I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 105 Isn't it obvious that melee combat is superior to ranged combat?

With a hungry roar, the mountain-sized dinosaur Skull, driven by its rider, nervously pawed at its massive feet, eager to charge into the killing field ahead. However, when the green-skinned boy riding on its back peered through the gaps in its rudimentary armor toward the main attack, his impulsive bloodlust cooled slightly.

Under the relentless barrage of crossfire from the players, the main assault route along the dune ridge was now piled high with green corpses. Broken limbs, twisted truck wrecks, and thick, sticky blood mingled together, forming a terrifying barrier of death. Subsequent troops even had to step over the bodies of their fallen comrades to advance.

"Hmm..." The young rider scratched his greasy scalp, feeling that charging straight through wasn't a good idea.

Thus, it slowly shifted its gaze from the crowded dune ridges to the higher dune tops.

It was empty, just clean sand, with a wide view, and it looked closer to the shrimp's territory! Once we climbed up, we could look down and smash through those little shrimp's territory!
The more the Oak boy thought about it, the more convinced he became that he was right. A spark of wisdom ignited in his simple mind, and a perfect plan took shape.

It patted Squig's thick neck triumphantly and loudly proclaimed, "I'm a real genius!"

Without hesitation, it kicked Sgug's side with the spikes on its heels while pulling on the reins, struggling to change the beast's direction. Sgug let out an impatient roar, but obeyed the command, breaking away from the main force advancing along the ridgeline, and began its heavy climb towards the top of the dune.

Its enormous feet sank deep into the sand, sending sand flying with every step, yet it still climbed upwards with unwavering determination.

Finally, its dinosaur Skug successfully crossed the highest point of the sand dune and stepped onto what it considered to be the "perfect position".

The shrimp-like positions below were clearly visible to it! Those tiny humans were busy in the trenches, completely unaware of the impending destruction!
The genius boy let out a triumphant laugh and was about to urge Squig on a devastating downhill charge to raze the shrimp's position to the ground when he and his mount became a huge, slow, and unshielded perfect target.

The next second, a storm of steel swept in. Dozens of heavy explosive shells and cannonballs precisely and effortlessly tore open the relatively soft belly of the dinosaur Skuug.

Before it could even utter a cry of agony, this biological weapon, which had just entered the scene, was torn in two at the waist amidst a carnage. Its upper body and the green creatures on its back fell to the ground due to inertia, sliding helplessly down the sand dune.

Below, on a heavy explosives position.

"What's wrong with this green-skinned guy?" The player controlling the weapon looked at the scope with a puzzled expression. "He's just making me focus fire on him because he's on the top of the dunes?"

"Who knows what the green-skinned guy is thinking?" the ammunition handler next to him said nonchalantly while changing ammunition boxes. "Never mind him, turn around quickly, the enemy is coming from the other side of the ridge!"

As the bodies of the vanguard were trampled into mincemeat by the following troops, the real tough nuts finally rose up.

"WAAAGH!"

A deafening roar echoed from the sand dune ridge. This time, it wasn't a chaotic mass of infantry, but a green wave of steel and brute force. The pig riders, mounted on their beloved steeds, launched a decisive charge. These steeds varied greatly in form: some were giant war pigs with bulging muscles and protruding tusks, while others were "Cyber ​​Pigs" that had undergone insane mechanical modifications, complete with exhaust pipes billowing black smoke and mechanical eyes flashing with electricity.

They howled and roared, like an unstoppable heavy cavalry, as they rolled toward the players' positions.

"Cavalry! It's cavalry! Focus fire!"

The players on the position reacted immediately, unleashing all their firepower on the charging force. Red laser beams swept across like a storm, grenades exploded in bursts of light among the pigs, and heavy bombs and automatic cannons immediately turned their barrels, blasting devastating ammunition at these new targets.

However, a horrifying scene unfolded.

These pig-riding lads are incredibly resilient. Laser beams only leave small charred marks on them; the blast wave from exploding grenades doesn't even slow them down.

Against those cunning cyber pigs, even a heavy bomb requires at least one direct hit to kill them. If it misses and hits the side, the shockwave is enough to shatter an ordinary person, only causing them to stagger before charging forward at an even faster speed. One pig-riding boy only staggered to the ground after being hit by at least twenty laser beams in succession. Meanwhile, its companions had already covered half the distance.

The players on the battlefield began to panic.

"Holy crap, it's indestructible! What kind of health bar is this?"

"I protest! This cavalry buff is way too overpowered!"

"Reload heavy weapons! Quick! They're charging!"

Just as the defensive line was about to collapse, a player suddenly roared and leaped out of the trench. He wasn't carrying a gun, only a standard-issue machete. To everyone's astonishment, he charged like a madman towards a giant war boar leading the charge.

The other players were stunned; this was practically suicide!

"boom!"

A dull, loud thud. The player's body was smashed into a mangled mess of flesh the instant it made contact with the war boar.

But at the same time, the machete he was holding tightly, under the enormous reaction force, pierced deeply and completely into the war pig's head like a nail, from the eye socket all the way to the hilt.

The charging war boar let out a short, mournful cry. Its brain destroyed, it instantly lost control of its body, its limbs went limp, and it tumbled to the ground. The green-skinned boy riding on its back was thrown far away, tracing an arc through the air before finally crashing to the ground with a "crack" at an odd angle, temporarily incapacitated.

The whole process was incredibly fast, but the result shocked everyone.

The company commander stationed at this position was stunned. He rubbed his eyes, his face full of disbelief. What the hell? A monster that dozens of laser guns couldn't kill was traded one-for-one with a broken machete?
But he was, after all, a seasoned veteran, and his mind worked incredibly fast. After the initial shock, he slapped his thigh, and a thought struck him like lightning.

This is Warhammer! In this damned world, courage and an iron will are more important than anything else! Isn't it only natural that Warhammer's melee combat is superior to its ranged combat?

"Damn it, let's go for it!" The company commander instantly realized, drew his chainsaw sword, raised it high, and the blade let out a piercing roar.

"Everyone! Heed my command!" His voice drowned out the explosions on the battlefield. "Brothers, draw your weapons! Fix bayonets! Get melee weapons! Counter-charge!"

The command, like a spark igniting a wildfire, instantly fueled the fighting spirit of all the players. The frustration of being unable to kill the enemy no matter how hard they fought, coupled with the fearless act of their brother, sent their adrenaline soaring.

"Fuck you!"

"For the Emperor!"

"WAAAGH!!!"

The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly shifted. Players threw away their laser guns and drew all sorts of melee weapons from their backs and waists—power swords shimmering with energy fields, buzzing chainsaw swords, heavy entrenching tools, and the most common bayonets.

"kill!!!"

With the company commander's order, hundreds of players roared and leaped out of the trenches like a flood bursting its banks, launching a desperate counter-charge against the charging pig riders!
(End of this chapter)