If there is anything that is the eternal theme of the Empire, then Alan Baier will answer without hesitation, those who can work harder.

When he walked with his soldiers in the narrow, damp and cold underground, and had not seen the sun for about five or six days, the psychological illusion of osteoporosis was enough to kill mortals, and because of this, the Empire had been reluctant to hand over the responsibility of cleaning up the wrecked ships to the Astral Army.

But this doesn't mean that the Astral Army won't fight in tunnels, as an independent thing in the complex and chaotic world of the Empire, the Nest City is similar to the iconic buildings of the Empire, and you have never lived in the Nest Capital in your life, whether it is the upper or lower level, it is difficult to say that you are an Imperial person (such as the Titanium Alliance).

The tunnel is no stranger to the Fourth Regiment of Skadi, and how to transform such a place is also easy to make, and the battleship armor can't be dug up, so it is blocked with orc debris, such as dirt, orc household garbage casts gray walls, and then fills metal to increase strength.

You still can't hope this thing has too much hit resistance or good cover, but it's a great camouflage in a dark shipwreck.

In the gray underworld, those dark "walls" can completely allow orcs to fall into the circle of humans without noticing, and the smell of those things can also cover humans from the sensitive nose of Scroogemon.

The goal of the whole plan was to disperse the orc forces into small forces and wait to be broken by the Space Marines one by one, and thanks to Alan Bair's new equipment, he could provide him with psionic protection far beyond that of the Psykers, making this plan to be stationed for a long time and move to work.

It was already difficult for the three psionics to replace their abilities, and their minds were constantly plagued by psionic burdens, but some of the soldiers that Alan Bair had taken with him reduced the pressure a lot, making their psionic energy consumption and output more stable.

Now inside the cramped, long and wet wreck, the Imperial Guard is capable of fighting for a long time, but they have no chance of continuing to delay.

The soldiers compacted the walls with sapper shovels, leaving shooting holes, and covered them with dark cloths, and Elan Baier tightened his coat, working in the midst of the stench of green skin and the unpleasant temperament of the untouchable, and it was painful to escape.

To describe it is the stinky socks mixed with rotten eggs and fermented mushrooms, as well as the earthy smell and the "body fragrance" of soldiers who have not bathed for a long time.

Fortunately, the people who work here are people who have experienced real death, war, and pain, veterans of the Imperial Guard, the elite of the 4th Skadi Regiment, and fierce men who sit in the rainforest climate and eat next to rotting corpses when One-Eye storms Karui City.

They were men and women, old and young, but their eyes were the same, and their resentment for the aliens and loyalty to the empire were mixed in their bodies.

"Okay, after the reinforcement here is completed, go to the next tunnel, follow me, don't scatter, don't be surprised to see what you shouldn't see, just cut it with a power sickle."

Alan Baier's calm order, their current actions have been repeated again and again during this time, so that they are familiar with the road, but Alan Baier still keeps repeating not to leave himself, because subspace is never a good thing.

He is like a parent watching his children, he is also the commander of the 4th Regiment of Skady, and the two identities overlap, and there is no doubt that he is one of the few officers in the empire who truly cherishes his soldiers, and he is also the true mainstay of the empire.

That's why the arrogant Space Marines still agree with the Astral Army and their actions, and are willing to take on the blade in this tunnel deployment.

There is no reason for nothing to be respected, and it is the courage of the 4th Regiment of Skady to live to the death, and the courage to act, that the Destruction Falcons will give them the respect that matches their actions.

The footsteps of the soldiers still echo here, and there are still a few gorges that can turn the tunnel that the orcs are accustomed to into a labyrinth, built in the veins of the nest pipeline, even if they have lived there for a hundred years, it is difficult to make out the direction, unless they are also nest people.

"Is this the last one?" Alan Baier wiped his sweat, it was quite difficult to sweat in such a cold place, and the underground life made him not very comfortable, but the war was not comfortable in the first place.

The detonators buried in the ground carry the wrath of the emperor, telling the Greenskins who have invaded the human world that this is not a good place to be.

Here the lieutenant reports. "It's all installed, for the emperor."

Alan Bair nodded, which means that no matter what, half of the orcs on this wreck ship will disappear during this time, no matter who wins the war between the orcs, the Imperial Guard will be the thing to harvest them, of course, he wants the snake bite to win, so that he will kill the boss of the wreck ship, and return to the camp to be killed by them.

It can be described as a praying mantis catching cicadas...

A sinister smile flashed across Alan Bair's face, after all, he had never been merciful when dealing with aliens.

"Very well, we..."

Click, click, before the words were finished, there was a sound of footsteps in the tunnel, it was not the sound of Imperial military boots, Alan Baier immediately compared to the sign language, at the moment the silence here was terrifying, only the Imperial Guards who were ambushed behind the pitch-black walls looked into the distance of the tunnel with night vision devices.

A jumble of voices followed, it was the low Gothic language of the orcs, and those things came slowly, in large numbers, obviously victorious, after all, the largest of them, the war leader in countless animal teeth and leather was intact, and he still carried a hideous giant orc head in his hand.

Alan Baier thought at this moment, the emperor blessed, they were very lucky, and this place was narrow, and the kind of troublesome beasts cultivated by orcs could not enter, and could only be in the beast barrier outside.

The orcs were getting closer and closer, their line was long, three in a row, very dense, the orcs seemed to be in good spirits, although there was no shortage of arms that had just been attached, or the wounds were obvious, it seemed that they had experienced a bitter war, the corpses of their own clan were hung on their bodies, and their teeth were necklaces hung around their necks, and even the farts had Scroog meat to eat.

That kind of affluence is something that even humans can feel, but their good fortune ends here, but in the middle of the orc ranks, the cloth-covered one-man cart is covered with all kinds of orc ornaments, and next to the war leader, the orcs look jealous and adoring of that thing makes Alan Baier feel wrong.

But how could the alien wait, he lowered his body and said in sign language.

[Guerrilla warfare, follow, inform Astarte and the base. 】

The soldiers reacted quickly, quietly, and deadly, as if in the forest, and the incendiary explosives made of promethine were ready, and the terrible flamethrowers had two handles, and the bloody was about to happen here.

The communicator turned on the device, pressed the button, and the sound of the beep echoed through the camp, the space marines took up their arms, the staff officers began to arrange an ambush, and the orcs were huge, they roamed the different roads like homing ants.

The agitated noise and utter silence of Astarte were inversely proportional to the Imperial Guard, and the orcs scrambled through completely unaltered places, gradually finding themselves at a dead end.

The war boss behemoth grumbled. "I'm in a good mood today, but, that kid led the way?! I'm going to eat him today!"

The waaaghboss who had just experienced the war was still full of violence, and the boy who hit the muzzle of the gun at this time was naturally unlucky, but the Scrooge they owed it did notice that something was wrong and lowered his damn head and searched for it.

"Well, what are you doing?" The scout orc looked down, and Alan Baier watched from a distance around the corner, feeling bad.

"Start."

The soldier replied. "Not yet at the maximum range of lethality?"

"No way, I was discovered, I was too anxious to do breath processing, damn it, start."

The soldier pressed the detonator, and Scroog suddenly screamed, and the scout orc shouted. "There's a bomb..."

Boom, a violent explosion with a bright flame of promethium, the Imperial Guard turned off their night vision devices early and looked at the bright tunnel with the naked eye, and then behind the blasted dirt wall, Astarte armed with a storm blaster...

"Buried!" Before the surviving orcs could speak, the sound of a violent explosion embedded in the flesh appeared, and the two Astartes smashed the flesh like a meat grinder, and at this moment, Astarte warrior gods with power scythes appeared in the corners everywhere to block the advance of the killing gods.

This was prepared in advance, and the remaining orcs noticed that something was wrong, and when they retreated, the Imperial Guard was already blocking the back, and the fierce flamethrowers and deflagration weapons were fired, while there were still people in the rear of the Imperial Guard who were constantly reloading and handing new weapons to their allies who had run out of ammunition in front.

There were no gaps in fire and no cover, and soon only a few of the most powerful and fierce bosses and war bosses were still standing in the midst of the fierce fire, and the behemoth bosses shouted. "Shrimp!?"

"You bad boys, come here to sneak attack? If you want to fight, I can accompany you at any time! Bastard!"

He charged forward in a rage and madness, with terrifying force, and the Dark Ages materials and structures embedded in his flesh gave him the best defense of an orc soldier, even better than the Terminator armor.

The other bosses are also very similar, the convenience provided to them by the space wreck is indescribable, if the orcs here are in other worlds, they can easily rely on this set of equipment to rule the greenskin of a world, which is why the orc tribe in the space wreck is even more dangerous and terrifying.

But he's not stupid, the place where he charges is the Imperial Guard, the place where the firepower is the strongest, but the defensive blockade is the weakest, the behemoth is very smart, even in the face of shrimp that has not been seen again for hundreds of years, he is still calm and deadly.

But what is incomprehensible is that even in this situation, he used his body to protect the strange cage, and hung the chain of the cage trailer around his waist, and escaped with the weight and broke through.

Alan Bair and the staff officers watched with their equipment, they were eager to order a retreat, but in such a situation, even if there were dead people, this orc must be taken, Colonel Ryan understood this, and the commanders of the 4th Skadi Regiment and the 143rd Regiment of the Partolian Guard shouted at the same time.

"Skady 4th Infantry Regiment!"

"143rd Regiment of the Partolian Guard!"

"You can't let those aliens go!"

The soldiers of the Imperial Guard erupted in shouts that shook the entire tunnel. "For the Emperor!"

Even if dozens or hundreds of people are going to die, they take out power weapons, even if they want to be crushed, for the sake of the empire, for the emperor, they have to leave this monster here.

Sacrifice, enlightenment, when they are willing to use their slender souls to cross the empire's long and boundless night, they are already doomed, and if they are done, even if they are asked to sacrifice and die, they will gladly accept it.

But no matter how heroic, it will definitely not be easy for the staff officers, Alan Bair, and Ryan to order their brothers and sisters to sacrifice for the sake of righteousness at this moment, but the war will never be won by investing 3 people for 1 person and constantly pulling the battle damage.

If you don't sacrifice today, wait for the orcs to pay attention to humanity, and form a ruled, organized counterattack in the hulk, death will only get greater.

"For the Emperor's sake—" Alan Baier couldn't bear to put down the scope, he wanted to fight the orc leader himself, but as the commander, he could only endure it.

The Empire needs him, Skady needs him, his homeland needs him, and even the regiment still needs him, and responsibility binds Alan Baier, although he still loves adventure, fighting, and looking forward to peace and rest, but as an Imperial officer, there is not much he can do.

Listening to the roar of the orcs echoing through the tunnel at this moment, Alan Baier's heart sank to the bottom, and he sighed, as an Imperial Guard, he was tired.

But before such emotions could rise, the staff officer shouted. "Angel! Red-headed angels! ”

Alan Baier immediately pushed the staff officer away and looked into the binoculars, and in the confused narrow field of vision, the scarlet warrior helmet and the emblem of the Destruction Eagle Warband, the Star Marine non-commissioned officer stood in front of the Imperial Guard.

"Mortals, go." He crossed his power scythe and hammer over his chest, against the crazed orc boss's massive claws.

The Imperial Guard retreated in an orderly manner, distancing themselves, and although they were not reconciled, they still recognized that the Emperor's angels were great, so great that they would surrender their honor to him.

The high-tech Adamantite of the Dark Ages and the Positions of Destruction collided with each other, and the light between annihilation and solidity was enough to blind the eyes of mortals.

Alan Baier shouted. "Beat him! Beat that boss to death, Su... Ahem, ahem..."

"In the name of the Emperor!"

It has to be said that the Space Marine Sergeant is indeed skilled in martial arts, and in the fight with the orc leader, he gorgeously used the emperor's loyal body strike to kick away the orc boss with a speed that mortals couldn't see, and before the orcs could react, the scythe and warhammer were raised high.

In the unbelievable roar of other orcs, in the escape, as well as the encirclement and suppression of the Space Marines, the extermination of the Cosmos Ship, came to an end in the half-month-long joint operation of the Imperial Guard, the Imperial Navy, and the Space Marines......

Is it?

When the orc boss died, the contents of the cage awoke, and it sensed that its servant was dead, and a trace of its anger rose, and the ship's machine spirit was mobilized, and twists and grotesques appeared.

The psyker screamed. "Ahh O Emperor! And then her head burst open, and even the lady who was divining with Alan Bar died instantly...

A grotesque aura fills the entire tunnel, and something seems wrong?

(End of chapter)