Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Below the bridge, more than ten thousand orc boys were roaring as they climbed upwards.

The suicide squad had set up three heavy machine guns with explosives. The muzzle flashes never stopped. Bullets rained down relentlessly.

When the firing mechanism of a heavy bomb machine gun became completely jammed after firing tens of thousands of rounds, the assassin simply kicked it away.

He reached into the air beside him. The static field activated, and a heavy, undamaged explosive machine gun, coated with gun oil, was pulled out and mounted on a sandbag to continue firing.

The orc corpses piled up into a ramp under the overpass. The following greenskins stepped over the corpses of their own kind, and were less than ten meters away from the position.

The two assassins lowered their weapons.

Their hands became phantoms, frantically probing into the static force field.

High-explosive grenades, molten metal bombs, and fragmentation grenades were continuously pulled out.

They don't need assassins to pull the safety pins, because when the system's arsenal is set to retrieve them, the countdown timer for these bombs is precisely locked at three seconds.

The suicide bombers hurled bombs, one after another, toward the corpses on the slope, like throwing stones.

The violent series of explosions cleared a death zone, an absolute vacuum, in front of the stronghold.

The high temperature of the molten metal bomb burned the pile of orc corpses along with the soil into hard, vitrified crystals, forcibly destroying the greenskins' climbing foothold.

Several combat units, relying on the defense of the centurion's heavy armor and the unlimited supply of ammunition, held their ground firmly.

The orcs' forces, numbering hundreds of times larger, amounted to nothing more than casualties before them, unable to advance an inch.

The combat soldiers who carried out raids and mopping-up operations on the edge of the battlefield made the most of this individual arsenal.

When they encountered a heavily armored enemy, they casually pulled out a single-soldier refraction shield to withstand the attack, and then pulled out a heavy plasma gun to get a headshot at point-blank range.

When encountering a dense horde of orcs, they would pull out a multi-barreled rapid-fire cannon to mow them down.

When they run out of ammunition, their weapons are damaged, or they simply feel that their weapons are not to their liking, they will not hesitate to discard the obsolete weapons and then pull out brand new killing tools from the static field.

The orc's WAAAGH! energy field got stuck in a logical deadlock while trying to understand this infinite firepower.

Their prized attrition tactics proved utterly ineffective against Lawson's elite assassins.

The color of the sky suddenly changed.

The clouds, which were originally shrouded in black smoke from the Dhaka jets, were forcibly torn apart by hundreds of high-speed plasma tail flames.

The remaining two thousand orc flying machines had been completely annihilated at high altitude.

Xiong Da's Flying Bear Motorcycle squadron ended its high-altitude dogfight and officially returned to support the main battlefield on the ground.

Three hundred anti-gravity heavy motorcycles swooped down at a steep angle.

The battlefield situation underwent a second qualitative change at this moment.

The Flying Bears carried out an extremely dangerous low-altitude raid.

Three hundred heavy motorcycles, hovering thirty meters above the ground, formed a wedge formation and cut into the rear of the orc army.

"Fire."

The twin rapid-fire machine guns mounted on both sides of the heavy motorcycle roared simultaneously.

This kind of high-ground, frantic firing is called "ground licking".

The hail of bullets carved three hundred straight furrows of flesh and blood through the dense formation of orcs.

The depleted uranium warhead easily pierced the orc's skull and torso, and even the greenskin hiding behind rough cover was torn apart along with the cover by the terrifying kinetic energy.

However, the greatest tactical value of the Flying Bear Motorcycles lies in their absolute advantage, which is unmatched by any other Imperial air unit.

Their ammunition compartments are directly connected to Agrippina's folded logistics hive.

As long as they remain suspended in the air, the firepower will never cease.

Xiong Da drove his pilot motorcycle over a phalanx of orc leaders who were preparing to charge.

The armor plating on the motorcycle's belly was not opened because there was no conventional bomb bay there.

The air beneath the chassis distorted.

More than a dozen cylindrical molten metal bombs and fragmentation cluster bombs fell directly from the void, hitting the center of the orc leader's formation with pinpoint accuracy.

The violent explosion sent up small mushroom clouds.

The ultra-high temperature jet and thousands of high-speed fragments instantly and completely wiped out that square formation.

Three hundred Flying Bear motorcycles transformed into tireless bombers.

They hovered and darted above the orc army.

The static force field continuously ejects massive amounts of conventional explosives from the void.

Incendiary bombs ignited the plains, and high-explosive bombs shattered the armor.

They do not need to return to resupply ammunition.

As long as the driver's nerves can withstand high-G maneuvers, bombs will rain down endlessly.

The ground defenses were bombarded by artillery fire, coupled with the Flying Bear formation's relentless aerial bombardment and the endless logistical support of the suicide infantry.

The orcish army's offensive was halted.

The momentum has stalled.

The green sea crashed to pieces in front of the Imperial positions and was then pushed back to the rear.

The situation on the battlefield began to reverse.

The number of orc casualties reached an astronomical level, enough to wipe out any race. Even the Greenskins, with their astonishing reproductive capacity, could not replenish their forces as quickly as the output of Lordson's assembly line slaughter.

The battle lasted twelve standard hours.

There is no intact soil left on the surface of Castis-VI.

Tens of millions of orc corpses piled up like mountains, their green blood flowing into rivers that gushed into the dried-up riverbed.

The roar in the air subsided, and the firing rate of ground artillery began to decrease as the number of densely packed orc targets within radar detection range had significantly decreased.

The Gothic-class heavy cruiser "Avenger," stretching eight kilometers in length, led fifty Sword-class and Firestorm-class frigates, precisely leaping out of the subspace and arriving at the near-Earth orbit outer void of the Castis-VI.

Upon receiving the distress signal, they sped across star sectors to provide assistance and finally arrived at the battlefield.

The fleet's void shields were fully activated, and the macro cannon array began to charge.

Lawson stared at the green celestial body covered in metal fangs in the holographic projection.

"For a long time, in this universe, it has been the green-skinned orcs who like to board our warships and defenses in their wrecked ships and meteorites."

"This time, it's our turn."

"We're going to board that fighting moon."

"Take this orcish planetary engine intact!"

The outer layer of the Orcish War Moon has been ravaged by the array of railguns.

The craters on the hologram flashed orange-red warnings, representing damage to the outer shell, partial collapse of the fortress, power outages in the turret complex, and explosions in the orc workshop.

But the true core area remains intact.

The core heat source is located deep inside the battle moon, resembling a constantly expanding green heart.

The swarm intelligence pinpointed the location of the orc warlord as the strongest heat source.

The green-skinned overlord who controls the battle moon, along with his most elite chief guard, remains in the internal command center.

If they were to launch boarding torpedoes now, the White Tiger and Red Dragon chapters would encounter fully armed Orc guards, Ancient Giants, Divine Boys, Mechanics' lines of defense, and layers of gates in the narrow compartment.

Orcs excel at close-quarters melee combat.

They will turn every corridor into a slaughterhouse of machetes, bombs, scrap metal machine guns, and piles of flesh.

Of course, we can fight in combat formations.

Lawson doesn't like to be forced to take things by force.

He wants to remove the highest threat targets from the defensive fortifications.

He brought up the surface tactical sand table of Castis-VI.

On the battlefield, the first wave of green tide has been shattered.

Tens of millions of orc corpses were piled up outside the hive city, green blood flowed along the craters, and flames and thick smoke obscured large areas of the plains.

But the Greenskins did not truly retreat; they regrouped further away, surrounding the surviving leaders, technicians, and killers, preparing to launch the next attack.

The casualty figures won't stop them.

Even the corpses scattered all over the ground couldn't scare them away.

On the contrary, blood, explosions, loud noises, and massive melee battlefields will only stimulate their fighting instincts.

For high-ranking orcs, the largest-scale melee is the strongest bait.

"Adjust the surface defense line."

Lawson issued tactical instructions to all ground nodes.

Thirty thousand Tier 5 Heavy Armored Bear Guards at the forefront began to contract their lines.

They removed the refractive field tower shield and retreated in alternating cover.

Bear 2, Bear 7, and Bear 9 each control one of the three retreat axes to ensure that the formation remains intact during the retreat.

One hundred thousand combat-ready soldiers retreated in unison.

The existing crossfire network was compressed inward by five kilometers.

On the ground, between the first wall of corpses and the second line of fire, a large open area suddenly appeared, filled with craters, severed limbs, scraps of iron, vitrified soil, and orc remains.

The orc army noticed the retreat of the Imperial defenses.

The green-skinned boys immediately erupted in wild howls of joy.

"Humans are cowards!"

"Charge! Smash them!"

"I want the biggest can!"

The orcs couldn't understand swarm tactics, nor did they realize it was a trap.