I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 108 It's better not to have this kind of privilege.
After a passionate speech by their leader, Red Eyes, and a two-hour collective nap, the greens' stamina and WAAAGH energy were restored to their peak. Accompanied by a deafening roar, the green tide once again surged towards the players' positions.

However, when they reached the halfway point, they were shocked to find that the heavy weapon positions, which should have been dormant for a long time, were once again spewing deadly flames.

Heavy bombs rained down on the charging greenskins like hailstones, each explosion sending up a shower of flesh and metal fragments. Automatic cannons roared rhythmically, precisely tearing apart the largest of the greenskins.

Why?

Of course, this is because during the Greenskins' rest period, the players' logistics units had already driven transport vehicles to deliver mountains of ammunition boxes to the front lines. Weapons that had stopped working due to overheating or malfunctions had all been inspected and repaired by technicians, bringing them back to life. In fact, the fact that it took so long to deliver supplies was quite inefficient.

This time, the players on the front lines have learned their lesson.

Seeing the greens charging towards them under artillery fire, they didn't even bother to fire their guns. After all, rifle bullets had little effect on the tough-skinned green guys, so they might as well save their energy.

So, when the green-skinned army charged up the dune ridge, they were met by a group of players who were also yelling and eagerly rushing out of their trenches. Both sides abandoned all formalities and began a new round of passionate hack-and-slash.

Inside the regimental command post, JK remained calm.

He calmly tore open the packaging of an energy bar and began to eat it expressionlessly. After all, other players could instantly reset their fatigue and hunger levels by dying, but as the only one who couldn't die, he had to rely on eating to maintain his stamina and focus.

"This thing tastes like a shoe insole," JK complained between chews. "Is there any way I can be transformed into someone like you who doesn't need to eat?"

Li Yongsi, who was operating the communication equipment and listening to various channels, said without turning his head, "You should just keep chewing on your insoles."

To ensure JK's continued well-being, the logistical support provided him with a month's supply of fresh water and energy bars. Even more extravagantly, Li Yongsi specially built a private toilet with a simple recycling system for him next to the command post.

Come to think of it, this seems to be some kind of supreme privilege. On this brutal battlefield covered in yellow sand, only JK has a private space where he can relieve himself in peace.

"It's better not to have this kind of privilege..." JK muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" Li Yongsi turned his head in confusion.

“No, it’s nothing,” JK immediately denied, abruptly changing the subject. “Any news from Nest City?”

“I was just about to tell you,” Li Yongsi said. “Those two Astartes have already finished crushing the weaklings in the hive. They’re currently on their way here in a Valkyrie transport. The news from the hive is that we only need to hold out for another hour.”

“An hour…” JK looked at the battlefield outside the command post, which had once again descended into chaos, and shook his head helplessly. “Judging from this scene, I think these two hordes of [greens] could keep fighting each other for another month and still be full of energy.” As soon as JK finished speaking, the situation on the battlefield changed dramatically.

A deafening roar of engines suddenly erupted from behind the green-skinned vehicles, drowning out all the shouts of battle. Dozens of wildly designed, black-smoke-belching green motorcycles shot up the sand dunes like arrows, crashing violently into the crowd of players!
In an instant, chaos ensued, with countless players being sent flying into the air by the high-speed motorcycles.

These vehicles are completely different from the Pig Riders who rode the War Pigs before. They are just a bunch of junk forcibly glued together by the WAAAGH field, with a structure so simple and crude that it's outrageous.

Even if a player plunges their weapon deep into it, they can't stop it. And for a player who has been knocked away, regaining their balance in mid-air and accurately stabbing the wildly swaying green car in the driver's seat is an impossible task.

In just a moment, the players' melee lines were completely shattered by this sudden wave of motorcycle charges.

"Ugh!" JK, who had just stuffed the remaining energy bar into her mouth, widened her eyes and quickly swallowed it. "Quick! Get the heavy bombs and automatic cannons to fire!"

Even without JK's order, the heavy weapon operators on the position had already noticed this group of rampaging steel beasts.

The operators of the automatic cannons began to struggle to raise the muzzle, trying to aim it at the fast-moving targets. But these cumbersome anti-tank guns, designed to bombard heavily armored or clustered infantry, seemed slow and powerless against the Greenskins' wild vehicles.

The heavy bombs fared slightly better, spewing flames as they attempted to create a barrage in the path of the charging locomotives. However, the green-skinned riders were utterly erratic, wobbling and veering wildly, sometimes accelerating, sometimes swerving, always managing to dodge most of the shells at unbelievable angles. The few locomotives that were hit only produced a burst of sparks before continuing their mad charge, billowing even thicker black smoke.

As for the heavy logging positions, they were now completely deserted. The operators had already grabbed their entrenching tools and self-defense weapons and charged down the lines to join the frenzied hack-and-slashing as soon as the second round of hand-to-hand combat began.

In an instant, this motorcycle assault team, made up of scrap metal, moved as if it were no man's land, about to break through the players' chaotic defenses and crash directly into the first trench, which was almost unguarded!
This perilous situation actually calmed JK down.

He stopped yelling into the communicator and said to Li Yongsi beside him, "When these greens charge into the first position, you detonate the explosives."

That's right, a large number of remote-controlled explosives were also buried under the positions the players were defending.

This was the use JK came up with after racking his brains during halftime, watching truckloads of standard military explosives being delivered by the logistics troops. Since he didn't know what else these conventional explosives could do with tactical nuclear weapons, he decided to simply bury them under every position as a last resort.

Aside from this, JK couldn't think of any other use for these explosives. The regimental command post already had that incredibly powerful tactical nuclear weapon as their ultimate trump card; planting more explosives would just be icing on the cake. They couldn't very well bury a ring of explosives under his private toilet...

(End of this chapter)