Vazak stared at the tattered map in front of him, then looked up at the ghost with suspicion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's been here for so long, but you can only draw the map like this? Is he still a bloodaxe orc? ”

"I'm mainly busy killing shrimp here, okay!" The ghost creature clutched his stomach in some pain, and the venom of Sgurgo was uncomfortable, even for the boss.

Although this was a matter of his own infliction, the boys of the Scarlet Scalp Special Strike Team under Ghost Rat were there giggling when they saw their boss eating deflated under the great shaman who had just appeared—especially in the sinister tricks that Oni Chongrat was best at—and the Oni Rat covered his stomach with a pained expression while silently jotting down each of the snickering boys.

As a way of yin between special warfare boys, this is quite common. While orcs would normally blow the heads of the boys they didn't like, the Boys, including their captains and bosses, like to try to kill each other in more insidious ways, even if they often fail.

However, this has little to do with Wazak, although the head is sinister and cunning, but the great shaman is now focused on realizing the super big waaagh of the Bone Crusher.

Not only because of Wazak's enthusiasm for the boss of the bone crusher, but also because it was a divine revelation from Brother Mao.

Kindness...... Although Wazak himself couldn't figure out why Brother Mao had a soft spot for this planet, unexpectedly, since he came to the surface of the planet, Wazak had a trance-like feeling, as if something was brewing in his mind and gradually becoming stronger.

There is something wrong with this planet. Wazak's highly developed brain wondered, although he had a similar feeling since the last time he was here, but sure enough, he came here again - Ama and Dayton? Forget it, no matter - after that, Vazak's feeling became even stronger.

Kindness...... There are quirks!

But sure enough, we had to get out of the rainforest first. But this map is complete rubbish...... Wait a minute? It occurred to Vazak that he didn't need to read a map at all!

"Forget it, there's really no way, ghost worship rats, just lean over for a while."

"I'm stupid." Ghost Chongrat looked at Wazak suspiciously: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Forget it, I'll do it myself." Vazak grinned and stretched his hand forward.

Then the ghost rat unconsciously rolled in the air and crashed into Vazak.

"Ulu Gollum!" The Oni Rat writhed to say something, but Vazak had already pinched his head with his large paws.

"Don't worry, I can't die, but I feel that I can't find the way by looking at this map." Vazak grinned, "So I'm going to take a look at Nai's brain directly." ”

Then, Vazak's eyes flashed with a dazzling blue light, and two lightning rays danced in his eyes, and then, leaping out and jumping on the head of the ghost mouse.

"Crackling!" The skull of the ghost creature was blown up by the electric light, and the limbs of the special operations boss were shaking wildly uncontrollably.

"En......" Vazak's eyes flashed with blue light, and two arcs of electricity connected the ghost worship mouse and Wazak's braincase.

Well, from an outsider's point of view, this scene is definitely scary enough.

But then again, Rotten Tooth, who jumped back at some point, was already holding his machete and heavy assault gun, and his expression sinisterly glanced at the special operations boys under Ghost Chongmouse's men, and it was obvious that as long as their lives were in danger, then these special operations boys would not gamble their lives to cause trouble, after all, although Rotten Tooth had just been thrown out by the big shaman, it was obvious that their own boss Ghost Chongrat couldn't resist the big shaman at all.

Therefore, for the sake of their own lives, these special operations boys moved their eyes to the side and pointed at them, completely ignoring the tragedy in front of them.

Then, Wazak raised his head, and with a wave of his hand, the ghost creature fell to his knees on the ground, his eyes shining with gold stars.

But Vazak knew that he would be absolutely fine. After all, Vazak is no longer that hairy nervous kid...... What's more, he's already found where he's going.

"Hell City...... Vazak muttered, then turned his big body and looked up at the burning sky, "I need some support." ”

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The battle in Hell City has reached a critical juncture.

When the real siege began, the Imperial army retreated and performed a well-prepared defensive strategy.

Every path is barricaded, and every Iron Legion soldier stationed there pours laser fire on the swarming foes. Snipers perform their deadly duties on rooftops. Every model of every battle tank rolled through the streets, driving the first attacking enemy infantry into the outskirts of the city.

Every road, every building, has its own role in battle. Each detachment was ordered to delay and strike as long as possible the advancing enemy, and then withdraw into the next barrier.

The heavily armed Titans hover the block like alert sentinels, harvesting the swarming creatures at their feet with their weapons. The enemy Gu Juji is still busy knocking down and breaking through the walls. In the first few hours, the firepower of the surveillance corps was unmatched.

The invaders scattered throughout the city of hell and died in the thousands. Every meter they captured was mixed with filthy alien flesh.

Colonel Salen watched the direction of the battle on the holographic table. Intermittent footage shows the position of the Imperial army in every corner of the city, and the Imperial army inevitably withdraws from the city walls. Larger positioning runes identify the engines of the Surveillance Legion, or the tank columns of the Iron Legion. He had already planned this endless, ruthless battle and retreat, and it was a good thing to see the plan executed as scheduled, with the emperor on top.

In the first phase, casualties must be kept to a minimum. Sooner or later, a war of attrition in which the two armies collide will come. But for now, your own casualties must be kept light and the enemy's casualties kept high. Let the invaders take over the outlying blocks. Let them risk their lives in exchange for these abandoned, worthless strips. It's all planned.

The tide will break.

Salen stared at the flashing cursors that marked his troops on the massive map. It's almost time to turn the tide of battle. The enemy will slow down as long as their vanguard detachment is out of the slow support unit. Their initial infantry regiments would face the resistance of the Iron Legion, and they would not have been able to break through without the support of tanks and Titans.

At that time, the tide of battle will hit the sea cliffs. As long as the first wave of the offensive with the strongest momentum fails, there is hope for the defensive battle.

There are some streets where a counteroffensive is to be launched, especially closer to the engines of the Surveillance Corps or the armored units of the Iron Corps. In other areas, the Guards will put up a stubborn resistance, unable to fight back but strong enough to hold the line.

And the Inquisition Storm Band, which was sent to his aid, played their role to the fullest, effectively disrupting the front behind the greenskin aliens.

All this in order to avoid the enemy approaching the hell highway.

At a recent meeting, when the armoured commanders gathered, Salen once again emphasized the importance of guarding the highway.

"That's the crux of the siege," he said at the time, "and once they get on the highway, the city becomes exponentially harder to defend." They have access to the entire nest. Ladies and gentlemen, think of the highway as a major artery. Aorta. Once damaged, the body bleeds to death. As soon as the enemy broke through the highway, the city fell. ”

"I agree," said the young Wanderer Commander of the Stormtroop named Ryan, "once the Greenskins are able to make their way through, our forces will have no chance of stopping them, and we must intercept them outside the Hive and shatter their attack as much as possible." ”

The serious countenance gave a response to this statement.

The Colonel was now hesitating at the table, while the rest of the commanders were directing the battle at their posts.

He squinted at the image, street after street, building after building, unit after unit.

He quietly contemplated the war, waiting for the tide to break.