Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

Over time, the minerals were gradually mined out, leaving behind only solitary rock pillars. Each pillar was hundreds of meters apart from the others, and the mining trenches in between were thousands of meters deep. Without aircraft, it would be impossible to move them quickly.

The main transportation arteries of Ryan's 4th Column District are numerous elevators and wide, long bridges. Residential areas are built around the bridges and major transport roads, forming scattered clusters of areas.

Ryan's Fourth Pillar District had become a dead zone after repeated orc attacks, leaving only crude orc graffiti and foul-smelling excrement.

"So how do we set a trap for that orc leader? Put a bomb on a pillar and detonate it when he comes over?" Mi Yang asked Gu Jian after listening, wanting to understand his plan.

Koji shook his head. In his memory, the rock pillars in Ryan's fourth pillar area were ridiculously thick. Even if they had ten times more bombs, it wouldn't be enough to encircle a quarter of the thinnest pillar.

He pointed to a rock pillar connecting twenty-four long bridges. "This is a key transportation hub. If you want to move troops quickly, you can't ignore this place. I want to blow up these bridges and trap the Yatu troops here."

"Can we trap him to death?"

"I think it's unlikely. He should have quite a few talented young technicians under his command, and he certainly has the ability to repair bridges that have been destroyed. Trapping the Fangs to the rock pillars only temporarily hindered their mobility and prevented their armor from fully deploying."

"Hmm...so how exactly will it be carried out?"

"How do we carry it out?" Komi thought for a moment, then said quite frankly, "Of course, we'll lead all the orcs in together, and once Yato comes in, we'll blow up the entire bridge. It's like a desperate battle, a fight to the death."

Mi Yang was shocked by Gu Jian's reckless plan. She had thought that Gu Jian would have a better idea after eight days of thinking.

Gu Jian shook his finger to calm Mi Yang down. "Strategies are no longer important. The troops under our command are not the Conscription Corps or the Astral Army, but just some orcs and ghouls. It's worth it for them to die as many as they want. Why use strategies to reduce their casualties?"

Miyan blinked, clearly having forgotten that her soldiers weren't human. She said somewhat awkwardly, "What about the issue of victory? If we can kill the orc leader this time, the Empire's victory will be inevitable."

“That’s right, but that’s the best way to win.” Koji continued to explain, “Sergeant Miyan, we’re not the shrimp the orcs can talk about now. We are one of the orcs. If we really want to defeat the orcs in this way, we have to do it their way. When two tribes clash, only the most reckless and Waaagh orcs can survive. That’s the orcs’ way of thinking.”

“But we are not,” Mi Yang weakly retorted.

Komi curled her lip. "At least until the lie is exposed, we are beastmen."

Mi Yang sighed and cast a helpless glance at Gu Jian. "Since you've made your preparations, then we'll do as you say. If it weren't for your boldness, we would have died on the battlefield in front of that small warehouse long ago, instead of taking countless greenskin heads. Are you confident in defeating Ya Tu? He's the strongest in the entire orc race, and he's very likely as tall as Leman Rustank."

Koji stopped Mi Yang's wild thoughts with a calm smile. He put his hand on Mi Yang's shoulder and said quite seriously, "He is very strong, but there is no point in thinking about these things. He will not show mercy just because we are weak. We have no choice but to fight to the death. If we really die at the hands of the orcs, there is nothing to be afraid of. I believe that with these achievements, we can meet again at the Golden Throne."

“Hmm…” Mi Yang nodded, responding with an even more determined attitude.

Regardless of whether they live or die in the battle to come, they have fulfilled their duty as Imperial Warriors.

Ryan's fourth pillar area was pre-positioned by Komi, with bombs buried all over the steel bridge. As long as Komi gives the order, the farts will detonate the bridge.

Tooth and his heavily armored forces approached from the other end, causing the thick, solid rock pillars to tremble. The orcs' breathing gradually became heavy, a testament to their continued reverence for their leader, Tooth.

Komi stood atop the mineral transfer station, scanning the increasingly restless beastmen below. Now, it was these beastmen who looked down on the farts who were displaying unusual courage.

Although the clothes of fart bastards are different, they all have a common symbol: they all have a red patch on their bodies to prove that they are members of the fart bastards.

Chapter 27: A Speech to the Orcs (Happy New Year, xdm)

Not wanting the morale of the troops to fall into disarray, Gu Jian secretly ordered the Pi Jing to blow up all the bridges behind them. While the Pi Jing were preparing, he also picked up the microphone and shouted to the beastmen.

"Boys! We..." Gu Jian was a little dazed, feeling that his shout sounded far too orcish. He could only say that the environment certainly made it easy to practice one's language. "We've fought so many battles, plundered so much trash. But we still don't have any big carts to drive, all because that stingy leader, Toothless, has hoarded them all! Tell me, do you want to drive big carts? Do you want to crush someone's head with your tires?"

"Yes!" the orcs roared, shouting out their fear.

They turned to look at Komi above, and the first thing they noticed was his powerful armor and his narrow, sharp-toothed iron jaw.

The iron chin is a symbol of orc authority, and can only be seen on orc leaders and war chiefs. This thing can exaggerate the savage and terrifying side of orcs, but on Komi, it only brings him a dangerous sharpness.

It was like a sharp little knife hanging brightly in front of you, and then suddenly it had blood grooves and serrations.

“I’m not a stingy leader, I’m very generous,” Koji continued, feeling that he needed to stir up the orcs’ enthusiasm before the war began.

In fact, what he said wasn't a lie. Anyone who wasn't a new orc who had joined in the last few days knew that although Komi, the skinny leader, was a bit thin and strange, he was genuinely generous as an orc.

Big Tooth never kept any for himself, giving it all to the beastmen. The precious fungal wine was also unrestricted; as long as you had a big enough stomach and wouldn't be bloated to death by the fermenting wine, you could drink as much as you wanted.

Although they didn't spend much time together, many orcs had a very positive opinion of Komi.

This bastard is good at fighting and killing, and he's quite generous to us. It's just a pity he's a shrew and a bit too skinny. It would be even better if he were an orc!

Seeing the approval in the orc's eyes, Komi pressed on, "So in the upcoming battles, as long as you're brave enough to seize a wagon, no matter how many you seize, I won't take a single one; you can keep them all for yourselves!"

No sooner had they finished speaking than the bastards blew up the bridges behind them. It would have taken a lot of bombs to destroy these huge and sturdy bridges, so flames soared into the sky and the sound was like thunder.

A crimson fireball rose slowly behind Koga, making him seem even more awesome and exciting to the orcs.

For orcs, battles are like a carnival; as long as the atmosphere is right, even the most timid orc will dare to fire a couple of shots for fun.

The sound of the bridge exploding was like fireworks at the opening ceremony of a grand ceremony to them, and they were full of admiration for it. Then, at Komi's command, they turned around and charged toward the heavy armored troops of the leader of the Yatu.

What's that noise?

Sitting atop the battle fortress, the leader of the Toothbush was puzzled by the fireball rising in the distance. After pondering for a moment, he burst into laughter, which drew the attention of the guards beside him.

"Boss, what are you laughing at?"

With a smirk and his big teeth sticking out, he arrogantly said, "This battle has been won. I think this skinny boss is nothing but a coward. He was so scared when he saw me and my men coming to the rescue that he blew up the bridge."

"So that's how it is. This prickly fellow and the fart-spirited gang are both insidious cowards!" The guard spat a mouthful of disdainful phlegm onto the ground, clearly expressing his dissatisfaction with the prickly fellow's cowardly behavior.

However, he clearly forgot that Boss Ya Tu was a very particular person. As soon as he saw him spitting thick phlegm onto his carpet made of thousands of shrimp skins, he frowned and stared at him with unfriendly eyes.

Under such pressure, the orc guard broke out in a cold sweat and immediately knelt down, trying to wipe the green phlegm off the shrimp-skin blanket with his hands.

Unfortunately, he forgot that he was wearing armor covered in spikes, and the wiping caused a large tear in the shrimp-skin blanket.

Speechless at his subordinates' clumsiness, the leader of the Ya Tu gang covered his face and sighed, feeling both angry and amused. He then raised his hand and used the quadruple takka cannon mounted on his arm to end the guard's life.

The quick-witted little devil immediately grabbed the mop and bucket and started cleaning diligently, occasionally glancing sideways at the disgruntled boss, Ya Tu, thinking that if he suddenly got angry, he would drop the mop and bucket and run away for his life.

Because of the activities of the Red Cloak and his Farting Society, the Fartings' lives are becoming increasingly difficult. If they're not careful, they can be punched to death by an orc who's feeling frustrated.

"If that guy blows up the bridge, how are we supposed to get over there and smash him to pieces?" another orc guard asked. The leader of the Ya Tu chose to show his wisdom as the leader and patiently answered, "It's not like we can't repair the bridge even if they blow it up. We can just find some sheet metal, weld it together, and lay it down. It'll just take a little longer."

The orc guard nodded, admiring the cleverness of his leader, Toothbush. He imagined himself as the leader and how he would handle such a situation, but found that he had no ideas other than standing by the broken bridge and cursing the other side for being a coward.

With a smile typical of intelligent orcs, the leader of the Fang Tu tribe ordered his troops to advance at full speed. The faster they reached the broken bridge, the sooner they could begin repairs.

Realizing there would be no fighting to be had in the near future, the orcs let out a wail. They had abandoned the exciting frontal battles and followed their leader, Toothbush, to this remote place not for construction projects.

But out of respect for the leader of the Toothbrush, none of the orcs dared to voice their thoughts; they simply pressed their feet even deeper on the accelerator.

Several hours later, they arrived at an abandoned town. A main street ran through the center of the town, with haphazardly built, towering buildings standing neatly on both sides of the main road.

The orcs, having lost their vigilance and enthusiasm, exuded an aura of dejection, which even Komi, who was not an orc, could see.

"I didn't expect that such a move would confuse the enemy..." Komi pulled his head back and sighed to Mi Yang beside him.

Miyan drew a machete made by orcs and a loud-sounding clattering pistol, replying, "This is the Emperor's good fortune bestowed upon us; he expects you to deliver a great victory for him."

Your choice of words and sentence structure sounds like something out of a cult...

Komi almost blurted out that, but he patted Ishii's shoulder, and the honest, burly guy carried the signal tube, which had been modified from a rocket launcher, on his shoulder and fired a shot overhead.

The rocket, crafted by the fart-monger, moved erratically through the air, emitting a sharp sound that no one could ignore, before exploding with a deafening roar three seconds later.

The attack begins when the sound is heard and the fireball is seen.

The orcs who had been lying in ambush suddenly burst out of the town on both sides of the main street, shouting and yelling as they charged toward the heavily armored troops of the leader of the Tooth Thrust.

Chapter 28: You shouted with great force, and my music isn't bad either.

"A sneak attack?" The leader of the Toothbrush was extremely surprised by the orcish shrews that suddenly appeared on both sides of the group, which meant that his judgment of the weak Magan was wrong.

However, this did not anger the leader of the Toothbrush. As an orc, he was more enthusiastic about ending the lives of Magan and his orc boys as soon as possible.

He could tell at a glance that these guys who ambushed them were only good for their hot-bloodedness; their weapons were no match for his team's.

Instead of using a microphone, the leader of the Tooth Thrust stood directly by the railing of the battle fortress and roared at the noisy battlefield, "Waaagh!"

The leader's roar reverberated through the orcs' psionic network, amplifying their fighting spirit in a unique way. In an instant, the orcs under the leader of the Fangtu felt stronger and more powerful, while the orcs under Komi's command, whose steps had been firm, became somewhat scattered.

Orcs are a race that relies heavily on morale. When morale is high, their fighting power is truly formidable. Generally speaking, the morale of orcs is positively correlated with the leader's Waaagh level and the excitement of the battlefield.

When orcs fight each other, the excitement of the battlefield is already canceled out; only the wildness emanating from the leaders of the two groups can further enhance the orcs.

Komi felt that he, as a fake orc, could never create the same scale of fluctuations in the orcs' psionic network, but he had made preparations long ago.

I may not be able to do it myself, but the orcs will!

"Let's get the battlefield going!" Gu Jian shouted to the people behind him. Several strangely dressed orcs and fart spirits nodded and began to play instruments they had made from guns and weapons.

The orcs' music only followed their instinctive reactions, and these rock 'n' roll kids were shaking their heads so hard that the hairs that were biting their scalps, like Skull, were about to fall off.

Amidst the cacophony of noise, some melodies could still be discerned. Miyan, a soldier from the human empire's military camp, naturally felt disgusted by everything about the orcs, but Gu Jian thought that these orcs did indeed have a good talent for heavy metal rock music.

The noisy, sustained heavy metal rock music lasted much longer than the roar of the Toothbrush leader. The orcs became more and more addicted to it, adjusting the rhythm of their gunfire according to the tempo.

The crudely made bullets, which the orcs called iron pellets, were also infected. Where they could only scratch the iron armor of tanks and wagons, they could now create shallow craters.

While things were bustling outside, things were just as unsettled inside the tanks.

These vehicles, made by orcs from scrap metal or directly modified from Imperial armor, were filled with orcs and ghouls.

The operators of the big guns and cannons were orcs, while the ones who carried the shells and were responsible for the maintenance of the tank's internal structure were naturally ghouls.

Tank Boy kicked the Butt-Kid in the back with his stinky feet, yelling at him to hurry up and bring the shells up for him.

"Waaagh, time waits for no one, you little brat!"

Amidst the shouts and curses, the bastard carried the cannonball up. The orc didn't thank him; he simply loaded it quickly, fired it, and then asked him for the next cannonball.

The fart spirit simply couldn't stand the tank kid's humiliation of him. He fantasized about operating a cannon to blow the shrimps to smithereens and kicking the orc in the back to make him deliver cannonballs to him.

After five more shells were carried up, the maniac heard rhythmic metallic clanging sounds inside the roaring tank.

His eyes lit up; he realized this was a signal to launch a counterattack.

He reached into his ripped trousers, grabbed a handful, and pulled out a spherical spicy spore.

This stuff is both spicy and smelly; even the fiercest orc would be choked by it and spit out snot.

Big Foot kicked the fart-monger in the back again, followed by disdainful shouts and curses.

This fart-lover made up his mind, cracked open a pepper spore with his hand, threw it above his head, and shouted, "Long live fart-lover! Fart-lover deserves equality too! Waaagh!"

The power of the spicy spores was indeed extraordinary. The red powder filled the tank compartment, and all the orcs were choked by it, spitting out snot and tears. Let alone continuing to operate the big guns and cannons, even finding a way out became an almost impossible task.

This was not an isolated incident; every member of the crew who was involved in such an attack suffered from this internal conflict.

The armored forces were paralyzed for a time, and the firepower they could unleash against the orcs attacking from both sides was also greatly reduced.

The orcs, empowered by rock music, are incredibly fierce in melee combat. They howl as they hack at their armor with their great axes and pry open the gaps with their hands, as if they were fighting a tenacious lobster.