Two days after the end of the war, the staff officer had been writing reports and combat applications, and he wanted to take his remaining soldiers to the Dead Orc camp to exterminate them, and there was no doubt that after this battle, the orc warlord's combat effectiveness had been greatly weakened.

The staff officers were thinking about how to maximize the results of the battle, but the rear could only reply.

Alan Bair watched as the staff officer rubbed his head and listed the benefits of occupying the orc camp in detail, and then again, again to submit the telegram.

After a while, the above replied, dismissed.

The staff officer rubbed his cheeks.

Alan Baier asked him. "What's going on up there? Don't take such a good opportunity? ”

The staff officer was not sure, he hesitated, looking into the distance.

"Who are they waiting for..."

"I'm not sure, but it's probably not Brother Astarte, but I don't know who else is worth it."

"I've got to go back, those new reinforcements will arrive in the afternoon, but unfortunately I don't have time to teach you how to use the Hell Gun."

The staff officer's tone was pitiful, but Alan Bair knew very well that this hard-working Imperial soldier had done so much for himself.

No, it's better to say that he has been being taken care of since he joined the army, and he is not sure if he can take on the responsibilities they left behind, but.

"Yes, sir, I'll fix the problem here."

The staff officer nodded in satisfaction, and he quickly left with his soldiers, and the outpost went from overgrown to withered.

The war does not wait, the soldiers of the Empire are always on the battlefield, and Alan Baier also has to check the status of the remaining soldiers, the maintenance of firearms, and the repair of the walls.

Things never worked, and as Alan Bair tiredly counted the few supplies he had left, he soon noticed strange footprints in the dust next to the ammunition box.

This is... Green-skinned? There is definitely no ammunition, how long has this box not been refilled, or is it the special operations kid who was mixed in from the last war?

No, they had never come down from the skylight, and now it was indeed the trough of the guard's strength, Alan Baier's scalp was numb, his back was cold, and he immediately gathered everyone together.

John, Kellan, another machine gunner, himself, and a poor petty infantry were all the strength of the outpost today.

"What were you doing just now, and who is in charge of today's investigation?"

John said. "I'm repairing the trenches."

Kellan said. "He and I are maintaining four heavy explosive bombs." He was referring to the other gunman.

The petty infantry replied that he was sorting out medical supplies.

Well, no one was watching, they had just put their lives on the line, Alan Baier was furious, but it was ridiculous that he himself had not even remembered to scout the enemy, although it was only less than half an hour.

Alan Bair's face darkened, and the others realized that they had just almost died.

"Go, go to the checkpoint, it's different..."

He was now afraid that the damn special operations kid had planted a bomb somewhere, or was hiding at the outpost ready to kill them all.

He also didn't understand why a team like the Special Operations Kid would rely on chaotic attacks in Waaagh, where they could have reached the outpost and killed them all...

At this moment, One-Eye and the remaining two special operations boys in the forest were holding a large amount of explosives, they were grinning happily, and they waited all morning, just waiting for the manpower vacuum after the shrimp army left.

One-Eye can't say that he knows a lot about the war strategy of the human shrimp, he can only say that he understands it completely, and it is impossible for that large army to stay at the outpost for that long, but he is quite surprised that the human commander did not attack the Greenskin camp.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he and his kid mysteriously put the shrimp explosives under the Dead Skull's favorite seat, it will all be over.

At this moment, the special operations kid next to him asked suspiciously. "Boss, why don't you use the dynamite of the giga, it's not more interesting than the shrimp thing."

One-eye's face was gloomy, and his head recalled the days when he used those big bombardments to carry out tactical attacks, pressing the button without exploding, and waiting for the target to leave before exploding.

The time bomb is not on time, and it is postponed in advance to see the mood, only on the big battlefield, being watched by a large number of kids, and then the boys think.

I think it's almost time to blow up.

Those bombs will be obedient!

But One-Eyed fights alone, so his memories of green-skinned explosives are unreliable.

One-Eyed scolded. "Don't let me remember that kind of thing!"

Then moving on, the dark and chaotic forest, noisy, but One-Eye felt reassured, for only deadly things were quiet, like bombs.

After they crossed the forest, they left the bombs not far from the camp and stored them, and soon One-Eyed and the boy began to do things.

Now that stupid warlord is eating in the distance, Greenskin doesn't need to eat, but it's his favorite thing not to fight.

They bypassed the greenskins, who were basically brainless, and used the large welds they had stolen from the Giba to cut through the slate, the base of the shrimp statue's seat, hollowed out the solid stuff inside, and told the kid to transport the stuff out and bring the bomb back.

And in the distance, the giga, who was repairing cans, was scolding and beating the boy because he couldn't find the welding gun, and he really had no choice but to replace the welding torch with a modified shrimp laser gun.

But this move clearly had a side effect, as the overloaded shrimp weapon made a loud noise, like TM heavy metal rock.

But for humans it's a side effect, for greenskins.

The big technologist looked at the "singing" gun, dancing happily, welding and dancing.

"It's waaagh!"

The noise quickly caught the boss's attention, and he put the half-eaten, delicious Scrooge cake next to him, a voice that he was happy with.

He moved his massive body to the Tyrant. "Change my big laser like this for me!" He took out the prawns that he got out of the boy's hand, and they were packed with big clicks.

Jiba also found it interesting, and overloaded them all by dividing them by two.

The boss aimed at the distant ruins and shot happily.

The thick orange concentrator of the beam, booming, emitting a deafening hum and metallic sound, God knows why this thing didn't fall apart, but the ruins were smashed into molten iron.

The boss was so happy that he didn't care about eating, and returned to his seat again and again.

One-Eye, who was tinkering with things at the moment, had almost half of the explosives planted, but he knew that it wasn't enough to kill the boss.

But he noticed that the Deadhead Warlord was back! How is it so fast?

He hurriedly took the boy and began to weld the slate, which was quickly completed, but they did not have time to leave.

The boss looked at them next to his seat and was annoyed. "Fuck off, bloodaxe bastard."

"If you come closer to my seat, I'll just—" he held up his big click, indicating that he was going to kill them.

And One-Eye is fed up with the attitude he has been showing, One-Eye takes the kid to pull away, he knows that he can't kill this bastard, but he can't wait!

He pressed the button...