The view of the war from the position of the Poldero always made Alan Baier feel a palpable sense of disconnection, and even though he had sent the Doom Eagle to attack, the delay in information and the restless silence remained.

He looked at the dense cables in front of the holographic projection device, and drank Reka coffee one after another, enjoying the unique, almost collapsed bitterness, and only this taste could make the numb nerves feel rejuvenated.

"Hasn't the poison blade been dropped yet?" Alan Bair suddenly asked the captain about the whereabouts of the Dawn Blade, the super-heavy tank that was originally unused because there was enough Riemanus was supposed to be the core of the battle, but the special large transport ship could not drop it in dense fire, and it could only be dropped after the Imperial Guard had established a stronghold.

Otherwise, such a huge body may fall into mud or quicksand and other harsh environments for various reasons, or it may be defeated by the enemy's defensive fire and scattered infantry units, but at this moment they have no choice, after Poldero barely destroyed some of the defensive artillery, they must throw the Emperor's Poison Blade to stabilize the battle situation and reduce the loss of soldiers.

This was strange for the Empire, but it was Skadi's style, and he could risk the Emperor's Poison Blade for the sake of his soldiers, and the other commanders would probably laugh when they heard it.

But even the discharge of that heavy equipment made the captain embarrassed, he said. "The armory has been whipped up, but the basic front prayer still takes time, and such a complex and strict machine soul cannot be treated casually, so I can only hope that the Destruction Eagle can pull things as good as possible."

The Riemanus and Marauder tanks can't crush those dirty cars in armor, they can't even fight those dirty cars head-on because of mobility issues, and the slow agility of the Empire's heavy vehicles in the turret makes their ability against light armor worse, and of course because of the extreme chase speed of those orcs, if you leave the terrain here, their tactical combat effectiveness in other worlds will be much lower.

The complex terrain and tracks built by the orcs prevented the soldiers from performing their natural abilities, losing the right time and place and making the war slow and difficult, and the people of Karaza had never entered the place, and they did not know what had become of it.

"When the soldiers build a camp, the poison blade can completely suppress the battle, and now we can only pray to the emperor to bless the soldiers who are fighting." Alan Baier said with a wry smile, he was not worried about failure, but wasting so many troops in this place could not help the main plan too much, but he couldn't ignore Karaza, and the orcs here were a breakthrough, an important breakthrough to find the information of the purple hand.

Cambridge unconsciously became only the sound of the warlord smoking coffee, and the heat of the battlefield and the armory seemed to have nothing to do with it.

The dark green illusory holograms on the table outline the crazy battlefield scene, this is almost an amusement park made of roller coasters, it is hard to imagine how such an environment can be fought, Astarte and the Imperial Guard will not lose, but even so, Lieutenant General Alan Baier, who loves soldiers like a child, still hopes that the sacrifice will be few.

But the situation on the battlefield was not as he wished, bloody wreckage and death, burning hulls of all loyal or insane, explosive bombs, hot melts, beams, any weapon you can think of is doing everything to kill the enemy, even sabers, fists, people fighting orcs on the hull, people shooting those savage things with laser guns.

The battlefield was getting closer and closer to the Imperial Guard's defenses, where all their supplies were still being dismantled, and the living warriors hid behind sandbags and wires, and some of the iron rods were welded upside down to the ground, forming an oblique attempt to hinder the enemy's vehicles, but those weak defenses were useless.

Only the accurate shooting of the Skadi veterans killed the orcs from time to time with deflagration beams, and a few Space Marines resisted stubbornly, but the dirty car that broke away from the large convoy exhausted them, and after the cannon of one of the Levanus guns that actually protected the Imperial Guard, the dirty car was able to dodge the grenades, proving once again to the Empire that speed is king here.

The Imperial Guard's vehicles were overwhelmed, and the loss of the second lieutenant's tie had weakened their defenses, but not everyone gave up, and the courage and confidence of the Katachans proved their success with hot melt and sabers, and the forest warriors hid behind sandbags and used the hot melt to surprise the cars around them.

The reaction speed was terrifying, after all, an 80 kilometers per hour fast train drove by, and it was difficult for ordinary people to see the whole picture, but Katachan could tell again and again whether it was the loyal vehicles of the Empire or the filth of the orcs, and punished it with the heat of the hot melt gun.

They were led by Sergeant Sergeant Katachan, a veteran who even climbed into a sandbag to charge the orc, and jumped up at the last moment, jumped over the dirty car's corner, held down the orc on the car, slit his throat with his thick arm, and abandoned the car.

They were holding back the orc's attacks and were the spiritual leaders of the other Catachans, while his friend, the Leterin Kid, was lying on the side of a Riemanus, the carbine's scope flashed, and almost instantly, the engine of the dirty car burst and burned.

The clumsy engines of the orcs exploded in an instant, causing an unexpected ripple effect, and they slammed into each other as if affirming the Lighterin Kid's superb shooting ability.

Their flesh and blood formed a defensive and buffering steel front that stunned the soldiers and commanders of Karaza, something that hardly was something that humans should do, or, they were fighting alongside Astarte? It's so appalling that they probably won't go back and spread it, and even if they say it drunk, it won't be considered true.

After all, although Skady is famous and determined in this star area, it is still far from Krieg, Kadia and other legions with people, but war and reality do not care whether they have a reputation or history, they will only use cruel blood and death to express whether they have a so-called value, and the Skadiers have proven themselves again and again, and they still do so until now.

The human heroes and Astartes had succeeded in hindering the chariots, more effectively than any defenses and obstacles, and the Imperial Guard could regroup, but the absence of the commander still worried them, but the 113th Phlaxia Panzer Regiment had experienced three hundred years of worry, and they would still be sturdy as long as they could see their companions, like chain mail, cheap, tough, and all-powerful.

The armor formed a net that slowly buffered the orc attack, but the network alone could not hunt such a large orc army, and they lacked a spear, a sharp, deadly spear.

The action is at a stalemate, especially with the roar of the Ripper of the War Boss Emurray, who will tear through several Imperial Guard vehicles each time, whether it is shooting around a chariot like a cow at great speed, accurately and easily slicing important parts of the Imperial vehicle with projectiles, and it only takes a moment to turn the Empire's most elite Salamander tank into scrap metal.

There was also the fatal impact of the war boss, the huge body of the war boss pressed the body of the car so that it would not be cocked, and with the blessing of Waaagh's position, those things would not fall apart due to the impact, so even one would be dented and deformed by this simple and gorgeous strange car, and the machine soul wailed.

This time he even tore the Levánus apart, shouting and cheering as the damn heavy metal playing from the engine and body horns snaked a Riemanus tank alive with a cheek-wrenching hurricane.

The engine of war had been torn apart from the middle with the most brutal addition, that is, speed to weight equaled force, and the bare layers of adamantite and wires contained the remains of members of the Imperial Guard, making it hard to believe that such a simple thing could make the Empire's most honorable machine like butter.

He laughed at this, scraped with scraped metal, and even his boys were in good spirits because of it, but his head was gone, cut off by the heavy metal fragments of Riemanus' shell, and he suddenly stopped laughing, and his big white fangs were still exposed, but not so much.

"My boys have to be replaced, they should be as strong as me!" He complained a little, as if the boys were too fragile for the orcs, the cooks, the gunslingers.

But it was an opportunity for the Imperial Guard, as he galloped through the camp, and the four Katachan soldiers jumped into the crazy car before they could "replenish" the gunners, and the arrival of the forest warriors made Umurray smile, and he raised his foot to drive, his right foot moving the simple steering wheel, and his left foot pressing the accelerator, the wind stinging on his skin.

"Good shrimp, good shrimp!" He watched as Katachan climbed into the car, raised his chainsaw axe, pressed the trigger, and the chainsaw turned like thunder, which made people tremble, but Katachan was not afraid, to kill this bastard, this mission was won!

And the red scarves on their shoulders fluttered because of this, and the cloth moistened with blood inherited the successes, failures, sacrifices, and killings, and they raised their weapons, and the long-bladed knives emitted a cold edge, which was suffocating.

The two warriors attack upwards together, leaving the two orc leaders who attack the steering wheel on their toes, and even if they are all killed, they will bring the vehicle to a halt that threatens the Empire.

Unfortunately, when the blade was inserted into the flesh and blood of the orc leader, they felt the hindrance, the thick muscle tissue was more than that of the ordinary orc leader, and his gluttony had an effect, Katachan's long blade could only cut halfway, and the leader didn't care although it was painful, he wielded the chainsaw axe, no one in his eyes, unscrupulous.

The sharp weapon swung along with his severed wrist, forcing the four men who had attacked him away, and then he realized that he would be seriously injured if he continued like this, so he suddenly shifted his foot on the steering wheel, slid the whole circle, and brushed the warriors down in a sharp turn.

And how similar this incident is to the experience of the second lieutenant, the Katachan soldiers who were thrown down had many broken bones, but they still turned on the machine. "Sorry, mission failed."

The voice that replied to the machine seemed young and familiar, he said. "No, it worked, the orc has deviated from the convoy, and at this moment, catch the turtle in the urn."

He, the owner of the voice, looked into the distance from the salamander tank, the prey became the hunter, and the second lieutenant was liquidating the suffering just now, and reciprocated it with a tooth for a tooth or even a little chick's belly.

He pressed the communicator. "Destruction Eagles, we've brought it out, the big fish."

There was no reply from the other side, but it replied, the low roar of the Empire's engines, the 12 flying wings, the speedboats approaching, those Space Marines were now the falcons hovering over the heads of a worthy prey, the war leaders who had plagued the citizens of the Empire for thousands of years, a prey worthy of them.

The engines were dusty, the weapons were ready to go, and the orc leader was laughing as he looked left and right. "Fun, racing, I like it."

He just won the victory with the car, and now he has to use the car to comment on whether he continues to maintain hegemony, even the madman of 12 to 1 is now easy to accept, after all, as the boss has to be shocking!

He held the steering wheel with his toes, and it didn't matter if he braked, as long as he was fast enough and turned fast enough, those things didn't matter, this was his racing compendium, and it was also his biggest reliance on his life until now, he lay on the car, his huge body held the weapons on both sides of the car left and right, two orc heavy explosive bombs, and pressed the trigger, letting the projectiles drive away those warriors.

Looking down from the sky, it is hard to imagine that the real battlefield is not the hell next to the gongs and drums, but the small episode of less than 16 chariots here, but in this dark era, people no longer ignore the strong charisma and ability of the individual to guide the war, and the master officer of the Destruction Eagle shoots sharply at the leader, as if he has regarded it as his own trophy.

At the same time, the free and easy orc leader also discovered this warrior in the red helmet, he understood a little bit of the formation of space marines, a little rough, and the source was also those betrayers, to be precise, it should be the real master of this star sector, he shouted.

"Red cans, red cans, shrimp call you petal god, canned food call you city melon, I call you red head, give me that beautiful helmet, give me that beautiful car, give me your honor, and I will give you a bomb, give you a click, give you that squeak buzz, roar all the time, and will not be satisfied with the big chop!"

The Master Chief looked at him from the hull of the car, and was not annoyed by the foul words, but for the first time he opened his mouth to the alien, and the grid made an electronic sound, with the inaudible sound of the wind. "Come, Xenomorph, become one of the many feats of the Destruction Eagle along with your past successes, and make your foolish life worthy and honorable."

He lifted the heavy butt of the Storm Blaster in front of him, a weapon that was too heavy for Alan Bair, but he was as easy as the Imperial Guard to a rifle, and accurately highlighted the tongue of fire, scorching the dirty Ripper, and unilaterally announcing that the final of the tournament had begun.

(End of chapter)