I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 115 If the dosage of the medicine is increased any further, our soldiers simply won't survive that long.
Three hours ago, Zhongchao.

The air in the conference room seemed to have solidified into lead, so heavy that it was hard to breathe. The only sound was a faint, low hum coming from the ventilation ducts in the ceiling.

In the center of the room, a tactical holographic projector emitted a cold light, projecting a despairing reconnaissance image onto a cold metal table.

It was a boundless, churning, morbidly green ocean, composed of millions of greenskins and their crudely made war machines. Every pixel was teeming with savage violence and chaotic vitality, and this immense force, like a slow but unstoppable plague, was spreading toward the hive capital.

Ruan Wenbo stood beside the projector, his hands resting on the table. He glanced around at everyone at the conference table—each face was illuminated by the green light of the holographic projection, their expressions shifting between light and shadow, their expressions as solemn as iron.

He took a deep breath of the cold, metallic-smelling circulating air, finally breaking the deathly silence.

"Everyone," his voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, "you've all seen the photos taken by [Zobayan]. Now, tell me, how do we stop this endless green tide?"

The atmosphere grew increasingly heavy. Even though Ruan Wenbo's words contained a name that would normally elicit laughter, a name that was incredibly difficult to bear, no one could muster any joy at this moment. They couldn't even manage a slight twitch of their lips; it was as if the muscles in their faces had become stiff.

“Let’s convert all our current merits into armored forces,” a player in charge of logistics spoke first. He leaned forward, trying to analyze in the most rational tone, “Concentrate on using tanks, armored vehicles, and self-propelled artillery to increase frontal firepower density and kill the greens more efficiently. Can this achieve a positive cycle of merits?”

Before he could finish speaking, the other man immediately shook his head in disapproval, his voice filled with a deep sense of helplessness: "No way. If that's the case, the consumption of ammunition will be a bottomless pit, terrifying beyond imagination. Until our own industrial production capacity is sufficient to ensure ammunition self-sufficiency, we'll be lucky if the merits we earn can keep up with the ammunition consumption."

"Why don't we just fight them in melee?" one player couldn't help but say. "In the last battle, we held off those green-skinned guys for a long time by using melee combat!"

“We have a terrain advantage there,” another person shook his head in disagreement. “At least at this stage, we don’t have enough strength and Greenskins to fight a large-scale cold weapon war in the vast area outside the hive capital. What’s more…”

He paused, then emphasized, "We can't just assume that because we use melee weapons, the enemy won't use large-scale long-range firepower! Millions, tens of millions of greens—who can guarantee that they don't have a few 'steam colossi' or something like that?"

"Then... let the Space Marines and Paratroopers coordinate," someone else suggested a new plan, "to launch a high-mobility assault aboard Valkyries, strike at the heart of the enemy, and carry out a decapitation strike?"

“That’s wishful thinking,” the plan was immediately rejected. “First of all, we only have two Space Marines, and they’re new recruits. Can a warlord with millions of Orks really be dealt with by just two Space Marine recruits? I have serious doubts about that.”

“But these greenskins shouldn’t be completely unified yet, right?” The logistics officer pointed to several areas in the holographic image that were clearly attacking each other. “According to the photos, they are still fighting amongst themselves. This means that they are at least divided into several war tribes, and it’s not like hundreds of millions of greenskins are all clustered under one leader.”

"That will only make it harder!" a rebuttal immediately rang out. "If we assassinate one first, the other Greenskin war leaders will definitely make targeted arrangements immediately, making it very difficult to create a second one-on-one situation. Unless, a player has a forced one-on-one skill like Iron Man's Arena, or... simply brings a nuke to take the target down with them!"

“But even nuclear bombs have their drawbacks!” another person added. “We don’t have to worry about not finding the Greenskin leader when it comes to assassinating him, because they would never hide out of fear of being ambushed by ‘shrimp.’ In that case, his Greenskin underlings would overthrow this cowardly leader without us even lifting a finger. But if we use a nuclear bomb to self-destruct, it’s hard to say whether the other side will still show up openly. Greenskins are barbaric and cruel, but they are by no means stupid!”

One proposal after another was put forward, and one after another was rejected. Each proposal was like a stone thrown into the Dead Sea, causing only a tiny ripple before quickly sinking and disappearing without a trace.

"This won't work, that won't work!" Finally, someone couldn't take it anymore, slammed their hand on the table, and stood up. "Are we just supposed to cower in this damned hive and pray to the Emperor that those greens won't attack?!"

His question echoed in the conference room, but no one could answer. In the suffocating silence, a hand was suddenly raised.

It was the Assassins. He had been leaning back in his chair, almost invisible, but now he sat up straight and said with a hint of uncertainty, "Um... speaking of nuclear weapons, I suddenly thought of a way."

Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on him.

"How about we... send the Valkyries to carry high-yield nuclear bombs to bombard the Orks and annihilate them completely?

The suggestion was so simplistic and crude it seemed like something the Greenskins themselves had come up with. An officer subconsciously rubbed his temples, pondered for a moment, and then wearily shook his head: "I'm afraid that won't work. Greenskins are war creatures, their vitality is as tenacious as their desires. If we want to use nuclear bombs for carpet bombing to the point that they can't survive at all, then Peditia would probably become Krieg 2."

He smirked: "Our [Death Legion] can just change its name to the Death Legion."

These words quickly extinguished the glimmer of hope that had just been ignited.

"No, this method will work."

A voice suddenly rang out, cutting off the pervasive despair.

Everyone turned to look at the voice, and it was JK who was speaking. From the beginning of the meeting until now, he had been sitting quietly in the corner, as silent as a Buddha.

“However, our goal doesn’t need to be to cover and eliminate all the Greenskins,” he said slowly. “We just need to blast out an isolation zone. An area covered by high-intensity radiation, lying between them and the Hive. And this isolation zone doesn’t need to make the Greenskins completely unable to adapt; as long as it can continuously weaken them, it will be enough to give us a huge tactical advantage.”

The officer frowned. "What about our soldiers? How do we deal with nuclear radiation that could weaken even greens?"

JK answered quickly without the slightest hesitation: "Increase the dosage of the medication."

“Perhaps everyone’s remaining lifespan will be reduced by a few hours as a result, but what’s the problem?” He tilted his head slightly. “I think 24 hours of remaining lifespan is already a lot. With this shift, the Greenskins will be continuously weakened in the radiation zone, while our individual combat effectiveness will reach its peak under the effects of the drug. Maybe our soldiers will be stronger than them.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Assassins and the representatives of the military councils from various units brightened up with excitement. Most of the officers, however, were dumbfounded.

"Please remember, this is, after all, a game world. People can be resurrected, so nuclear weapons and medicines can naturally be used as conventional tactical means." He paused, then turned his gaze to Assassins. "I also want to thank Comrade Assassins; it was you who opened my eyes to new ideas."

"Uh..." Assassin was a little embarrassed by the sudden praise, and subconsciously scratched his head. "I only thought of it because I heard about the previous discussion..."

Meanwhile, Nguyen Van Bo, the supreme commander, picked up his personal communicator on the table and began dialing: "I'll immediately notify Redito and have him prepare. Expand the production line for the reagents... Also, develop a few more nuclear missiles."

(End of this chapter)