The strong armor of pure gold on the bodies of those war behemoths is the same as the materials on Imperial warships, no, even stronger, the shot just now only made those monsters embarrassed, but it still can't penetrate their cores.

However, the fire will not stop, and the rumbling sound echoes inside the hive, Alan Baier guesses that those damn alien giants have used the shells of the Dark Age warships on the Sky Scrap Ship, knowing that the humans of the Dark Ages can control time and black holes, and the mere material research is not bad for the spirits.

"Continue to suppress fire, don't stop, don't cherish ammunition, magnetic... The main gun continues. Alan Baier held down the railgun he had just blurted out, and watched as the penetrating weapons embedded in the outer armor of the green-skinned creatures, screaming and roaring, the smoke and the smell of promethium, the greenskins approaching the armored regiment.

There are two pieces of good news, the Imperial Guard of this world has been saved, the Partolian Guard has been saved, and the other good news is that the Skadi 4th Regiment has encountered the enemy they do best.

The first alien race that the Imperial Guard encountered in this pitch-black universe must have impressed them, and whether they were recruits or veterans, who had been stationed in Gondelwa VI, then their first lesson in actual combat would definitely be the greenskins.

The pressure of the artillery made it impossible for the giant beast to fight back accurately, and the garbage cannon roared down on his companions, even killing many of the greenskins, and the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady relied on the flesh to move forward, using human bodies, bullets and lasers to fend the orcs out.

Compared to the big monsters and the little ones with bombs, these orcs seem ordinary, even a little boring, but they are not weak, and they think that those rough maces, or human skins, fanged ornaments, can give them strength, making them more brave and powerful than the other green skins.

Such an idea is made up of positions with the help of orc psionic powers, and if it normally takes three laser guns to kill an orc, they need five times!

The staff officer's blaster pistol gave the orc an "eye operation", and he complained. "These orcs are really hard to fight..."

Alan Bair's Relic Pistol kept firing until the energy was empty.

"What they believe in gives them different powers, damn aliens."

Despite what they said, the soldiers of the 4th Regiment of Skadi were able to hit the ground for their superb individual hits and out of smoke, and the pathetic long-distance abilities of the orcs kept the greenskins out of the battlefield, and their battle cries did not terrify any of the Imperial Guards, but were surrounded by the 143rd and 4th Classes of Partolia.

Captain Bloodaxe can't do anything, the greenskins who are in a battle mood have no one to control, except for their war bosses, but most of the time the war leaders will also fall into that kind of rage, and under the bag of the Imperial Guard, he can't do anything.

Those green monsters are harvested in batches, and if Greenskins don't always gain the upper hand in the war, their morale will crumble, although people think that Greenskins are ruthless and only have the desire to kill, but they still love their lives, because they can fight more wars if they are alive.

The rout, when the two war behemoths died due to the shelling of the Phlaxia Panzer Regiment, the huge body fell down, kicking up countless smoke, and the blood of the behemoth moistened the metal floor of the nest capital, and the dust raised drifted in the nest capital, even the nest on the spire could be seen clearly.

The orcs crumbled and fled, the loyal soldiers of the Empire smashing them to pieces with hammer attacks.

And what completely collapsed the orcs was still the shelling of "Lemanus", the railgun cut through the turbid air of the nest, with a smoke-filled atmosphere to cut a vacuum on the battlefield, and the orcs shouted.

"I don't want to die, I want to continue waaagh!" Running backwards in a frenzy, they intend to escape the war by entering underground pipelines until they have the ability to make a comeback.

Captain Bloodaxe filled the batters he was carrying into the tattered cannon above the fallen behemoth's armor, and it was hard to imagine that the "scraps" left after being bombarded like this could still shoot.

Apparently he could, and really could, the clamor of the cannon roaring in the hive, the jumble of shuffled farts scattered all over the ground, like bright red flowers, and the screeching sound of those things crying.

Those chaotic orcs have also burrowed into the underground of the hive under the cover of the blood axe, and will become one of the scourges of the imperial world, but in view of the various bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods in the hive, they are not the only ones, secondly, there are already people waiting for them in the pipe.

Alan Bair ordered. "Don't rush to shoot, the loss of personnel in the current situation is more than worth the loss, take out the flamethrower to clear the battlefield, and then let them enter the pipe."

The second lieutenant didn't quite understand, he asked. "Boss, isn't this world the same as the place we stayed in before? It's hard to eradicate green skin when it takes root! ”

Alan Bair said. "What do you do with so much, obey orders!"

The Skadi's Fourth Regiment marched forward, crossed the line, pressed forward, and the flames and lasers cleaned the green-skinned corpses, while the fast-moving green-skinned orc boy hurried into the damp and terrifying pipes, dark and terrifying, but just right for the orcs.

They prefer caves and narrow places, and it is better to moisten them to moisten the spread of their spores, so once there are orcs in places like Hive, it is difficult to eradicate them.

"I like it here," an orc smirked happily.

"Don't talk! Shrimp will hear! Captain Bloodaxe scolded.

Their eyeballs have the ability to maintain vision in low visible light conditions, and although they can't do night vision, they are well suited to underground passages where the nest is not bright.

The wet pipes were filled with liquids that had been purified for an unknown number of times, and a small amount of promethium lumen balls stuck in the walls, and it was quiet, quiet and terrifying, and the Blood Axe should have taken the remnants of the defeated soldiers to the lower nest to make a comeback.

But suddenly, he felt a pat on the shoulder, and then the wet liquid spilled on his face, and he touched his cheek with his green fingers, something he was familiar with, orc blood.

"What?" He looked sideways, only to find a severed arm on his shoulder armor, and the orc behind him showed a look of surprise and horror, cut into a stick, cut his throat, and slowly waited for death in place.

"What? What is it! I'm not afraid of you! He lifted his thud and looked around, but he couldn't do it, he couldn't find it, were the bugs, the guys hiding in the wrecks looking for someone to chop down? Or is it the lightness of the sprouts, something that will shout loudly?

But none of them could hide so much, and in the mind of the blood axe, he immediately thought of a similar soldier, which was his nightmare, and also the foundation of his foothold, the special warfare boy...

"I surrender! I can provide shrimp... The Empire of Humanity, our big garbage dump (junkyard is a good word for orcs) road drawings and the exact location of the garbage cannons. ”

He fell to his knees, threw down his weapon, and raised his arms in the corpse of his fellow greenskin, under the gaze of the greenskin, who had been cut into sticks and was not yet dead.

Is it shameful? No shame, after all, those are the real elite, the blood axe agrees that he is very smart, he can't escape, but can delay death, if humanity accepts his surrender.

After a moment, he felt the cold metal against the back of his head, and the first thing he saw was it, the thick arms, which were shrimp, but they were different, they were smeared with metallic paint, motionless as if embedded in the wall, hiding themselves in the pipes without light.

Armed with a strange sharp long-bladed knife, his movements are neat, very similar to those special operations boys, but different, they seem to be more deadly.

The Blood Axe was crushed and brought up, and he was glad that his improvisation had saved him, even though he knew that Shrimp didn't like hostages or captures, but he thought that if he survived, he would have a grudge to do it.

In this way, the war is over, the Emperor's Gift, the death is not serious, at least in the current scale of the battle, the losses of the 4th Skadi Regiment are minimal, and their ally, the 143rd Regiment of the Imperial Guard of the World, is also acceptable.

At the temporary command point, Colonel Lane and Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair were conducting a tactical review, and they quickly reached a consensus.

"There's a commander in those greenskins who doesn't have bad tactical qualities, otherwise this war wouldn't have turned out like this... Odd? ”

Ryan looked at the choices made by the orcs in the report and their tactics when breaking through, and Alan Baier agreed, but he didn't quite understand why the orc boss would hand over his troops to his subordinates on such a large scale.

Orcs have a natural love for mastery and power, otherwise there would be no orcs challenging the boss for status, command is equal to size, equal to power, if Alan Bair is an orc war leader, he will definitely not choose to hand over such a large group of bris to other greenskins.

This point is still a fog, and the orc command has still not been captured, and now it seems that the only gain of the war is the Dark Age materials on the giant beast Scroog, but it is basically impossible to use it after the orc's welding, at most it is a bunker, if it can be given to the Mechanic Sect, it may be of some use.

Fighting in the Warhammer world is always like this, and the loss is very high, even if the empire spends countless manpower and materials every day on the war, there is no income at all, and the men and women of the hundreds of millions of empires have only managed to keep this huge civilization alive.

When the review was completed, they all felt a headache, just the vanguard force had such a strength, indicating that there were at least more than 100,000 orc troops on the space shipwreck, and they clearly found traces of the Goff clan on the ship, but this attack was obviously the organization of the snake bite clan.

They need intelligence, they don't know anything about the enemy today, and if they don't have enough intelligence, it will be extremely difficult to attack.

"The God Emperor is above, if the roads, personnel deployment, and orc tribe situation on the abandoned ship can suddenly appear in front of us, then I will definitely sing hymns to the Emperor every day for a standard Terra year." Colonel Ryan said jokingly, knowing that even if he prayed, the Lord of Mankind couldn't make those things out of thin air.

But then Sergeant Katachan pushed the door open, holding in his hand the tactics map often used by the Astral Army, the kind marked with latitude, longitude and coordinates, and he saluted. "Non-commissioned officer of the 4th Skady Regiment reports"

Alan Bair replied. "What's the matter?"

Sergeant Katachan picked up the tactical map in his hand and spread it out on the table, although it was a little rough, but it accurately marked the strength and weakness of the orbital defense force on the space scrap ship.

Alan Baier and Ryan instantly asked in unison. "Where did you come from?!"

Sergeant Katachan replied. "We've captured a Blood Axe Orc, who seems to be the commander of this war."

Alan Bair excitedly spat out a common saying. "It's raining to send an umbrella, the emperor bless, take me over, I want to ask him about the situation."

Ryan was a little unsure. "That's an alien..."

Alan Bair back. "If the words of the alien can help my troops reduce their losses, I will do it, no matter what, war is unscrupulous."

Ryan agreed, his only concern was whether such information could be a conspiracy of the Xenomorphs.

With a foggy mood, the two officers walked to the place where the orcs were held, the empire never set up a place to capture the enemy, and he was also locked in the cage used to raise the Golo beasts like pigs and dogs, the gorgeous imperial naval uniform on the blood axe orc had been removed, leaving him only a pair of pants, although the orcs had no genitals, but the bare ass was still unsightly.

He was still calm, without the anger and other recklessness of ordinary orcs, but such orcs were more vigilant and fearful.

Alan Bair came from a distance, the heavy metal cage could not be broken through by the Golomon, after all, the economic creatures that the Imperial people often eat are terrible monsters full of rage, and Alan Baier is still very relieved of his safety.

"Bloodaxe orcs, tell me more."

When the Blood Axe Orc heard this, he immediately shouted. "I'll tell you little by little, but I don't want to die, I want to stay, you'd better take me to fight, give me food, so that I can give human intelligence."

Alan Baier frowned, doesn't this mean that he has to take an intelligence machine that gives information according to his mood to spit out damn information that is true or false at the moment of combat crisis?

This basically means that he is here to cause trouble, but for the sake of intelligence, the Blood Axe also knows that humans will not kill him.

And orcs have a strong innate immunity to pain, and it can even be said that the criminal law, which is extremely painful for humans, only tickles orcs.

Alan Bair quickly straightened his clothes and shouted in full view.

"I'm only a boss, but this kid wants to join my tribe but doesn't give information? I'm not going to give you food tonight, and I'm going to lock you up for three whole days, and I'll tie your hands so you can't tickle! ”

"I'm the boss, and you're just a prisoner, a kid with a blood axe, I'm the boss of special operations!"

At this moment, the non-commissioned officers of Katachan raised their guns and pointed them at the Bloodaxe Orcs, and the strong impact made him feel as if he had returned to the Bloodaxe Clan's recruit training camp...

The obedience in his bones made him can't help but shout. "Yes, my boss, I'll say anything!"

Colonel Ryan was dumbfounded, and Alan Bair simply clapped his hands, adjusted his hoarse and low-Gothic accent, and patted him on the shoulder. "I'm done, find someone to write a transcript for this kid."

"What?" This time it will not be rectified for the senior officers of the Empire.

(End of chapter)