Warhammer in a box

Chapter 298 Wild Racer

Belegar ran into the mine. He had to cherish the precious time his ancestors had bought for him. Listening to the sound of fighting coming from behind, Belegar did not even turn his head.

"Quick! Start the troop carriers and tanks!!"

Belegar said to the team of dwarf warriors who were on guard.

These modified Leman Russ and Chimera had run out of ammunition earlier than individual weapons and were now lying quietly in their nests.

"Chief! We are running low on fuel. We can only start half of the engine if we gather all the fuel together!"

The dwarf warrior said to Belegar in embarrassment.

"Half?" Listening to the words of his people, Belegar knew what this sentence meant. It meant that if they squeezed a little, one-third of the people might not be able to get on the bus. And in this wasteland, facing orcs whose number was ten or even dozens of times their own, these dwarves had almost no chance of escaping.

But even so, Belegar could only grit his teeth and make this painful decision.

“Go do it”

"It's the clan leader!"

Belegar picked up the communicator on his body.

"Dumtamo, I need you to bring your warriors to buy at least 15 minutes for our people."

On the other end of the communicator, a dwarf lord at the city gate was silent for a few seconds and then began to summon the nearest dwarf warriors around him. Listening to the lord's words, these nearly two hundred dwarf warriors knew what they were going to face next, but no one was afraid.

They looked at the orcs who had begun to slowly climb up the city gate and the city wall, and a look of determination appeared on their faces.

"Dwarf warriors are fearless! Fellow warriors, for Clan Angrand!!"

The war cry sounded, and the two hundred dwarves began to replace some of the dwarf warriors on the city gates and walls. Now they no longer paid attention to saving their own energy, and they used all their strength in every attack in order to buy these 15 minutes with the number of two hundred people.

This battle was destined to be a protracted one, and the consumption of physical strength must be of paramount importance. The physical strength consumed by multiple and continuous swings is terrifying. If you can't hold the weapon in your hand, it almost means your death.

The dwarf craftsmen acted quickly, and all the remaining fuel was concentrated in the troop carriers. These precious tanks were also abandoned because the troop carriers could carry more people.

The craftsmen also completely destroyed all the operating systems and instruments inside to ensure that they would not become weapons of the orcs. The medieval orcs did not have the ability of 40k and could not repair these war machines. At most, they could only treat them as iron shells.

The craftsman started the engine and drove outside. One by one, the replaced dwarf warriors boarded the troop carrier as quickly as possible. As many dwarf warriors as possible were crammed into the carriage, and those who could not get in could only climb on the roof and hold on to the edge of the Chimaera tightly.

The Chimera, which could normally only fit a dozen human warriors, was now packed with about thirty dwarf warriors on the roof of the car. Even the driver's cab was crammed with two people. Driving safety and comfort were thrown out of the window at this moment. The only thing they could do was to save as many as possible.

The sound of dozens of Chimeras starting at the same time was extremely loud. The orcs stared with their big eyes in the direction where the sound came from, only to see a torrent of steel rushing out of the mine.

The wheels ruthlessly rolled over the orcs along the way and drove them out directly from the city gate, leaving behind a large number of greenskins who were crushed but not completely killed.

Ironhide had already defeated two of the three ancestral spirits surrounding him, leaving only Rune struggling. Looking at the troop carriers driving past him, Ironhide's not-so-bright brain knew that this was a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

The driver of a troop carrier saw his ancestor being attacked, and on impulse he rammed the troop carrier directly into the iron sheet.

"Cowardly fellows! How dare you deceive the waaaghest Ironhide!"

Ironhide was also in a state of extreme rage at this time, and he swung the divine weapon, the Axe, directly at the wheels of the troop carrier.

With a sharp friction sound, the magic attack carried by the Axe of Extermination directly cut through the armor of the Chimera, and the wheels flew out directly. At this time, the extremely fast speed directly caused the Chimera to overturn. You can say that Ironhide's brain is not working well, but you can never say that his fighting skills are not good.

At this time, Belegar was sitting in the front troop carrier. He also saw the scene of the troop carrier overturning. He was heartbroken, as this meant that more than twenty tribesmen would have to stay there forever.

Fortunately, their actions were unexpected enough and the orcs were not prepared at all. This round of charge killed more orcs than they had killed since the start of the battle.

The orcs were too dense, and the car body was covered with the green skins' blood.

Some goblin and orc archers also suffered a crushing morale shock.

Ironhide looked at the convoy in the distance and could only vent his anger on the remaining dwarves who were left behind.

The orc war pig boys and goblin wolf riders in the orc army also began to chase the receding convoy, and the wyverns in the sky also followed.

At this time in the badlands, there were only people chasing and fleeing. Belegar did not dare to stop the convoy. Perhaps they were able to kill the pursuers behind them, but they might be entangled.

Belegar, who was sitting in the carriage, was silent. He thought that with Terra's help, he could retake the Eight Peaks Mountain and wash away the shame for his clan. However, he became stronger this time, but the number of orcs he faced was several times more than before.

Recalling that before leaving, Bourne asked him if he needed help, but he refused.
But now that things have come to this, we can only reduce the losses as much as possible and wait for the arrival of subsequent reinforcements.

Beilejia punched the wall of the car heavily, and the dwarf warriors in the car were also startled.

"Chief! Where are we going now?!"

"How much fuel does the convoy have now?"

"It can last for two hours at most."

"Two hours?" It was impossible for the fuel to meet up with the reinforcements at this moment. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind.

The underground passages of Eight Peaks Mountain are interconnected, and can be said to be one of the largest underground networks of the dwarves. Originally, the underground was occupied by ratmen, and it was almost impossible to enter Eight Peaks Mountain from underground. But now the ratmen are in chaos, and they may have a chance to use these underground networks again!

As the former master of Eight Peaks Mountain, Belegar certainly knew some secret passages.

He immediately ordered his people to head towards a secret underground exit in his mind.

After receiving the order, the driver immediately stepped on the accelerator to the maximum. Without saving fuel, four legs could not outrun four wheels.

Having successfully shaken off the pursuers, the convoy managed to reach the target location before the fuel was about to run out.

The dwarves got off the car tiredly. The previous defeat and the sacrifice of their people still took a toll on their morale.

The entrance to this secret underground passage was opened on a huge rock wall. Vines and weeds had already covered it. Belegar cleared the weeds based on his memory, and finally, with the efforts of the dwarves, he found the stone wall with the dwarven runes painted on it.

The rune blacksmith communicated with the magic runes on the rock wall, and with the sound of huge rocks rubbing against each other, a huge hole large enough for a troop carrier to enter appeared in front of the dwarf.

"Ancestors! Fortunately this place has not been destroyed!"

Belegar immediately ordered everyone to enter the cave. When the last dwarf entered, the rock moved again to cover the entrance.

(End of this chapter)