Aearo Lacroxia felt that the war had changed.

In other words, this is a war, and it was all a small fight in the past.

He came from a wandering survivor tribe, and it was a bit difficult to stay in the tribe, and under the leadership of a senior, a dozen teenagers left the tribe and followed a trader to Junk Town, where they joined an adventuring group.

It is said to be an adventure group, but in fact it is an armed garbage guy. A dozen guns were taken from the merchant on credit, and they began to scavenge for waste.

Not daring to take the risk, they went to the safe area outside the garbage town, looking for some metal scrap, picking up some hot gray stone, making up the amount of the day, taking it back to the garbage town, and changing it for food.

After the daily harvest, after buying food and paying off a little bit of the gun loan owed, there is nothing left.

And if you really encounter a battle, such as some mutant monsters that you occasionally encounter in the ruins of the city, you have to save a little bit of shooting, and the bullet money is very expensive.

Life during that time, there was no hope, no future. But he didn't feel that sad, it was good to have food. For a long time, he didn't know what it was like to have a full meal.

He and his companions spent two years in Junk Town. Just when he thought he was going to go on like this for the rest of his life until he couldn't do it anymore, he met Greenskin.

Of the dozen or so fellow villagers, only six survived, and the rest, including his senior who brought them out, were all buried in the hands of Greenskin.

If it was just casualties, it would have been enough, but those fellow villagers died too badly. Those green skins swallowed their lives in front of them, smashed their heads and ate their brains.

He wanted to snatch the body back, but he didn't dare, and was dragged back by someone.

Among the people who are alive, some completely give up their work as scavengers and adventurers because of that scene, but he and his two other brothers will never forget that scene.

After hearing the name of the Beast Slayer, they joined the group.

It's a shame to say that he obviously wants to take revenge on those greenskins, but after the three of them came in, they fought for four months, and only he survived, but there was only one greenskin killed by his own hands.

In the past, when they were looking for green skins, they could often only find a way to find a small target, at most two or three partners. But even so, they had to gather thirty or fifty people before they dared to make a move.

The iron tube rifle has no advantage in shooting at those green skins, the range is about the same, the power is far worse, and mortals are not like those green skins can take many bullets. As a result, the people of the Beast Slaughter Group could only think from other places.

Modify firearms, increase the caliber, increase the charge. Although this will seriously reduce the reliability of the firearm, the power of the bullet does increase; Equipped with broadswords and spears, after those green skins are close, they have a weapon to resist a while. The green skin sticking to the face and tearing apart three or four people can always have six, seven, or eight spears pierced into his body.

Everyone says that the Beast Slayer has a special way to beat the green skins, but in Lacroxia's opinion, what is the special method of this? Stronger courage, full of hatred hidden in the bottom of my heart, many to one who is not afraid of death. In order to kill two or three greenskins, they often have to pay ten lives.

That's nothing more than that.

But now it's different.

Earlier, when the regiment commander talked to him and asked if he wanted to accept the adaptation, he thought very simply: the treatment is better than before, there is better equipment to get, and he can continue to play green skins, is there anything bad about this?

But what he didn't expect was that after accepting the adaptation, the whole way of fighting the war would change.

After a few days of rest in the barracks, and a round of training under the watchful eye of the Governor, he felt as if he had understood a lot at once.

Shooting posture, military skills, position building, group coordination, armor coordination, artillery coordination......

Those days were amazing, my head suddenly became transparent, I could understand what the truth was when I talked about it, and I could practice what skills I could practice.

Coming to the front again, he was in the captain...... Oh, and now it's the squad leader.

Under the leadership of the squad leader, a total of ten people, two firepower points were constructed. They are all built with common building fragments and broken bricks from the ruins, and are located on a small slope that can form a condescending strike point.

And there are several such firepower points at a short distance, which are built up by the other robes of the same company, to ensure that they can form cross-fire with each other, and can smoothly support each other.

This knowledge has just been learned. In the past, they could only rely on experience to fool around, and they could not build positions so effectively.

And these positions immediately had an effect.

A group of about a dozen greenskins crept up in the night, and when the sentinels found out, they were not far from a fortification.

The sound of gunfire woke everyone up, and several soldiers stationed there began to resist vigorously, and the brothers next door who were able to provide fire support also immediately opened fire, and machine guns and rifles rang out.

Immediately, two or three greenskins were killed by the dense bullets.

The group then fought and withdrew, killing three of them, and allowing Greenskins to take over the fortifications, but then there were men who came up to support them and poured two rounds into it with bazookas.

After the fight, seven or eight people rushed in together, with their bayonets on their hands, and fought with the only remaining greenskins.

Lacroxia was one of them, and he stabbed one to death with his own hands.

Fighting in close combat, of course, the human race suffers, even if those greenskins are injured and killed most of them, the remaining four still kill seven soldiers.

But on the whole, the exchange ratio between the two sides is only 1 to 1.

In the past, these dozen or so greenskins could kill their entire company.

However, the battle was not over at this time. Their position was disrupted here, and the greenskins on the opposite side seemed to seize this opportunity and put in more manpower to attack them.

The moon was dark tonight, but by the searchlight of the position, Lacroxia could clearly see that there must be at least fifty green skins, forming a heavy black shadow, rushing towards their position.

At that time, he was extremely nervous and fired wildly with his comrades.

Everyone seems to know that there seems to be no way out. They can't run, they can't outrun these greenskins.

At this moment, the thought they were thinking about was to try to take one of them away before they died.

But at this moment, a whistling sound came from the top of their heads!

Lacroxia remembered, and before coming to support, the platoon commander seemed to have said that as long as there was a fight here, the company commander would send a telegram to the combined artillery regiment in the rear. As long as you hold on, you can get artillery support!

Isn't this coming?

At least three shells, which fell to the front.

The loud explosion was about to deafen my ears.

But Lacroxia was inexplicably excited!

That's what wars are called!

The orcs had rough skin and thick flesh, but they were still flesh and blood, and under the power of the 155 howitzer, within a radius of five or six meters of the explosion, there were no bones; Within 50 meters, shock waves and dense shrapnel can also be lethal.

The three shells were accurate, and if it weren't for the fact that the greenskins were scattered and knew how to lie down and dodge when the shells came, these three cannons would have killed them all.

But despite this, at least twenty greenskins are finished.

The rest of the people, howling and getting up, continued to rush up the slope.

But at this moment, more fire points in the vicinity reacted, and fired frantically at this place, at least ten machine guns were aimed at this place, and there were countless rifles.

The G9M light machine gun and G9A automatic rifle form a firepower network that is many times higher than the iron tube rifles they used to hold. Under the intense fire of the fire net, the green skins eventually fell on the way to the charge.

From then on, the whole night and the entire line of defense seemed to be lively, as if there was fighting everywhere, and the sound of gunfire was faintly heard from as far away as ten kilometers, and the rumbling of artillery was incessant.

Lacroxia and the others were attacked several times afterwards, and they also paid a lot of casualties, especially when they were close to the distance of thirty or fifty meters by those green skins, and the rough guns of the opponent could kill one of them as long as they hit.

But where are the immortals in war?

Tonight, Lacroxia can guarantee that, at least in his position, the greenskins are dead more than they are.

After daybreak, the Greenskins' offensive stopped.

Counting the losses and the results of the battle, the greenskins in front of them lost more than fifty corpses, of which thirty or forty were killed by artillery and bazookas, ten were shot, and five or six were killed by them by rushing up to fight with bayonets.

And Lacroxia, on their side, also lost thirty warriors.

A new company, with their breakfast, took their place at ten o'clock in the morning.

Lacroxia and his comrades, after a night of fighting and losing 30% of their living strength, were able to retreat and rest first.

He himself didn't feel tired, and even got excited in his heart, and wanted to fight again!

……

Baking Axe felt very tired and very bored, but he still wanted to fight again.

Fighting, fighting, watching blood splatter...... This is the greenskin's greatest hobby, and it is the nature engraved in the genes.

They are savage, furious, and have a fighting nature, and are not afraid of death, and the thing they fear most in their lives is not to fight, and not winning a fight will make them unhappy.

Today is not very happy.

In order not to lose the fight, the baking axe can only temporarily let his boys retreat.

Several mad doctors operated on the green-skinned boy with severed hands, legs and head. If you don't have a hand, you cut one from another green skin and sew it on; The same goes for missing feet. Some of the greenskins that had been bombarded by the cannon had a lot of missing parts on their bodies, but their heads were still not dead, so they cut off their heads and replaced them with corpses that were still intact but had rotten heads......

Baking Axe watched his boys being reassembled one by one, and was a little happier.

I like to fight, I'm not afraid of death, but that doesn't mean I know I can't win and have to fight. I live for the next fight, and if I die too many green-skinned boys, it will be difficult to fight later.

He went back to the ruined barracks, copied a red, rough-looking communicator, and casually operated on it twice, trying to get in touch with the boss in the rear.

However, the communicator rattled and rattled with an electric sound, but it could not be connected.

The baking axe was even more angry, and he shouted outside: "Fork! Fork! Come in for me! ”

A guy who looked much thinner than him, but was actually stronger than the average green-skinned orc, walked in with a wrench.

"Boss Baking Axe, what are you calling me for?"

"Fix this thing for me! I'm going to contact the meat ripped boss! ”

"This thing is broken again?"

Fork took the communicator from the baking axe, scratched his head, and then struck a few times with a small hammer, and then used a wrench to remove a few parts from above.

Then, it handed the communicator back to the baking axe, "I think this should be fine." ”

The baking axe didn't care, he fiddled with it twice, and it really worked.

Kicked on the butt of the fork and kicked the wrench kid away, and when the familiar panting sound came from there, the baking axe couldn't wait to shout: "Meat ripping boss!" I listened to you, and took advantage of the time when those shrimps changed guards, and led people to rush once! Many, many boys died, and they didn't rush down. Those shrimp cannons are too fierce, and I want to blow them up! I also need a truck! I also want to drag the motorcycle! ”

"No way!" The Meat Ripping Boss refused, "You stay there first!" If you want to fight, go fight! I heard the elder say that if you wait for a while, you will be able to hold back a big thing and blow it up! Can't be exposed first! When the new boys and new farts have grown, and then bring these big bombs, we will kill all those shrimps in one wave! ”

"Okay...... It's the boss who listens to you. "But you have to promise me that you must give me more when the time comes!" ”

"Divide it for you, give it to you!"

……

Bang, hang up the communication, the big boss of the Iron Tooth Clan: Tearing Meat, with heavy steps, found the Elder.

It was an old orc, and his teeth were falling out.

Among the greenskins, the old orcs are not common. Orcs who can't fight don't have a long life, and Greenskin doesn't have the traditional virtues of respecting the old and loving the young.

But then again, if a greenskin can live to a very old age and still have a significant position in the clan, it means that there must be something special about it, and it is not as invincible as it looks.

When facing the elders, as the boss of the entire clan, he will also maintain some respect - which is not easy for the greenskins.

"When will our big explosion be good?" "Those boys keep asking, they keep asking for support, and if they can't do it, I can only let them withdraw." Some of the new shrimp are pretty good, and those boys are beaten to the ground! ”

The elder thought for a moment and said, "We still have to continue fighting, more deaths, more WAAAGH, more long boys, more deaths, more WAAAAGH, more boys, more deaths...... And then we won! We can all become bigger orcs! The kids on the front line need to work harder, and if they can't, send more fart spirits, those fart essences are a little too much, and we don't need so much. The new mushrooms are almost grown, but we still need more land to grow more mushrooms. ”

(End of chapter)