If there is a reliable friendly army to help attract attention on the front, the five Space Marines of the Immortal Bird may still have a chance to succeed. But at the moment, the friendly forces around them were only 28 soldiers of the Storm Detachment.

Although they are also elite, it is necessary to have twenty-eight of them face fifty times the number of enemies and attract the attention of the Space Marines head-on...... That's impossible, and you can't do it even if you die.

What's more, even if you can hold the hatred for them head-on, it will be difficult to sneak in and behead them.

The green-skinned leader, who looks strong.

He was dressed in heavy equipment, and his whole body had risen to three meters. Modified hot weapons and cold weapons all look exaggerated. That heavy armor is by no means easy to break.

Martins they are well-informed, and the strength of this monster is assessed, and even a Star Marine veteran can't take it down if they go head-to-head. Only the five of them, at the same time bursting into their faces, can ensure a swift and undelayed kill. But as long as there is a slight problem in the middle link and it is delayed, the surrounding green skins continue to support it, and they can't get out of it.

Forget it, forget it.

Monitoring, wait for Governor Gu to come over with the main force. When the time comes, there will be a large army to rush in, and in the melee, the five of them will move again, and the grasp will be much bigger.

There is no need to engage in adventurism now.

However, when they died down, the greenskins seemed to have spotted them.

The striking orc boss looked at their hiding place from afar.

Martins frowned.

"Why were we discovered?"

He was genuinely confused.

Could it be that I haven't fought the greenskins in a while, and my feelings have deteriorated?

But after thinking about it carefully, there is nothing wrong with their actions, and the elites of the storm detachment are doing a good job, so it stands to reason that they will not be so easy to discover.

"I don't know how they found out." "All I know is that we're in trouble." ”

Be ready for battle...... Fight a ghost!

The thirty-man fought hard against a thousand orcs with heavy equipment and the leadership of the boss, which was looking for death.

While the distance between the two sides is still far away, it is only right to run quickly!

However, as they escaped, they soon learned what had found them.

Of course, it was also a green-skinned orc, standing next to the orc boss, the rickety body didn't look tall, and there were no exaggerated weapons and equipment on the body, and the overall absorption was very ordinary. The only thing that is unusual is that it holds a silver-gray metal stick in its hand, which is not supposed to be the product of greenskin technology, but on the upper part of it, it is decorated with animal teeth and multi-colored paint, full of green-skinned orc style.

The old orc, pointing his scepter at where the Space Marines were.

A gut feeling that danger was coming, and they immediately began to dodge.

At this moment, a red beam of light shot straight in.

The Space Marines were fine, but the light pierced through the bodies of the two Storm Detachment soldiers.

The alloy plastic steel bulletproof inserts under the uniforms hardly did anything, and the two soldiers were burned with a fist-sized, penetrating hole.

The beam of light passed through the bodies of the two and traveled far away, until it hit the ruin wall in the distance and disappeared.

The two of them fell to the ground weakly, and their bodies twitched and struggled on the ground weakly.

They are not dead yet, but they are certain to die.

No one could save them, and when they had to retreat and run, it was impossible to take with them two wounded men who would have died in a few minutes at most.

This can't be regarded as abandoning his comrades, but when he runs away, he will inevitably be demoralized.

However, despite the lack of drag, their escape was not smooth.

The rickety old orc, but the beam in his hand kept releasing it, and it would hit every few minutes.

This highly penetrating concentrated beam of light cannot be ignored even by Space Marines. If you hit two shots, the power armor will be broken; Three shots, I'm afraid it will be fatal.

You don't even need to hit the same spot, after two shots, the defense of the entire armor decreases due to the change in structure, which is enough for the third shot to deal fatal damage.

But fortunately, although the old orc's attack distance was very long, it still retained a terrifying killing effect at a distance of two thousand meters.

However, he does not have a high-magnification scope, nor does he have the ability to aim and shoot. Although the beam does not cause ballistic deviation due to the long distance, it is not possible to aim at everything. The reason why the first shot in front was fatal was because the teams that had not had time to completely disperse the formation, the distance between them was a little too close, and it was easy to hit casually, which made the soldiers of the two storm detachments suffer a fatal blow.

And at this moment, when they moved and the formation was more dispersed, it was not so easy to hit.

What's more, they are not without the ability to resist.

The Blaster Gun and the Storm Team's electromagnetic rifle have the ability to kill and damage enemies at a distance of two thousand meters - although there will be a lot of attenuation, but if you hit it, you will still die.

T3 soldiers are already very reliable in terms of shooting accuracy, not to mention the Star Marines who can't use T to show their ability, and they even have a built-in combat assistance system in the power armor to help them complete their shooting work more accurately.

Even if the guns in their hands were not sniper models designed for long-range killing, they could still threaten the old orc at a distance of two thousand meters.

However, they were unable to shoot him as well, and only a few Greenskins who accidentally blocked their guns died.

The old orc was also a thief, and after finding out that he was targeted, he did not shoot at the Space Marines and Storm soldiers, but hid behind the orc general.

This is a large bunker, even if it is a blaster gun, it can't hit the armor on his body at a distance of two thousand meters, let alone hurt the old orc behind.

But in the same way, it is not easy to be killed by a blaster or an electromagnetic rifle when he hides, but he can no longer pose a threat to the fleeing humans.

However, the situation on the human side is not much better.

A considerable part of the entire Greenskin Army moved.

Armed trucks and killing canisters were moved and chased after them. Even the orc warrior was killed in person.

Bullets kept coming at them from a distance of two thousand meters.

The tattered guns in the hands of those green-skinned boys were thumping and hilarious, but their bullets couldn't hit a distance of two thousand meters at all, and they landed halfway, not to mention accuracy.

But it's not like the Greenskins don't have weapons capable of threatening them at this distance.

Not to mention the tin bucket artillery, the accuracy of that thing is not good, and the power is great, but even if you want the cannon to fight mosquitoes, you have to be able to hit it.

It can arm the large machine guns on trucks and the multi-barreled machine guns equipped with killing canisters, but they can still pose a threat at a distance of more than two kilometers.

It is difficult to say how accurate the weapons of the green-skinned orcs are, however, when the bullets come in an extremely dense manner, as long as the general direction can be ensured to be good, and the bullets are still lethal at a distance of two thousand meters, then with the huge number, just stray bullets are enough to threaten.

During the flight, the soldiers of the storm detachment continued to fall.

At this moment, it is not particularly meaningful to turn around and fire back, and it is impossible for them to kill all the enemies, nor to repel them.

I can only keep running.

Of course, in fact, you can't run away.

The Space Marines ran and retreated with all their might, and there may be hope, but the elite soldiers of the storm detachment will definitely not be able to escape.

But even if it is a Space Marine, the probability of wanting to run away is actually not very large. After all, if you run with all your might, you will give up your back to the enemy to fight at will. The power armor of the Space Marines, if there is any weakest place, it must be the back.

Turning one's back to one's enemy is undoubtedly a great shame for a Space Marine.

And even if they give up their honor and allies to escape with all their might in order to save the fire of the warband, it may not end well.

Before they are completely out of the enemy's attack range and out of tracking, one of the five of them will probably fall, pay an unknown number of lives to escape, and have no chance of recovering the genetic seed.

For now, they are still retreating, but sometimes they are firing at the enemy and retreating, and sometimes they are hiding behind some slope or the ruins of a building to temporarily stop the gunfire from coming......

If you retreat in such a way, you will definitely not be able to run fast.

On the contrary, even if the road is rough, the armed trucks of the people are six wheels. Even if there are some places where the wheels can't run, the speed of the detour is not much slower.

And the walking mecha like the Killing Tank is even more problematic.

Although Martins and Schneider worked together to kill a killing canister at a distance of more than 1,000 meters through a sudden burst of shotguns, it did not quench their thirst.

They can only do their best to intercept the enemy's pursuit speed, and they cannot escape in a straight line, on the one hand, they must avoid fire, and on the other hand, they must also be careful not to be outflanked by the armed trucks that detour.

They now fully understand that being caught up is inevitable.

But that doesn't mean complete despair.

Despite not saying a word to each other, Martins believed that his comrades should have shared his thoughts: they were to find a place to defend and hold out until reinforcements arrived.

Although I don't know how long I have to stay, this choice is more reliable than running away.

Of course, they must also be prepared for the worst-case scenario: total annihilation.

But so what? That's how wars are fought.

Especially against this orc clan that has gone beyond the ordinary wild green-skinned level, who knows who will come first in accidents and victories?

In between, they did find something to defend: a couple of large, sturdy buildings with three or four stories.

Although this place is no longer the core firepower projection area of orbital strike, the fact that the buildings here have survived for 100 years and the aftermath of an earthquake like an almost orbital bombardment proves that those pre-war buildings were strong enough.

Retreat into tall buildings and fight inside buildings, those armed trucks will be difficult to drive in, the killing canisters will be immobile, and the area they need to defend is only a section in front of them, not like on flat ground, and they need to face bullets from all directions.

But those tall buildings are still not the best choice.

Fearing that they would be blasted by the greenskins, they would be blasted with explosives, and that they would still be attacked from all sides if the enemy used some ladders to climb up.

Martins: They are still looking for a better place to stick to.

Although no one knows whether the last abandoned high-rise building that seems to be able to hold on to it is the most suitable place to be found next; I don't know if the next one will be worse, but in order to maximize the defensive advantage, they can only try to keep looking.

This time, it was as if the Emperor had heard their faithful prayers, and their luck had suddenly changed for the better.

A soldier discovers an underground space in the ruins of a building.

This kind of basement, to say the environment, is very suitable for sticking. Although there is still a risk of collapse, as long as it is deep and strong enough, the risk of collapse is less than that of a high-rise building being blasted.

As for the rest, it's almost all about the advantages.

There is only one entrance, which is convenient to hold; The inner space is more limited, and the enemies you face at the same time will become fewer, and the enemies will not be able to play a numerical advantage; If the space is narrow, you can't even get into something like a killing canister, that's even better.

It's really not good, seal the entrance, although you can't get out yourself, but at least you don't have to worry about being conquered for a long time. After staying for a day, the Governor's army came, and it might be much safer outside, so they wore power armor and dug out with their bare hands, and they could dig out if they didn't dig for a few days.

In short, it is better than waiting for death.

The only thing to be concerned about is whether the depth of the underground space is large enough.

If it's a small basement, after entering, someone rushes into the mouth, blocking it and losing the space to toss and turn, it is also very dangerous.

However, just passing by the underground entrance and taking a brief look, Martins dispelled this concern: what kind of basement is this, this is an underground research institute!

Just look at the heavy, solid round iron gate at the entrance.

In the past, the iron door should have been power-driven, otherwise it would have been impossible to close or open the door by manpower. Only now, it's just open there, and the power has long since failed.

There was no room for hesitation, and Martins chose to get in.

Five Space Marines, along with the 21 surviving Storm Squad soldiers, stepped into the subterranean space.

At Martins' beckoning, a squad of elite soldiers explored the depths. They had to find out what was going on inside, and they had to know where they could retreat later if the war didn't go well; In addition, you have to find out if there are other entrances and exits to facilitate escape, or you have to guard to avoid the green skin also knowing that someone stabbed in the ass.

The rest of the people stayed at a distance of more than 20 meters from the entrance, and temporarily brought in anything they could pick up, broken bricks, building panels...... In short, urgently build a position.

They were to hold the entrance, delay as long as possible, and kill and wound the enemy.

But they didn't have much time, and after only two minutes, an enemy appeared at the entrance.

It was just a few green skins, and it seemed to be some armed truck that couldn't get through, and let down the infantry in the car.

And as soon as they showed their heads, they were killed mercilessly.

The entrance is only thirty meters away, and the elite soldiers of the Space Marines and the Storm Detachment are all without missing bullets. And the most important thing is that the weapons in their hands are not as weak as the G9 series rifles. A blaster is enough to kill the Greenskins in one hit, and the electromagnetic rifle has a few more shots.

In other words, if those green skins were only used to attack with infantry, they would probably not be able to take them all down.

In the hands of the Space Marines, there are nearly 300 rounds of ammunition per capita; The Storm Soldiers also had at least 180 rounds on reserve.

Save a little and hit it accurately, it should be able to hold up.

Those green-skinned orcs also understood this - even if they didn't understand, when the killing tank couldn't get in, they mobilized the tin bucket artillery to blow up the entrance, and gathered twenty boys to rush in and none of them came out alive.

They didn't continue to send people in to die, which gave Martins and the others time to catch their breath.

But he also knows that this is the calm before the storm.

It was late at night, but they didn't dare to rest.

Tried to contact Governor Gu, but wireless communication was cut off.

I'm afraid the greenskins have the technology to block communications.

In short, they don't have much choice now, so they can only take advantage of the geographical advantage here to stick to it.

……

The orc elder Gurgon angrily looked at the torn flesh in front of him, which was much stronger and larger than him, and wanted to kill him.

But no.

He can't beat the flesh.

He couldn't even sit back and watch the flesh be torn to death.

He knew that the ones who were hiding were 'cans'. In his distant memory, he had seen this kind of can, and killing an orc boy was as easy as an orc killing a fart spirit.

Ripper was already the most powerful warrior in the tribe, but from what he could remember, he could tell that if Ripper rushed in regardless of it, he might be able to kill one or two cans, but eventually die there.

He can't die if he dies, and if he dies, the more than a thousand boys who have been regrouped now will immediately fall back into collapse. There are five or six orc bosses of the same rank below, and they only serve the stronger, greener Rip Flesh than them. As soon as the flesh is torn to death, there will be a bloody struggle between them, and they will bring their own brat to fight each other, and they will not care about anything else until the last one is left.

Gorgons wouldn't mind that as it used to be, but not now.

He also needs the clan to continue to exist.

He could only persuade again bitterly: "Why don't you listen to me?" When did I lie to you? ”

"You can't say anything!" The meat is still so stubborn, "I must kill all those shrimps!" I'll only leave when I'm gone! My boys are all dead, the military factory is gone, the farm is gone, but I haven't killed a single shrimp with my own hands! This is absolutely not a no-go! ”

"But we're all going to die here!" Gorgon roared, "Those shrimps have killed the roasting axe and killed all the boys in front of them, and they are about to kill us!" We must go now, now is not the time to fight! Wait until we have more kids, more big guns, and then kill these shrimps! ”

After a pause, the orc elder Gorgon pointed to the entrance to the tunnel in the distance, which was almost invisible in the night, and continued: "A few years ago, I was dug out of it, and after I killed the shrimp that I dug out with my own hands, I carefully explored there. It's sturdy there, and you can only rush through the front of the entrance, but there are cans guarding it, and even you can't rush in......"

At this point, Görgon suddenly stopped.

He saw that the tyrannical eyes of the torn flesh were staring at him.

He seems to have made a mistake, he just said to the strongest boss in a tribe, you can't.

And this is something that most orc bosses will never believe.

The huge torn flesh lowered his head and looked at the aging Gorgon.

Tearing meat said, "I'm the boss, I don't have to listen to you." I'm the biggest in the tribe, the greenest, there's nothing I can't kill. ”

With that, his mechanical arm grabbed Gorgon's throat and lifted his decaying body up: "You are too old and too cowardly, I have had enough of your words. I'm going to keep your head and see with your own eyes how I tore those shrimps to shreds. ”

Gorgon's mouth 'hissed', as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

Tearing Flesh didn't want to listen to him anymore, and his mechanical arm just screwed Gorgon's throat with a single force.

The sparkle in Gorgon's eyes quickly vanished.

In this moment, he remembered many things.

He was originally just an ordinary artisan kid from the Iron Tooth Clan. He was born on a warm planet, where their clan had taken over the land, and the last remaining shrimp was kept in captivity for food, as a slave, and as a tool for fun......

Then, there was the shrimp coming.

The clan's warships were destroyed, and many cans fell from the sky, along with many shrimps, and the raid destroyed the anti-orbital guns on the planet. Then Shrimp used countless artillery fires to baptize the entire planet up and down many times.

All the greenskins he knew were dead, and he was lucky to survive.

But then, he was captured.

Then I came here and was locked up in an underground research institute not far away, where I stayed for I don't know how many years.

He was dismantled, but the tenacious vitality of the greenskin allowed him to survive again and again after simple stitching; He was injected with various inexplicable liquids and used as an experimental specimen for various experiments......

But suddenly one day, everything stopped.

He was stuffed into a freezer, it was so cold that he quickly lost consciousness.

When he had a memory again, there were a few shrimp in tattered clothes that appeared in front of him. They had never seen a creature like himself, and when he regained his strength, he broke the glass coffin that held him and slaughtered all the shrimps.

But he forgot a lot of things, how to make cannons, how to make killing cans...... These are all things that have only recently come to mind.

Then, he walked out and ran into quite a few monsters. He fought the monsters, hunted them for food, and in the process, he bled as well.

In the place where he had bled in less than a year, some green plants began to grow, and Scrogomon, fart spirits, and other green-skinned boys began to grow gradually.

He is happy, he is not alone anymore, there is someone to fight with him and to fight with him.

He still remembered that among the new boys, there was one of the guys he was most optimistic about, called the Meat Ripper.

The kid lived up to his expectations and became the first boss.

Together, they gathered all the boys, and Gorgon, following the appearance of the former clan in his memory, established their tribe, and gave this tribe the same name as before, the Iron Tooth Clan.

During these years, the tribe grew in number and began to expand outwards until they came across a lot of dried shrimp.

He was very happy, and the fight with the shrimp was the most interesting.

Fighting and fighting, the tribe will become stronger and stronger. The boys fight, they die, and then the ones who survive become bigger and greener, and the dead grow more green skins...... Until they grow more and stronger, and then they can make the Rip Flesh unleash a huge 'waaagh', and the Irontooth Clan will take the entire planet by storm, making it exactly like the one he was born on.

More than a month ago, there was an even more powerful dried shrimp.

Instead of worrying, Gorgon was even more excited. In the midst of the fierce battle, the 'waaagh' force field became thicker and thicker, and the torn flesh became bigger and bigger, and he wandered in it, and remembered many techniques that he had forgotten before, recreated the killing can, the fear tin can, and even made a set of warlord armor for the torn meat.

Merely...... Why did something like the one that destroyed the Iron Tooth Clan fall from the sky?

Gurgon couldn't figure it out.

If only we could build a big ship flying outside the planet.

It was the last thought that crossed his mind.

And the last sound he heard was the roar of flesh-tearing.

Then his consciousness went dark.

……

Martins and Schneider looked solemn when they saw the torn meat.

At such a close distance, they could finally confirm that it was an orc warlord.

From their past combat experience, they clearly understood how strong this thing could be:

The average space soldier can't hold out three times in front of the orc general; To defeat him in heads-up, you need at least one company champion.

And at this moment, along with this orc warrior, there was also a sudden influx of green-skinned orcs, the number of which was uncountable for a while, but it was impossible to squeeze in all of them because the entrance was not spacious enough.

Martins and Schneider looked at each other, and what they saw in each other's eyes was not panic, but surprise.

Here's your chance!

I'm not afraid that this orc warrior will appear, as long as it appears, it will be a big opportunity!

Killing an orc warlord requires a company champion.

Isn't that a coincidence?

Company champions, here are two.

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This chapter is 7000!

6000 words tomorrow! That's it for this month!

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