In the complex pipes of the nest capital, several rat-like dwarves walked in front, and the soldiers of the fourth row sneaked in early, even though this place was all filth from the upper floors, but it was not necessarily that they couldn't stand it, because this was the daily life of the residents of the nest capital.

They all have an excellent sense of direction, and the team will not be separated, they are fully armed, there is no shortage of high-level weapons in their hands, and there is no shortage of explosives, Alan Baier calculated, One-Eye will definitely attack the upper level on the main road, and the group also walked towards the largest square in the nest.

Born to die, listening to the continuous sound of green-skinned footsteps coming from the pipeline, the sound of mechanical clicking, the veterans of the fourth company are not necessarily afraid, even if the pipeline is extremely dark and there is no path ahead, it is just like their future.

The staff officer covered his nose, he couldn't stand it a little, he wasn't a nest man, and the lieutenant colonel of Arvada in Katachan was also a little frowning, because this was not a forest.

But they will never complain, they will only make the weapon sharper.

The sewage stained the military shoes, the lighting balls shone, and they were straight forward in the pipes crisscrossing the hive, and at this moment the one-eyed was engaged with the first company of the third regiment in the avenue, as they expected.

The 1 2 3 4 5 in the Astral Army are all meaningful, one represents the veterans, the elite, and many of the soldiers in the platoon today are soldiers who have experienced years of fighting, and they skillfully rely on engineering bunkers, narrow environments, and firm will to defeat those green skins.

The narrow environment of the nest capital makes the street fighting extremely fierce, extremely cruel, the smell of blood, high pressure, and the oppression of facing the enemy face to face and meeting each other, only the sharpness of the astral army can endure.

Bayonets, sapper shovels, beams, heavy explosive shells.

How powerful are they? They overload their individual heaters with promethium, which turns the heat into bombs that instantly melt huge orc heads, and they are even more familiar with overloading beam guns that shoot enemies with loyal energy.

They were also nest dwellers, and they knew all about fighting in human cities, weaving through pipes like gophers and shooting in places Greenskins didn't expect.

Rely on experience, unity, life, and a plethora of strange homemade weapons like promethium-wrapped bayonets, socks and heater bombs, and even empty energy batteries that are overloaded and roasted with flames to explode and thrown at the enemy.

As for armored units, they are more handy, and the cans of orcs in the hive capital are difficult to respond to guerrilla warfare, and the hot melt bombs of individual soldiers are even more devastating to them.

The soldiers in the first row dispersed in groups, the non-commissioned officers carried bombs, and the others shot at the display of the orc mech, and then threw the hot melt over, and then burrowed into the pipes of the hive, waiting for the fierce light to melt the enemy with the wrath of the God Emperor.

And this is a crazy tactic that can only be made by countless experiences and tacit understanding.

It also shows that this unit has experienced a lack of anti-armor forces for decades.

This is the human race, the race that will find hope in despair, and the empire, the great civilization that survives on mortals.

But how long can such cleverness last? It often takes thirty or forty people, three or four squads, to kill an orc can!

And the ammunition consumption brought by the overloaded energy battery is even more huge, and the lower level of the nest capital does not have such a large energy supply point at all, not to mention that the source power of this world is not enough at all.

One-Eye doesn't care about the death of the so-called Greenskin Tribe, they are just the guys gathered around him because of their strength, and his real core is the Irontooth Golf tribe, his own Blood Axe tribe, and a large number of Gear Boys and Technosaurs.

Soon, the special operations boys were like sharp knives into the battlefield, they burrowed into the pipes, relying on one-eyed training and smoke bombs, hiding themselves, and sometimes the veterans turned their heads to see a group of terrifying green faces.

They seem to be invisible, shaking like ghosts on the complicated battlefield, many people have heard of them, and the veterans even shouted directly.

"There are ghost orcs!"

The Special Operations Kids are not very effective on the battlefield, but when it comes to local warfare in the nest capital, their abilities are simply terrifying, they like to kill people, and then hang their heads around their waists, and soon, human heads are piled up.

The Imperial soldiers had to retreat into trenches and fortifications, but they also lost the ability to kill orc mechs in guerrilla warfare, and even if a small number of soldiers could replace orc mechs with flesh and a molten bomb with all their might, they could not stop the entire army from advancing.

Soon the Astral Army was retreating in the green sea, human houses were torn down, civilians were killed by Greenskins crying out, and corpses were piled up to be used as a source of nourishment for the new brat at birth.

Men and women, young and old, green skins do not distinguish anything, alien things only kill, priests kneel on the ground and pray to the statue of the god emperor in the square, hoping that the lord of mankind with a sharp blade and a halo on his head will bless him and rain down miracles and powers.

But moments later, a giant orc missile sliced through the sky, turning the Emperor's honor into pieces, leaving behind a pile of garbage, a mess, just like the empire today.

People wept and trembled, and the lucky ones cowered behind the trenches of the Astral Army, and the unlucky ones were already in the greenskins' corpse pits, but it has to be said that the "obstruction" of the large number of civilians made the greenskins attack very slowly, and many of the boys indulged in torture and killing unarmed humans, or laid down their own weapons and engaged in so-called "duels" with civilians.

Then he used his stout body to tear the poor man's flesh and blood, and finally ate a few bites of beauty.

The mitigation of the Greenskins' invasion brought by death is even better than the Astral Army's attack on the Greenskins.

It makes people feel cold, it makes people suffer, where is the light, where are the heroes?

Will the Emperor's angel come again, as recorded in the church?

Will the Astral Army win, just as the Ministry of War advertises?

The only thing that supports people is faith, and in the largest invasion of the greenskins since the founding of Karui City, people can only try to believe in the face of aliens like a natural disaster.

Until a shining light bursts from the ground, melting the floor with hot melting, and a large number of green skins fall into the pit, and then are headshot by countless beams.

The motley orcs didn't understand what was going on, a bunch of people crawling out of the ground, chainsaw swords, blasters, power fists, hell guns, bombs, hot melt, everything you could imagine tearing a small hole in the orcs.

The Astral Army sees it, the civilians see it, they are a gift from the God Emperor, they are heroes from hell!

And the warriors of the fourth row, all their sharpness, finally turned into angry three heroes, and everywhere they looked, the throne of a one-eyed orc.

And the one eye looked at the three of them, thinking inwardly.

Human Staff Officers, Human Officers, Katachan Officers?

He remembered that in the books he read, humans would always write a hero to defeat the enemy, and he wasn't sure if such a thing would happen to him, One-Eye just stepped down from his throne, and he knew it very well.

These three people must be killed by him in order to make humanity completely desperate!