Warhammer in a box

Chapter 110 Krieger

Gotrek finally agreed to Gurman's proposal, but he felt that there was no need for Gurman to die.

Gurman summoned a warhorse and jumped up. He stretched out his hand and pulled Gaotrix onto the horse's back.

"Your horse is very special and smart, but it's a little uglier than the war horses of the elves."

The warhorse also understood what Gotrek said and actually wanted to throw Gotrek off.

"Hey, hey, hey! I was wrong! I thought I was wrong! Can this horse really understand what we are saying?"

Gotrek said, grabbing Gulman's waist.

"Yes, it is really smart, so Gotrek, you should be careful with your words."

Gurman and others were ready, while Otto and his mercenaries came to the front.

But he really had no confidence. Charge forward under artillery fire? The shells couldn't reach us?

Isn't this really just courting death? Nunn had secretly hidden a lot of his own artillery, so how could he not know the accuracy of those mortars?

Moreover, seeing the shells exploding in front of their eyes, is there anyone who can really charge forward without fear of death?

"Boss, you stay among us. If we charge, you should follow us. Don't get out of touch!"

Said Lady Isuka of Kisli.

Having experienced war, he knew that if he fell behind, no one would come back to rescue him, and saving him would only mean sacrificing another life.

"I...I'll try my best..."

Whether it is the dwarves or humans, it would be a lie if they said they were not nervous at the moment. The plan proposed by Gurman was too risky.

In the Gunnery Academy, Mudifar had already brought out all the necessary mortars, and even two firework cannons.

All the shooting angles had been adjusted based on Mudifar's precise calculations. He even held holy incense and chanted a prayer to appease the machine spirit for each cannon.

Mortars, artillery with high explosive range and low armor penetration, are suitable for the current situation.

Rats are mostly low-armor and no-armor units.

Gulman and his group were all wearing heavy armor, and at least their important parts were well protected.

In case of accidental injury, it will not cause too many casualties.

Now it depends on whether everyone’s psychological quality is up to par.

Zhang Heng also thought about this problem. If the artillery exploded at close range, how many people could withstand the psychological pressure?

He looked at the chess pieces beside him, which were prepared for this operation.

Zhang Heng picked up the 20 chess pieces and put them into the box.

He didn't even hide it this time.

He just put it in front of Otto, the businessman and the mercenary.

He just wants to show his miracles and make these villains who don't believe in him completely convert.

As the 20 humanoids began to extract the power of faith from Zhang Heng's body, the golden divine power began to forge the bodies of these chess pieces.

If the light emitted by the chess piece had not been full of holiness and even made people feel peaceful from the heart, Otto might have run away.

"Oh my god...what happened? A miracle? I saw a miracle with my own eyes?"

The scene before him stunned Otto, and it also made him realize that perhaps following these people from Terra could really help him and the Chamber of Commerce move to a higher level.

Not to mention him, even Gulmanborn and others from Terra had never seen how these aliens, who were called God's messengers or from the Emperor's Kingdom, came to this world just like the Astra Militarum.

But they were very familiar with this golden holy light. Zhang Heng's followers immediately knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly.

As they prayed, 20 people wearing gas masks and black and gray coats appeared in front of them.

After giving life to the chess pieces, Zhang Heng also sat down weakly. Creating creatures consumed some of his faith. If it weren't for the faith from the engineers, he might not have been able to gather enough faith for Krieg. Everyone looked at the soldiers who suddenly appeared in front of them and didn't even dare to breathe.

They exude the breath of death, not the deathly aura of the undead, but the feeling that life is worthless in their eyes.

Gas masks and coats covered every inch of their bodies, and the laser rifles on their backs were equipped with gleaming bayonets.

He also had a dagger and an engineer shovel on his waist.

In the eyes of the little man in the box, the aura that these people exude all the time is scary.

The people in front of him seemed to have no emotions. The only sound that could be heard at the scene was the sound of Krieg breathing through the poison mask.

"Are you... the Emperor's messengers?" Gurman asked.

"God's messenger? No... We are just redeemers. Captain Firth of the 88th Regiment of the 308th Army of Krieg, tell me the goal of the mission."

Firth's tone was very direct, as if he only had eyes for the mission given by the Emperor.

Then Gurman told him the mission objectives and plans of this trip. After hearing the plan, these soldiers from Krieg were not moved at all.

"Okay, when do we launch the charge?"

"Now."

"Soldiers, prepare for battle!" Under Firth's command, the 20 Krieg soldiers naturally took over the front position of the team from the mercenaries.

"You PDFs, follow us later."

"PDF?" This confused the mercenaries, but they still nodded.

In Fuss's eyes, these people wearing iron helmets, holding iron swords and wielding simple gunpowder weapons are the planetary defense force of this planet.

This time, they had simply come to an indigenous world to save it for the great Emperor.

Everyone is in position, including Mudifar at the Gunnery School.

And Gurman also rode his warhorse and Gotrek to the front.

Looking at the ratman position in front of him, Gulman no longer hesitated and rushed out with his horse's belly.

At this time, Chuanquilo was still feeling smug about the fact that he was about to dig a tunnel.

Soon all those arrogant humans inside will die because of his evil plan.

But in the silent night, the sound of horse hooves could be heard.

"Horseshoe? Is there someone?" Chuan Kui Luo knew that there must be other humans nearby, but he was not worried at all. After all, there were tens of thousands of ratmen here, protecting him in three layers inside and outside.

Want to rush in? Impossible, absolutely impossible.

But soon he was slapped in the face.

Gulman and Gotrek rode on pitch-black war horses, and after activating their skills they could only look like black ghosts.

The speed even scared Gotrek.

The strong wind blew his orange beard and hair into a mess, and he couldn't help but hug Gulman's waist tightly.

The ratmen on the outer defense didn't even have time to react before they saw a pitch-black warhorse running by, while the ratmen on the inner circle wanted to stop Gulman but were knocked away by the biochemical warhorse.

Even the Storm Rats can't be stopped.

The impact power of this sacred warhorse is evident.

Chuan Kui Luo was confused again. Why did things always go differently from what he planned?

Seeing the warhorse rushing towards him, he raised his hand and released dimensional stone lightning.

The speed of magic eventually surpassed that of the warhorse, but Gotrek jumped and slashed, and the artifact battle axe in his hand actually blocked the lightning directly.

(End of this chapter)