Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 203 Warlord
Another transport ship arrived at the fortress, this time carrying a large number of servitors and engineering equipment.

Under the command of Dantioch, the soldiers of the Fourth Legion began to build according to the defense plan issued by the Lord of Steel.

The fortress is only the most basic and core part of the future defense plan. It will be transformed by the Fourth Legion to be suitable for expansion.

Qin Xia and Angron walked on the defensive wall that faced the greenskins' most fierce attack.

The Space Marines of the XII Legion and some Nuceria troops brought by Angron, together with the warriors of the XVIII Legion, held the defensive wall.

"Where is Kleist?" Qin Xia looked around, expecting to see Kleist, who was commanding the regular army, but did not see the female general.

“She and some of her men are fighting elsewhere in the sector,” Angron said. “It’s not just this planet that needs support.”

Qin Xia nodded silently.

The Nuceria soldiers quickly saluted when they saw the two gods passing by, and then continued to focus on the battle.

Below the defensive wall is a massive number of greenskins who maintain a never-tiring offensive, which is even becoming more fierce. This seems to be because the fact that the famous greenskin butcher is in the fortress has been discovered and spread.

The Space Marines of the XII Legion were as brave as ever. Although they were not good at defensive battles, this kind of battle was nothing more than holding on to the defensive wall and shooting, which was not difficult.

And the Nucerias performed as well as ever.

The mortal soldiers, wearing bulletproof armor and helmets, communicated on the communication channel.

Each combat team was deployed to the appropriate place by their generals and then held their position. Only two situations would cause them to leave the battle.

The first situation is that the orders conveyed clearly require soldiers to evacuate or relocate.

The second situation is to fight until every last one dies.

Some greenskins broke through the dense firepower blockade and found ways to climb up the defensive wall.

The soldiers immediately surrounded them. The warriors who were responsible for close combat raised their shields and held sticks that could release high-voltage electric currents, gradually forcing the greenskins to gather together.

Then two soldiers came running from the side, deployed the heavy machine guns and fired rapidly.

The heavy machine gun with a caliber of nearly 20 mm quickly mowed down the greenskins that rushed up the defensive wall.

Soldiers of the Eighteenth Legion came from other parts of the defensive wall, holding flamethrowers to burn the greenskins and burning wherever the greenskins stepped.

After dealing with the greenskins that rushed up the defensive wall, the mortal soldiers returned to their previous combat positions and continued to fire at the greenskins under the defensive wall.

What Qin Xia and Angron saw was a highly formulaic way of fighting.

Any green-skinned guy is much stronger than the bodybuilding champion on Nuceria, but facing such an opponent, the mortal soldiers of Nuceria are not afraid at all, and even look forward to fighting such an opponent.

Beneath the appearance of formulaic combat methods and seamless combat coordination, hidden is the pleasure of killing powerful alien enemies like the greenskins and the desire for battle.

“Perturabo must like them very much,” Angron suddenly sighed. “Only those who have undergone genetic modification can meet his high standards.”

"It would be great if you could change your home planet when you and him were in the amniotic fluid chamber." Qin Xia nodded.

Angron thought about it and felt that it was indeed true if the personalities matched.

The Nucerias are warlike and bloodthirsty, lack compassion, and have a fanatical pursuit of discipline and high organization, which is brought to them by their genes.

To Perturabo, there was only one thing on Nuceria that was not good, and that was the High Knights who monopolized and wasted ancient relics.

“These regular armies performed amazingly well in combat,” Angron recalled of Brown’s investigations of the mortal soldiers. “They would only become ineffective and collapse if they died in excess of ninety percent.”

"For the remaining 10%, I asked them to require at least one person in each combat team to retreat after the others die, and take back the remains and suicide notes of the others."

"They can easily get carried away in battle. They want to trade their lives, die together... But they are not like the greenskins who just charge forward. Some tactics seem to exist in their genes. They know how to fight better, just like they know that discipline is extremely important."

Angron paused, then continued, "A natural born warrior. Ten thousand years ago, this was left behind by an evil corporation that genetically modified its employees."

"So how do you plan to use it?" Qin Xia asked, "Regarding the role these conventional armies will play in future wars, the responsibilities they will assume, the organizational and tactical forms, and so on."

Angron had also been thinking about this question, and he had been thinking about it since he led the Devourer rebels out of Nuceria.

"They should be equipped with a large number of armored vehicles and various heavy artillery."

"As for the form of combat, it is positional warfare."

"I think these guys could perform just as well as the Space Marines in a large-scale war."

Angron's plans were all a rehash of the same old ones. He had been planning this for a long time, but he had only now come up with a complete plan.

Qin Xia agreed as always.

What Angron wanted to create was a primitive version of the Astra Militarum.

Ten thousand years later in Qin Xia's memory, when the era of the Primarchs ended and the Space Marine Legions were broken up into individual chapters, it was the Astra Militarum that took on the responsibility of defending the Empire.

The Astra Militarum is undoubtedly the main force in fighting the enemy.

“Lord of the Twelve Legions!” Dantioch ran to the defensive wall and saluted Angron. “The defenders on this defensive wall need to advance about 30 kilometers in the direction of the enemy attack. This is the most critical expansion section.”

“Understood.” Angron nodded.

Dantioch bowed again and turned to leave.

Angron began to mobilize the Legionaries.

Since most members of the 12th Legion were also responsible for cleaning up the green worm vehicles, Angron did not want to dispatch too many soldiers to fight with him.

Angron believed that dispatching ten nearby companies, as well as the Blood Drinker Guards, plus the existing troops on this defensive wall would be enough to achieve the goal of opening up one kilometer in the Green Sea.

As the Primarch's orders were gradually conveyed, the action began.

The fleet that had been aiding the defense with orbital bombardment began to concentrate its bombardment of the land outside the fortress's frontal defensive walls.

Angron led the guards and stood with Qin Xia in front of the main gate under the defensive wall.

The other warriors followed behind them.

The main gate slowly opened. Orbital bombardment cleared a large area, but these areas were soon filled with greenskins.

“Forward!” Angron raised his chainsaw axe.

Everyone walked out of the main gate and engaged in battle with the greenskins who were rushing towards them.

The Blood Drinker Guards stood guard around Angron. The gladiators not only performed the guard's duty to protect the Primarch, but could also conduct attacks, which they were best at.

The gladiators cooperated closely, just like they did when they fought in the Eldar flagship. Each of them was like a part of a killing machine, fitting together.

The cries of the slaughtered enemies and the sound of weapons cutting flesh formed the roar of the killing machine.

The greenskins came sweeping in like waves, but the guards easily blocked them and continued to kill and advance.

The Space Marines are scattered among the mortal soldiers, forming the middle and tail of the team. While the entire team continues to move forward, a small number of people will stay behind to consolidate the land that has been opened up.

The whole team was like a piece of dough, being gradually stretched.

From time to time the gunboats swooped down to bomb the enemy.

Crimson beams of light, representing orbital bombardments, occasionally lit up at the very edge of vision.

In the fortress, the artillery units of the Fourth Legion provided continuous fire support.

Qin Xia stood beside Angron, occasionally releasing psychic spells to assist in the battle, but he did not use ancient relics, nor did he summon the God Titan to join the battle.

Because the situation in front of me is a little weird.

The weapons and equipment of the greenskins did not look very good, and the killing weapons such as the Gork and war vehicles that had been seen in previous battles did not appear.

There are only two explanations for this situation. One is that the greenskin tribe attacking the fortress at this time was not a powerful tribe. The other is that the greenskin commander did so intentionally.

In any case, the current situation is far from the point where it needs to be resolved by ancient relics and Titans.

With everything going well for the vanguard, the engineering troops began to leave the fortress, setting up simple positions and firing points wherever the troops passed. More Nuceria soldiers poured out of the fortress and began to attack on both sides along the pioneering route.

Perturabo stood on the defensive wall and observed the battle. His eyes were briefly attracted by those mortals who dared to fight the green-skinned boys with bayonets.

And in the distance, there was also a pair of eyes watching.

"WAAA..."

The green-skinned boss who ran towards Qin Xia was grabbed by the head, and after a brief struggle, his entire upper body was torn off.

Qin Xia, wearing power armor, threw the boss's body out and killed to the right.

The greenskins were attracted by the butcher and followed the flow.

After Qin Xia entered a Gobi Desert, the number of greenskins besieging him, the butcher, suddenly decreased a lot.

During the killing, Qin Xia found that the weapons and equipment of the greenskins he killed were gradually becoming more sophisticated. He became more convinced that he had done the right thing, so he chopped and fought even harder.

"Butcher!"

A roar that echoed throughout the Gobi Desert reached Qin Xia's ears.

This roar seemed to press the stop switch for the greenskins around. All the greenskins, whether they were young or big, retreated and made way for a wide and flat area.

Qin Xia was searching for the source of the sound when suddenly his ability to predict the future was briefly activated. The next second he quickly moved back several meters.

A huge black shadow fell from the sky, and the impact force generated by its landing alone caused sand and rocks to fly around near the landing point.

In the flying sand and gravel, Qin Xia saw a sturdy orc about five meters tall, holding two swords and staring at him fiercely.

This is a warlord.

Qin Xia realized.

The greenskin in front of you is a powerful greenskin raised by poisonous insects in this super big WAAAGH star. Maybe it was once just an ordinary general, or a boss, but it is now the master of all the greenskins on the entire planet.

The wAAAGHest and most powerful greenskin.

"The orc warlord showed up here." Qin Xia said to Angron through the communication channel.

Angron, who was fighting, looked towards Qin Xia's position. Since the two of them had just fought in different directions, they were now about one kilometer apart. In the Primarch's field of vision, there were only endless greenskins, and Qin Xia's figure could not be seen.

"I'll be there right away!" Angron immediately wanted Qin Xia to open a portal.

But Qin Xia just informed Angron and did not want him to intervene, because if the battle between the greenskin butcher and the warlord could be won alone, even if only the warlord was injured, it would still have strategic value in the war against the greenskins.

"Let the fleet prepare for orbital bombing to prevent any unexpected events." Qin Xia said and closed the communication.

The warlord did not immediately begin to challenge his beloved opponent, but instead slowly paced in circles in the space vacated by the other greenskins.

Qin Xia also paced slowly.

The man and the beast were looking for each other's flaws.

Qin Xia quickly thought of three countermeasures: the best, the middle and the worst.

The best strategy is to kill the warlord in close combat.

The middle strategy is to use psychic power to kill the warlord.

The worst option is to retreat gracefully, then watch as orbital bombardment descends upon the warlord and kills him.

Having made up his mind, Qin Xia raised his battle axe and stepped forward. When the green-skinned boys took the initiative to attack the warlord amid their cheers, the warlord came forward to fight with two swords in hand.

Both sides deliberately tested each other, and they fought hand-to-hand again and again. Sparks flew, and they almost figured out each other's capabilities, and then they quickly retreated at the same time.

However, the warlord swung his sword quickly as he retreated, attacking at a tricky angle.

The blade scratched across the breastplate, leaving a deep scratch, and the warlord swung the weapon with such force that Qin Xia was knocked back several meters.

(End of this chapter)