After the defeat of the Orc War, not all the Orcs were wiped out within the city, and a large number of Orc tribes remained in the forest, and had a huge amount of supplies for those who were defeated.

Already a one-eyed character, he had militarized all the Greenskins early, even though the orcs had not yet understood the "stupid" things of standing, lining up, saluting, and wasting their time drinking and playing clean up their personal hygiene.

For the greenskins, dirtiness will not infect them, but clean leather shoes and odorless bodies look very "sissy", but under the pressure of one-eyed, the orcs still barely hold on.

After the death of the war leader, those orcs will fall like a remnant of the army, and some of the wise ones will leave with their own boys, but the orcs who have no world to settle down in will not be able to rebuild the tribe even if they have the materials, they lack food, the planetary belt is far from the stars, and they cannot even take in sunlight as energy.

If this continues, then the remaining orcs will "starve to death", yes, starve to death, then the huge body and its furious nature, eating at will without obedience, the Scroog and the food brought out of Gondeva VI will soon be exhausted, then the fart spirits, and then the orcs.

Unfortunately, under such pressure, the "Greenskin Infantry Manual" written by One-Eye became a lifesaver, and his own memoirs (the famous works forged by the surviving greenskins) were in the possession of the Greenskin officers.

Then Scroog and the Farts were separated from the engineers or slaves as food, and a bunch of stinking greenskins were buried in the books every day.

Now that the Greenskins have built a complete orbital defense system and anti-detection equipment in the planetary belt, any metal creations are buried in stone, and those seemingly normal planets are crammed with war factories and barracks.

Inside the terracotta steel planet, the man-made objects became the cornerstone of the massive structure, and Greenskin became its master, and the blood axe here developed the habit of distributing food for individual soldiers due to the lack of sunlight for photosynthesis.

Huge banners hung in the cafeteria, or rather more like a commissary.

[One can a day, beating, beating, beating]

Then there are the mountains of canned food, full shelves, which do not indicate what they are, but Greenskin is not capable of being picky, and there are all kinds of cans, most of them are looted, and many of them are canned by Greenskin's own Scotts.

Recruits are expected to open their food, and before they become soldiers, they are forced to work until they are five months old before they can begin militarized training, and they face severe malnutrition and intense domination before training.

Defying nature, endlessly digging up usable minerals inside planets, breaking down water, or recovering food and scrap metal-like weaponry.

When they are old enough, they will be allowed to eat canned food, and join the fate of the war, at this moment those orcs have been smoothed out of the water chestnut, and their faces are thinner than other similar ones, in the face of canned food made by humans, they are extremely lucky to drive to Jump (Scrooge) and rejoice, for today's greenskins, this is definitely an excellent aristocratic food.

The second is the golo meat, which is greasy and nutritious, and the almost unknown birds, and the worst enjoy vegetables or starch, beans, fish, etc.

But even the worst food, they barely complained, burying their heads to taste it, and their uniforms would soon arrive as scheduled, and there were even separate showers in the planet, requiring the orcs to keep their military shoes bright and smell-free, and even their dress style resembled that of the Imperial Guard.

This crazy place has formed the most orderly legion in this world by the craziest means, but the desires of the orcs have never been dissipated, and when the war begins, they will erupt in blood and anger far superior to that of other clans.

And in the void, the standard destroyer of the One-Eyed Tribe, the Karakavu, the Imperial destroyer that has been transformed by the orcs, is also a rare treasure of the One-Eyed Tribe today, and in the lounge above, Private Ogu is looking through today's daily thoughts.

Marked above.

[Pick up your Tutu, boy, now participate in the honor and victory that belongs to us, and deserves, the human forces in this sector have been entrenched for a long time, but the orcs are stronger and smarter, your Tutu is the best weapon in the entire sector, and your saber can cut through the armor of shrimp, including those big guys who look like cans.] 】

[But it is still necessary to pay attention to the distinction between enemies and friends on the battlefield.

1. When encountering an unidentified orc, immediately raise your gun and shout at him. "For the sake of one-eyed, raise your hands!"

2. If the other person does not raise his arms, or two arms, or three or even more, and does not stop, or raises his hands but does not stop, then shoot.

3. If the orc on the other side does this, you need to take off his military hat, or check his clothes and armament, and if he has not washed his head or his military boots are not polished beautifully, you can still execute him.

4. When encountering shrimp, you can try to capture the priority, those human beings are stupid and weak, but they are still good laborers.

5. If you see an organization claiming to be the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady, report it as soon as possible.

6. Engage in hair to protect you forever, loyal soldier.

Think about it every day: Sometimes the sudge in your hand, when used well, is more powerful than slashing. 】

At this moment, the radio sound came from the battleship, and the private was attracted to attention, and he remembered that he had not brushed his teeth today.

The radio played a rough electronic sound. "We found human commercial ships swimming in our area, and for the sake of one-eyed, we need to order new goods, or the recruits will go hungry."

"All go to the assault ship, and the boarding operation will start immediately, and it will start immediately."

The boots made a bright and clear sound on the terracotta steel floor, and countless orcs approached in a neat formation, Private Ogu wiped his teeth with his thick green fingers, and he followed the team before it looked bad.

As a recruit, he felt familiar, and his work in the coal mines was nothing more than that, and he could feel uncomfortable, but what about that?

If he doesn't work, he's killed by the boss and then recycled into the factory as food, compressed into cans.

For the private, today was his first mission, and it was also his most pleasant day, the good days were coming soon, he could go to war, the blood of the orcs was tumbling in his heart, and when they came to the armory, several tattered transport assault ships parked in it made him feel more comfortable than he had ever felt in his life.

He held his partner, the automatic gun that could be adapted to medium and close combat, and he had to cherish it every day, take care of this treasure that could take the life of his enemy, and even keep him awake all night, and finally reprimanded.

Recruits enter in orderly ranks, they are not Imperial Guards, they are afraid, disgusted, and worried, they have no loved ones, no things to love, no desire for peace, only the expectation of killing.

And the thick green bodies of the orcs finally squeezed into the damn human transport, it was too small, but the orcs were still silent, no scolding, no fighting, only clean black military boots fell to the ground.

The Blood Axe Orcs have no rank standard, to be precise, there is no insignia, and the larger the body, or the more camouflage they have, they are veterans, they are good at war, and they are very good at hiding themselves.

The pistons of the transport plane roared, the hot melt drilling rig in the front section of it was also warmed up, the entire destroyer fired weapons indifferently in the gray darkness of the void, the civilian ship lacked shields, turrets, and only a few automatic guns fired inconsequentially, and could not even break through the heat of the destroyer's shield.

There was no doubt that the login was successful, and in the midst of the obvious shock, the platoon commander in the platoon began to ask the orcs to descend and get out of here.

And this is the first time that Ogu has seen the human beings, the real appearance of the things they talk about every day, small, not too much hair, only one hair Scroog hangs on his head, but there are not many colors, only brown, black, gold think, but the asteroid base is short of resources, and having hair Sgurge shows that the orc is very rich.

And those humans, because they worked here, looked like they were supposed to be in the power room, and died from the assault ship impact because of this.

He was also amazed because of this, human beings actually have hair?!

You know, there is a shortage of food in his homeland, not to mention so much hairy Sgoog, and a trace of greed rises in his heart, driving him to crouch down and use his thick fingers to scratch the hair on the heads of humans who have been killed by the impact of the transport plane.

Well? Why can't it be pulled? Their Scrooge bites so hard!

It wasn't until he moved bigger and bigger, catching the attention of the other orcs, and when he persevered in tearing off almost the entire human scalp, that he got a hair, and when he realized that there was a gap between the creatures, just like the gap between him and Hop.

The butt of his platoon commander's rifle smashed into his thick green face, and he could feel the sore nose, and he could see the dark green arms, and the swollen muscles, like red and white, mixed up in the head, and a few teeth fell out, and then they were picked up by the veterans.

And the veterans handed over the teeth, and the platoon commander looked at them. "You didn't brush your teeth?"

In the Blood Axe, to be precise, in the One-Eyed Tribe, the standard of loyalty to an orc is his willingness to accomplish regular goals, such as wiping his body once a week, showering once a month, brushing his teeth and washing his face at least twice a day, and wiping his shoes clean, always clean, except on the battlefield.

Halfway through today, Ogu didn't brush his teeth, which means that he is not loyal, and the corporal punishment will only be light.

He covered his mouth. "Boss..."

Then another butt was smashed. "Call me sir!"

Seven meats and eight vegetarians, mild concussions, pain is nothing to orcs, their ability to feel pain is vague, but the next words make Ogu completely painful.

"Starting tomorrow, your supplies will be changed to once every two days."

In the absence of supplies, the orcs found an excellent answer to manage the kids, hunger, and when the orcs tasted that taste, they became honest.

Because their bodies are telling them that if they starve, they can't fight, they don't have the strength to people, they beat things.

That's the only thing the Greenskins fear, and that's why the Greenskins have a morale breakdown, and if they realize that the war can't be won, that they're going to die, then that feeling will sweep through them.

Ogu shouted instantly. "No, no! Sir, I know I'm wrong, I'm a fart, I have to eat! ”

All he could do was the butt of his gun and the order to return to the team, and then Ogu poured his anger on the shrimp here, but when he followed his troops through the human area, the enemies were not necessarily brave.

As soon as the orc's explosive bombs and automatic guns were fired, all that was left to escape was left in the narrow corridors of the battleship, and all the way down there was nothing but a few shrimps that had been killed when they had just disembarked.

But the Bloodaxe Orcs were not discouraged, they arrived at the cargo hold in an orderly manner, and it was empty, followed by the hum of the transport ship and the gloomy face of the platoon leader.

Ogu knew that this was not a good thing, but he was still sent to inspect because of the previous incident (scalping out humans), because of the previous invasion of human soldiers, the orcs had begun to strictly investigate the walls of the Imperial warship, and this hard work of running all over the battleship to touch the walls fell on Ogu's head.

His rough, green-skinned hands brushed over the walls, and soon found the grooves, because the platoon commander had specifically ordered them, and he pressed his fingers to clasp them, shoved in the saber, and began to pry open those things, as for there might be humans behind them?

Next to him were greenskins with guns, and if there were humans, they would never be able to shoot greenskins, because greenskins were bigger and more fierce.

But unexpectedly, it wasn't the shrimp guards who were ready to attack, but the bright red things jumping numbers, and Ogu's rough brain was constantly turning, and he had seen it in the Greenskin Guard's manual, as if it was called.

“C4？” He spoke tentatively, only to find that his teammates had run away, and when the number on the strange thing gradually turned to zero, Ogu realized that he didn't seem to be punished, but he was going to die.

In the void, there was silence, but the fierce fire suddenly appeared, and the power engine of the empire's loyal merchant ships was detonated by the explosion, and the range of the affected was dozens of kilometers nearby, and the orc warships that were extremely close because of the gang jumping, very few orc warships were affected by the power of the explosion, although the void was still strong, but the thousands of orcs who landed on it were completely dead.

When the fireworks ended, the captain of the destroyer, the major officer of the One-Eyed Clan, watched as the wreckage and the splinters were smashed, the loyalists, the adamantite gold and terracotta steel, like bullets in the void.

"No!" The orc major shouted, but the command room was shot at this moment, and the orc destroyer ran aground in the void.

In just a few months, things like this have been happening, new soldiers, veterans, orc kids, orc bosses are constantly losing, and the blood axe orcs are really feeling the pressure...

On Gondeva VI, in the city of Kalu, in the upper layer of the nest capital, Elanbayr spreads out the strategic map, and draws the star map with Lieutenant General Macatobi.

"The last attack exploded here, the last time it was here, and the last time it was here..."Alan Bair gestured, the pen drawing three arcs in the star map, and the last three gathered a little.

"This position, almost."

Makato was in the communicator, the pale green virtual image frowning slightly. "Isn't this for the Navy? Where did you learn? ”

Alan Bair replied. "One of the friends I know, a bit old-fashioned, but he's absolutely dutiful."

Makato shook his head. "Looks like you've gained a lot."

Alan Baier nodded. "Far bigger than you think, General."

He looked into the void, in the distant Gulf of Damocles, Kane's senior staff officer was crossing the galaxy with his troops, Colonel Ryan had already counted the numbers, the Destruction Eagle Wargroup had also opened the barge, and even a new high-ranking commander of the Fire Clan of the Titanium Empire had suddenly embarked on a life-and-death expansion mission.

Just as Emperor Tarot predicted, what seems to be lost will be regained because of this trip, but the fog of the Blackheart King is still pervasive, the green skin is intertwined, and things have just begun...

From the point of view of the Ministry of Military Affairs, this matter is still very explosive. (Referring to the daily article of the orcs and a lieutenant colonel came to a battle group)

(End of chapter)