The rough tires clung to the ground with their intricate lines, the high temperature of the friction jumped on the orc's shoddy road, the smoke was emitted from the horizontal exhaust pipe, and the rather random body structure would even hit the orcs directly in the face.

The breath produced by the inferior fuel swallowed by the engine was enough to suffocate people, but the orc boy turned his head sideways and inhaled as if he loved it, but his mouth obviously couldn't take in all of it, and finally the army of tattered dirty cars turned into an army of undead under the billowing thick smoke, restless and noisy forward.

The Imperial Guard had sprinkled nails on the battle columns to deal with those madmen, and stepped down the barbed wire, although it was a drop in the bucket, but the steel and iron bones here made it impossible for those people to dig trenches, and without trenches that stretched for thousands of meters, those things could bypass the Imperial Guard's nets as if no one was in a no-man's land, and attack the loyal troops with impunity.

Seeing the orcs approaching, they could only shake their spirits, the engine roared, and they fought with them on this crazy track made by aliens, the fastest salamander reconnaissance tank group of the 113th armored regiment of the Phlaxia, and the Chimera armored vehicles with the largest number of guards were ready to attack.

It's just a pity that the Lemanus tank was too slow to carry out this crazy race, and perhaps its machine spirit was a little lost because of it, but it still started slowly, and finally docked beside the helpless tens of thousands of loyal people as the last line of defense.

The second lieutenant climbed onto the top of a tank and raised his saber, after Scardy had joined the core of the Imperial Guard as best he could, as the main commander he also had a good thing that only a general could get, a power saber, and it was honor, or practical, the killing blade glowed a pale blue, like the second lieutenant himself, faintly bright in the dark night.

The roar of the orcs seemed to tear the whole world apart, and on the track, there were about 60 vehicles of the Imperial Guard lined up in a V-shape, and the number of orcs was at least three times as large, and they didn't have time, so they had to start the engine and pray to the emperor to bless them.

As the roar of Waaaagh drew closer, the stench of the orcs could be glimpsed through the air, and the Imperial Guard soldiers stepped on the accelerator, and the V-shaped convoy looked like an arrow flying away.

They almost collided with each other against the enemy, and after a moment they scattered, and then staggered together, some vehicles exploded, rolled, and damaged after colliding with each other due to the impact, and some were pierced and torn apart by hot melts, lasers, and explosive bombs, and countless weapons spat out tongues of fire, they tore each other and roared.

A dark green salamander armored vehicle spews explosive flames, narrowly dodging the orc chariot with a ramming angle in the front, and killing the driver with accurate shots.

The ensign's marksmanship is good, and as for the fact that it can shine in this crazy killing machine gathering place, it is not good to be conspicuous, four or five orc engines have just completed the strangulation of a Chimera armored car, they surround it like a wild dog, tear the Chimera's coat little by little with sharp ramming angles, let the driver inside the armor be exposed, and finally cut off the body by the rough scimitar in the crazy laughter of the orcs.

Now that the hunting group has discovered him, a sharp-edged human dignitary, they can use his head for fun, not only to please the hair, but also to exchange it for some delicious snacks, for this poor and rich tribe, every kid can produce a steady stream of teeth, but no one gives them food, and with the leader's cruel gluttony, any food that can make him happy is noble.

The orc shouted hoarsely. "Look at a running Scroog cake!" This sentence ignited the few enthusiasm of those orcs, and four or five vehicles even crashed into their compatriots, interrupting the actions of those orcs attacking the second lieutenant, just for their own enjoyment.

Five metal hounds were surrounding the Salamander Tank, and they were like hoarse demons, their engines roaring, spitting out crazy howls and smoke, separating the ensign from the constant explosions, roars, and killings around them.

The young man couldn't help but sweat on his forehead, could he solve this crisis? When the salamander was bumped by the rubble, probably the ruins of the fire of the war, or the result of the rough work of the orcs, the body of the car was unstable, and the dirty car immediately approached, and three or four orcs on it stood up and jumped at him, and the second lieutenant fired.

Bang, a mushroom flower exploded in front of him, the disgusting blood of the orcs entered his mouth, covering his eyes, and one of the cars did not grasp the hull and was thrown off, being run over by the vehicles of his compatriots on the ground.

Only two remained, furritable and the largest and most vicious orcs crawled up from the edge of the hull, like green demons from hell, brandishing their machetes and smashing the Salamander Tank's storm bombs, bursting with lightning and splinters that cut the second lieutenant's cheeks, but most of them were hindered by the enclosed carapace.

The orcs giggled and snorted, saliva and sweat mixed with the second lieutenant's cheeks squinting at the explosion. "Good shrimp, good shrimp, hard and hard, scimitar sharp, a few more cuts to be happy, I am happy!" He spoke in a chaotic voice, his weapon raised, and in the wind blowing in the advance of the car, the corners of his clothes, saliva, bodily fluids, and the few hairs that were also the inferior miscellaneous hairs of the hair Scrooge, finally turned into a disgusting beast stance.

The second lieutenant grabbed the broken gun handle that was still crumbling and stabilized his body, and used his strength to dodge and slash, but the orc attack was strong and heavy, and finally left a deep cut in the thick metal hull, and when he smashed down, there were even sparks shooting, if the second lieutenant ate this, he would probably have to see the emperor.

However, the second lieutenant did not want to go to the Golden Throne, and before he was reinstated to the emperor, he still had a wife, and he would have children in the future, and there would be a new day ahead, so he did not want to die, and he could not die.

He waved his arm, and before the orc could retract his arm, he only heard a buzzing vibration, and the power saber tore through the flesh with a destructive stance, and the arteries on the orc's arm were still pumping blood, making his muscles tense, and the severed arm spewed bright red, staining the salamander tank, and making the second lieutenant almost a bloody man.

The lieutenant's mouth tensed with exertion, and he spat out a mouthful of blood that had penetrated in, and the wind blew onto the orc's face, the orc clutched his arm, and the green muscles contracted, and had begun to heal, stop the bleeding, and the vitality was terrifying.

"Shrimp, my arm!" He yelled, and his companion was ready to slash and slash over, but the ensign just touched a handful of sticky blood on his face that had not yet solidified by the wind, and smashed it into the orc's face, a bright red clot like snot, and the size of his palm blocked the orc's vision, and the ensign just seized the moment, the blade cut through the orc's right foot, and he couldn't stand, his dirty and smelly body rolled a few times and fell down with centrifugal force, and was crushed by the big wheel of the dirty car that rumbled behind him.

"My boy!" The orc with the severed hand still looks like a captain, after all, his head is hairy, and he obviously has spare money, and his anger can be understood, for him, a kid is even more valuable, after all, there are dozens of teeth that fall out every day!

But he was finally missing a hand, the second lieutenant stepped out of the car with one foot, standing on the car body, the orc's only left hand held a scimitar, the second lieutenant stepped forward, straight to the orc's left hand, he subconsciously wanted to fight back, and instantly cut off his arm by the buzzing power saber, blood splashed, shouting and constantly noisy, at this moment the second lieutenant quickly kicked him down.

Following the advance of the salamander tank, the fallen orc fell to the ground again, making a popping sound, and the head was crushed again, and it was whimpering, turning into a red and white mixed mud.

The second lieutenant gasped and did not return to his seat, the orcs on the left and right saw that the accomplice landed and immediately opened fire, and the fire of the automatic gun hit the second lieutenant's carapace fiercely, leaving white marks one by one, almost pushing him off the car, and the whole person rolled in a whole circle, lying on the roof of the car, and he was also very fast, otherwise he would probably be a pair of paste brothers with the orcs.

Now he could only roll and crawl forward, braving the fire and the inaccurate accuracy of the orcs back into the car, almost falling, butt to the ground, leaning on the saddle, smashing the scout solidly, the second lieutenant looked tiredly at the dark car and smelled the smell of orc blood and fuel promethium to enjoy a moment of rest.

Until the commander shouted. "No more!"

At this moment, the temperature inside the car is getting higher because of the more and more bullets, it feels like 30-40 degrees Celsius, the hot people are sweating on their foreheads, and the bullets of the five dirty cars are vented, and then they have to give the heat shock and are forced to stop.

The lieutenant gasped, untied the kettle on his waist, poured the warm water down, and washed the sludge dripping out of the bottom of the car, and the bright red sludge made his face a little red and a little white, like a lost ghost, he scolded. "It's planted today, when I go to the Golden Throne, how can I explain to my brother who once left, I actually played to death for those orc mongrels!"

The projectile impact is becoming more and more intensive, the temperature of the car body has reached forty or fifty, and soon they will be unconscious, the fuel is about to burn, and the cooling equipment is buzzing, but I don't know if the soul can't hold it first or the people can't hold it first.

The others wanted to rescue because the army was too far away from the orcs to follow, and they could not protect themselves, so they could only barely maintain the battle line, and the restless battlefield caused the radio to be noisy and malfunctioning, and a large number of strangely shaped weapons shot at each other, and this radio that had been proven to be effective again and again in the cruel noise of human civilization at the end of human civilization also became rough and embarrassing.

It was fate that the entire salamander had been turned into a scorching oven to turn the loyal into the victims of war, but after a brief radio sound, the second lieutenant raised his head, which had lost his mental strength. "Anyone?"

They are far from the battle line, and there should be no troops approaching, unless... They are not the Imperial Guard, then there is only one possibility!

As the radio signal got closer, the battle cry appeared. "Disaster has struck!"

The Doom Eagle was a god from above, it was 12 Rambo Raid Boats that were thrown down the winding hillside, and it took a long time for the Doom Eagle to break the orc's remaining orbital blockade and throw the vehicles with the help of Poldero, the bright red Swift Attack Boats were flat and had no wheels, and the streamlined shots floated in the air at breakneck speed.

Like wings floating underground, they are the Space Marine's most elite mobile strike force, and each Rappel Craft is piloted by two combat brothers, which means that this support requires almost half of the Space Marine's force to fly vehicles.

Instead, it was on the ground for both the most crooked orc mountain and the most twisted track, so they chose to airdrop the equipment from a place where normal vehicles were inaccessible from a distance, so they happened to encounter the ensign who was being dragged away by the orcs, and this strategic coincidence was almost a miracle for the emperor.

The assault boats were armed with a heavy explosive bomb, or multiple tubes of hot melting, and the powerful firepower provided a terrifying force that terrified the orcs, and even the orcs who were bound to win the second lieutenant's head had to retreat, but their dirty cars were too slow, too slow for the Rand raiders.

When that battle cry could be heard without a radio, the fiery serpents spit out from the heavy bomb had already burned an orc dirty cart, not to mention the terrifying explosive power of the hot melt, and their countless terrain hindered the retreat of the orcs with the fastest speed and the most frantic action.

The chirping orc boy yelled, but the power of words had little effect, as one airship approached, the wings hit the side of the dirty car, and the intense heat melted in, the orc vehicle was instantly pierced, and the second, only a few seconds!

They devastated, third, fourth, fifth, not to mention rescuing the lieutenant, they could almost change the tide of battle, the lieutenant tiredly crawled out of the salamander that did not dare to stop, blowing a cool wind, for the first time felt that this orc hell was not bad, after all, there was a scorching hell under his feet.

Sweat soaked his clothes, and he even took off his armor to reveal the sweat-soaked Imperial Guard's shirt, and he smiled wryly and saluted the Aquila to the Space Marines passing by the tank, and the Rand airships returned the salute with their actions.

It's very simple, that action is to go to the battlefield as fast as possible, 12 units, that is, 4 groups of airship troops form a shearhead, inserted into the chaotic battlefield, but the happiest person is not the Imperial Guard, but the war leader, the gluttonous eater of the evil moon, the tyrant, the madman, the waaaaghboss.

He laughed as he looked at the fast and elite airships, and spoke. "Boy, boy, look, that, no wheels, fast moving, like a treasure of bean sprouts, or a vehicle without a nose, this star sector is rare, canned food, large shrimp, they are really good to their boss!" His words were three points moving, four parts were approving, and the other was ecstasy.

He loves the airships because he has a drag racing opponent, he loves the cans because their armor will become his decoration, and he loves the war because his rippers are going to be replaced with tires!

And so, this crazy day goes on, and on, until not a single engine of war can afford to burn!

(End of chapter)