I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 103 The Thrower: "Emma, ​​I threw the wrong one!"

The red-eyed leader's roar was like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the frenzy of the entire Greenskin tribe.

Chaos was gone, replaced by a more terrifying, more pure collective will. Fear had been completely eradicated from their genes; every green-skinned boy's mind was occupied by the same thought—charge, tear apart, WAAAGH!

They reorganized their charge, roaring the battle cry that represented everything about their race, and strode forward, charging directly into the minefield of death.

"boom!"

One of the green-skinned soldiers charging at the front was blown to pieces by a landmine.

However, its companion behind it did not pause for a moment, nor did it even glance at the mangled remains. It continued charging forward, stepping directly on the warm corpse of its kin.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Landmines detonated one after another, each explosion sending several green-skinned creatures flying into the air. Shells continued to whistle down overhead, uprooting swathes of green-skinned creatures along with the sand beneath their feet. But this could not stop the green torrent. Ignoring the gruesome deaths of their kin around them, they trampled over the mangled, still-convulsing corpses, carving a path of flesh and blood through the minefield.

In the relatively safe regimental command post at the rear, [JK] saw everything clearly through high-powered binoculars. He slowly lowered the binoculars, the reflection of that bloody battlefield seemingly still lingering on the lens.

JK couldn't help but exclaim, "Now I understand why the Greenskins often manage to conquer a planet instead of being wiped out in the wild... It's astonishing. Are they even living beings?"

"Can it stop it?" Li Yongsi, who was standing next to him, asked.

“There’s a reason why cavalry mass charges were phased out by the Maxim machine gun during World War I,” JK replied, his tone regaining its usual calm and confidence. “If they just charge mindlessly like that, they’ll never get past my lines.”

He paused, his brow furrowing deeply: "...but I just saw something that makes me very uneasy."

The artillery fire never ceased; every second, tons of steel and flames were poured onto the green-skinned cavalry's path. Yet, this frenzied green tide still managed to force its way through that minefield of death.

In the darkness further away, two inconspicuous flashes of light disappeared in an instant. These were the forward reconnaissance posts that had been set up earlier. Unable to withstand the overwhelming tide of Orks, they resolutely detonated their explosives. However, the sound and light were completely unnoticed on the deafening main battlefield and quickly vanished into the cold night.

The greenskins quickly reached the dune ridge. Just as JK had predicted, their position was perfectly covered by the pre-set heavy logging gun's firing range. The crisscrossing nets of fire on both flanks instantly wove together a steel scythe of death, the heavy projectiles tearing through the air with a sickening roar.

No matter how many greenskins roared and charged up the dunes, they would be torn to shreds the moment they surfaced. Green flesh and broken armor splattered everywhere, and corpses piled up in layers on top of the dunes, only to be trampled underfoot by their comrades.

However, Redeye remained unfazed by this seemingly insurmountable steel barrier, a ferocious grin even appearing on his massive face. If the enemy truly believed the Greenskins were simply mindless chargeers, they would be sorely mistaken.

It suddenly raised its steel gauntlet and issued a loud command: "Feed the pigs and heal the animals, launch the trebuchet!" At the order, a group of green-skinned boys carrying various strange metal parts, under the direction of several professional technicians called "feed the pigs and heal the animals," hurriedly assembled the parts in their hands. They smashed with sledgehammers and tightened with wrenches, and with the ear-piercing sound of metal scraping, they quickly built several rudimentary machines that looked like medieval catapults behind the lines.

The pig farmers heaveled and chugged as they carried the swaying wooden crates onto the launch arm. At a command, the green-skinned operator used a machete to cut the rope made of some kind of giant, squiggly tendon. The launch arm sprang up, sending the crates hurtling through the air.

These launchers were extremely inaccurate, or rather, the Greenskins hadn't even bothered to aim. Most of the wooden crates traced ridiculous parabolic trajectories, landing far off on the deserted sand and shattering into pieces.

Unfortunately, by sheer coincidence, a wooden crate landed right in the center of a heavy logging position.

With a loud bang, the wooden crate, shattered from the violent fall, burst forth. Hundreds upon hundreds of winged Skughs, each the size of a bee, sprang out! They emitted a piercing buzz, revealing fine, needle-like fangs in their mouths, and like a black cloud, charged directly into the machine gun position.

"Holy crap! What is that?!"

Although many players realized something was wrong the moment the wooden crate fell and immediately moved their guns towards it, laser guns and automatic rifles obviously couldn't stop such a target.

The dense barrage of fire successfully shot down dozens in the air, but even more Skulls swarmed in. The players only had time to let out a scream or two before they were completely overwhelmed by the swarming Skulls and devoured into bloody skeletons within seconds.

The heavy logging gun, which had been roaring for so long, came to an abrupt halt. But the Sgugs weren't satisfied; after clearing this position, they immediately began to buzz and spread towards the other trenches.

"Flamethrower! Flamethrower!" The platoon leader stationed at this position roared at the top of his lungs as he saw a breach about to appear in the defensive line.

A promethium flamethrower soldier, who had been waiting in position, didn't hesitate. He strode to the breach and pulled the trigger. The viscous flames, like a fire dragon, instantly engulfed the entire trench section. Although the raging fire also incinerated more than a dozen players who hadn't had time to dodge, it at least cleared out the deadly flying Skulls in the shortest possible time.

From the moment it landed in Sgug to the moment it was destroyed by the flames, the entire process took less than two minutes.

However, the two-minute loss of heavy logging gun firepower was enough to affect many things. For example, hordes of greenskin orcs took the opportunity to successfully advance several dozen meters. And the greenskin's grenade throwers, using the corpses of their comrades as cover, finally entered throwing range.

They screeched and hurled their crude yet powerful grenades with all their might.

A dozen or so grenades, trailing arcs, struck the area that had just been cleansed by flames, some with precision and others with less. The violent explosions sent the silent heavy logging rifle and the players who had just jumped back into the trenches flying into the air.

—Although in the chaos, a dozen or so green-skinned grenade throwers exploded with their last words, "Emma, ​​I threw the wrong one," causing themselves and their companions to be sent to meet the second brother of the scoundrel ahead of time, overall, the players were slightly outmatched in this brief confrontation.

(End of this chapter)