Warhammer: Starting with Industrial Revolution

With a series of deafening roars, the green-skinned assault team was the first to enter the firing range of the petrified lizard self-propelled artillery.

The high-explosive shells exploded in the middle of the charging green-skinned soldiers, instantly blasting huge holes in the green tide.

Hundreds of green-skinned soldiers were blown to bits in the flames, their shattered limbs and tank debris flying everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, the main guns of the Leman Rustank roared.

Armor-piercing shells precisely tore through the green-skinned tanks, while high-explosive shells exploded in the dense crowd, creating waves of blood mixed with mud and flesh.

The once unstoppable vanguard was instantly shattered by artillery fire.

But the green-skinned creatures had no concept of fear. When those in front fell, those behind immediately stepped on the corpses of their companions and continued charging forward.

They were moving extremely fast and getting closer and closer to the Imperial Army's positions.

"Infantry, all units! Open fire! Push these green-skinned monsters back!"

Garan's voice was clearly transmitted to the ears of every soldier through the communicator.

He stood atop the command vehicle, holding binoculars, his eyes fixed coldly on the battlefield, showing no sign of panic.

The next second, it seemed as if even the heavens and earth changed color.

Thirty thousand elite soldiers stationed at the dome base simultaneously pulled the trigger.

They were not equipped with the inferior weapons and outdated laser guns used by ordinary planetary defense forces, but with standard rifles from the Golden Age, which were even more powerful than the standard equipment of the Astronautical Army.

The dense barrage of bullets poured out like a steel storm, weaving an impenetrable net of death in front of the position.

This is a real meat grinder.

Any green-skinned creatures that charged forward were instantly torn to shreds, leaving not even a complete corpse behind.

Looking at the scene before him, Luo Ning couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gan3kai3, a complex emotion encompassing both emotion and feeling).

He still underestimated the fighting capacity of his own troops.

This was not a war of equal strength at all, but a one-sided massacre.

This scene reminded Ronin of the Normandy landings and Omaha Beach.

Two thousand two hundred old, weak, sick and disabled German soldiers, relying on their strong fortifications, held off more than thirty thousand Allied troops for several hours. It was a true meat grinder battlefield.

But what lies before me now is exactly the same.

But soon, the battle lines changed.

Suddenly, a large number of monsters, significantly larger than ordinary green-skinned creatures, emerged from the charging ranks.

They were covered in heavy armor pieced together from scrap metal and tires, making them faster and tougher.

Although Ronin's army already had strong firepower, it would take a long time to concentrate their firepower and kill them.

Luo Ning knew that this was the legendary Greenskin Boss.

Garan spotted them immediately and gave the order: "All heavy firepower units, prioritize attacking the greenskin leader!"

The troops' firepower shifted instantly, and countless bullets and shells rained down on those big guys.

The green-skinned leader at the very front was almost instantly overwhelmed by the powerful firepower and blasted into a cloud of blood mist.

However, the death of the leader also bought precious space for the other greens to advance.

The distance between the two battle lines was once again reduced to less than 500 meters.

At the same time, a large number of greens suddenly emerged from both sides of the mine, attempting to flank the Imperial Army's position.

Several tanks pieced together from scrap metal charged towards the infantry lines like madmen, braving intense fire.

Even more astonishing things were yet to come.

Countless rockets roared out from the depths of the mine. Although their range was insufficient to directly hit the Imperial Army's positions, they did not explode when they hit the ground.

The warhead of the rocket cracked open, and green-skinned bouncy boys emerged from it.

Although they were thrown about in all directions by the huge impact, they were still lively and energetic, waving their axes and charging towards the nearest soldier.

The infantrymen immediately turned their guns and quickly eliminated the jumping boys who had launched the attack.

However, the wreckage of those crashed rockets became natural cover for the subsequent Greenskin troops.

With the distance between the two sides less than 300 meters, the crudely made weapons in the hands of the green-skinned soldiers also entered their effective firing range.

Bullets whizzed over the soldiers' heads, and even with the armored vehicles providing cover, the first wave of casualties was inevitable.

Only then did the tank units finally manage to deal with the green armored vehicles flanking from both sides.

The main guns turned and opened fire on the charging greenskins.

With the bombardment of the front lines by tank cannons, the advance of the battle line finally showed signs of slowing down.

WAAAGH!!!

Just then, an even more ferocious and deafening battle roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the mine.

The roar pierced through all the gunfire and shouts, reaching clearly into everyone's ears.

The already frenzied greenskins seemed to have been injected with a powerful stimulant, howling even more fiercely, and their charging speed suddenly doubled.

A huge figure burst out of the mine.

He was nearly four meters tall, with massive muscles that bulged like granite, and he was covered in heavy armor pieced together from countless scrap metals. In one hand he gripped a heavy machine gun, and in the other he carried a power axe taller than a man.

They're the Greenskins' warlords!

He stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground, braving a hail of bullets, and charged straight toward the Imperial Army's command post.

Wherever he went, not a single bullet could stop him.

Luo Ning turned to look at Garan, but did not say anything.

He wanted to see how this commander, whom he had personally trained, would deal with an enemy of this caliber.

There was no trace of panic on Garland's face.

He quickly issued the order, and the originally orderly infantry line immediately began to move in an orderly manner.

The soldiers covered each other, forming square formations and leaving wide passages in the position.

All movements were precise and swift, without the slightest confusion.

The rigorous training of the past few months was on full display at this moment.

The war leader, braving the hail of artillery fire, charged ever closer.

He even dodged the petrified lizard's high-explosive shells thanks to his beast-like instincts.

They were less than a hundred meters from the Imperial Army's position.

Under his leadership, more and more greens charged to the front line, brandishing their weapons and engaging in close combat with the soldiers.

"Tank units, attack!" Garland swung his arm down sharply.

The Leman Rustank, which had been poised to go, started its engine and roared out along the path left by the infantry.

The tracks rolled over the ground, crushing all the green-skinned animals in their path into a bloody pulp.

Without pausing, they charged straight at the war leader who was at the forefront.

The war boss, seeing the steel behemoth charging towards him, was not afraid at all; instead, he roared excitedly.

He threw away the heavy machine gun in his hand, gripped the power axe tightly with both hands, and prepared to have a head-on confrontation with the tank.

"All tanks, stop! Aim your guns at the war boss, fire a volley!"

Garland's voice was cold and firm.

Eight tanks braked simultaneously, their cannons pointing directly at the war boss who was right in front of them.

"boom--!"

Eight armor-piercing rounds were fired simultaneously, all hitting the war boss's body at point-blank range.

Amidst the deafening explosion, the war boss, who had been roaring just moments before, was instantly blasted to pieces, leaving only his two thick legs standing forlornly in place.

"That's right, the only source of all fear is insufficient firepower."

Luo Ning looked at the green-skinned army that collapsed instantly and smiled with satisfaction.

Since we can't hit accurately from a distance, we should lure the enemy closer and destroy them completely with overwhelming firepower.

So what if you're the leader of a war? In the face of steel and cannon fire, you're nothing more than a pile of slightly more durable rotten flesh.

Without their leader, the greenskins instantly lost all fighting spirit.

They screamed and cried as they turned and fled toward the mine.

"All troops, pursue!" Garan immediately ordered. "Don't let a single one escape! Thoroughly clear the mine and eradicate all green spores!"

The tanks roared after them, and the infantry, rifles in hand, followed behind, beginning the final mopping-up operation.