Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Use the terrain of the abandoned ship to cut the large orc army into isolated small groups and annihilate them one by one.

The execution results were textbook-worthy.

The decoy squad led the pursuing orcs into a Y-shaped fork in the road. The swarm intelligence commanded the decoys to retreat in two directions at the fork, and the orcs instinctively split into two groups to pursue them.

Then the two groups of orcs crashed into the pre-set three-layered defensive line. On the second layer, Norber was hit in the head and knee joint by four bomb guns, and after falling to the ground, he was killed within twelve seconds by three Class A captains using power swords and chainsaws.

Three counterattacks resulted in the deaths of over sixty orc lads, three Norbers, and hundreds of farts. Our side suffered fewer than five casualties in total, all replenished with life points after the battles.

These victories sent a clear signal to the surrounding Greenskin tribes that there was a force to be reckoned with in the region.

In the same week, in the direction of the deep deck.

The long-range reconnaissance team that Lawson sent to the deep decks was tasked with exploring passages leading deeper into the wrecked ship and searching for possible aircraft debris. They encountered an accident near deck 148.

As the five members of Investigation Team C were advancing normally in a main passage about ten meters wide, the five signals in their communication system simultaneously disappeared.

Simultaneously.

From his base, Lawson used swarm intelligence to sense the last frame of the five signals before they disappeared.

For only a fraction of a second, an afterimage appeared: deep within the passage, a dark, tall, humanoid silhouette with features of power armor.

There are eight-pointed stars on the shoulder armor.

Chaos Space Marines.

Fizex's intelligence indicated that there were twenty or thirty Chaos Rebel Space Marines near Deck 160.

Deck 148 is only twelve decks vertically away from their known area of ​​activity.

Their patrol range extends further up than previous intelligence indicated.

The changing situation following the battle against the Deep Deck demons may have forced them to expand their vigilance range.

Lawson immediately ordered all reconnaissance units on the deep deck to retreat to a safe distance.

Lawson mentally marked the approximate location of the Chaos Warriors.

Then, the real trouble began.

The intelligence came from Little Wrench.

While repairing the multi-barreled rapid-fire cannon, Xiao Wrench maintained a continuous eavesdropping on the communications made by tapping on the mid-level walls of the wrecked ship.

Over the past few days, it has intercepted increasingly dense tapping signals, with frequency, rhythm, and encoding all pointing to the same source.

"Boss!"

Little Wrench's voice was so shrill it almost pierced the metal bulkhead: "Big news! Super big news! Bigger than that Iron Teeth guy's last one!"

"explain."

"The great warlord! Gorgar Skullbreaker! The biggest, greenest, and most powerful one on the entire wrecked ship! He's sent troops! In this direction! So many, so many, so many! Little Wrench is sick of listening to the walls! They're banging on the walls like crazy! They're shouting WAAAGH! They're shouting WAAAGH everywhere!"

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Chapter 62 If you can't beat them, drag everyone down with you.

Lawson was silent for two seconds.

Gorga Skull Crusher.

The supreme ruler of the three million green-skinned people on this wrecked spaceship.

The name was mentioned in Fizex's intelligence.

The Greenskins' tech gurus are trying to transform the entire wrecked ship into a "battle moon".

And standing at the top of this insane project is Gorga Skullbreaker.

He is not an ordinary orc war leader; he is a greenskin overlord with armored convoys and the Stormboys commando unit.

Its army was originally heading for the demons in the deep decks.

However, during the march, the Greenskins' military operations were never carried out according to the original plan.

Its subordinates will inevitably pass through the mid-deck area currently controlled by Lawson.

Once they discover an armed force in the area that is "neither orc, nor demon, nor cunning," the orcs' reaction is predictable.

"Fight Mao Zedong! New enemy! Let's take it down!"

If this were on an open deck, Lawson's three thousand men wouldn't have lasted even half a day against hundreds of thousands of green-skinned soldiers.

The difference in quantity is too great.

The orcs will surge in from all directions like a tide, engulfing everything.

But this is not the surface of a wrecked ship.

This is the interior of the wrecked ship.

Intricate passageways, narrow cabins, countless branching paths, ventilation ducts and deck mezzanines that could be used for ambushes.

Inside the wrecked ship, even the largest orc army could not deploy its formation.

They can only move along a limited passage, and in a passage that is three meters wide, no matter if you have three thousand or three hundred thousand orcs, at most two or three orc boys can pass through the passage at the same time.

Lawson stood at the command post of the forge outpost, looking at the strategic situation map automatically generated by swarm intelligence.

Hundreds of red arrows surged from the upper deck of the wrecked ship, like a giant net tightening around it.

The strategic situation map generated by swarm intelligence floated in Lawson's consciousness space.

That's not a static map. It's being updated every second based on real-time data transmitted back by the reconnaissance agents.

Hundreds of red arrows surged from the upper deck of the wrecked ship.

The leading arrow has advanced to a position less than 15 kilometers from the area controlled by Lawson.

Following the forward, the red arrow cascaded down like a surging river across twenty decks between deck 40 and deck 60.

"The vanguard force is about three to five thousand. The main force cannot be accurately assessed, with a lower limit of sixty thousand and an upper limit that is uncertain."

Sixty thousand is just the lower limit.

The little wrench on the other side was almost going crazy.

It lay on the wall, its body trembling violently.

"I can't stop."

"They're banging everywhere! WAAAGH! The whole wrecked ship is shouting WAAAGH."

Through the perspective of the remote reconnaissance assassins, Lawson "saw" for the first time the true face of the Gorga army's vanguard.

Thousands of orc boys advanced through the passage.

Like a mudslide.

What alarmed Lawson even more than the visual shock was the sensor data from No. 87: the laser gun's sights were exhibiting spontaneous, abnormal jumping, with the crosshairs shifting by 0.3 degrees at a frequency of about twice per second.

The Waaagh energy field is boiling. Even at the forefront, the concentration is already high enough to produce observable effects at the physical level.

Three thousand men fighting hundreds of thousands of orcs in a direct confrontation would be pure suicide.

But Lawson never intended to engage in direct combat.

"If you can't beat them, drag everyone down with you."

He recalled the intelligence markers accumulated from all previous reconnaissance operations in his mind.

The coordinates of the gene-stealer's lair.

The boundary line of the demon's activity area on the deep deck.

Chaos Space Marine Outpost.

These three forces each occupied different areas of the wrecked ship.

Now, all Lawson has to do is light the fuses of all these powder kegs and lure hundreds of thousands of orcs onto them.

The strategic deployment was completed at an astonishing speed with the aid of swarm intelligence.

All six outposts have been placed into a state of silence. All traces that could potentially reveal their locations have been erased. Outposts are the foundation; they cannot be exposed.

Two hundred elite soldiers were selected from the three thousand men and formed into four Fire Seed Squads, each with fifty men.

Fire Seed Team A, led by Captain A, direction: main route of the orc army. Mission: engage the enemy head-on, then lure them deeper into the enemy territory.

Team B, led by Captain A4, direction: Deep Deck demon activity area. Mission: Kill a small number of demons, trigger a pursuit reaction, and lure the demons towards the orcs.

Team C, led by Captain Jia Liu, direction: outer perimeter of the Genestealer's lair. Mission: Destroy the nest silk sensor network, enrage the chieftain, lure the purebloods out of the lair, and have them crash into the orc flank.

Fire Seed Team D, led by Jia Ba, direction: near Chaos Stronghold. Mission: Reconnoiter the layout of Chaos Stronghold and gather intelligence for subsequent operations.

The Meat Grinder Corridor was pre-planned, with more than thirty progressively deeper trap zones set up along the orc army's predicted route.

Even thirty traps combined couldn't stop tens of thousands of orcs.

Their purpose is not to block, but to make the orc bleed continuously during the pursuit.

The more blood is shed, the more excited the orcs become, and the higher their Waaagh energy rises. The higher the Waaagh energy, the more frenzied and unstoppable the orcs become.

Swarm intelligence provides a timeline, accurate to the minute, outlining the timing, location, and direction of ignition to bring four opposing forces together in the shortest possible time.

Lawson reviewed the timetable but made no changes.

"The Spark Squad is setting off."

Two hundred assassins silently saluted Lawson.

They turned and disappeared into the darkness of the passage.

Lawson sat at the command post of the forge stronghold.

The perspectives of the four Spark Squads unfold side-by-side in his swarm consciousness.

Four battlefronts, four scenarios, and four independent tactical simulations operating simultaneously.

"Countdown begins."

Fire Seed Team A. Orc Main Road. First to detonate.

Jia Yi led fifty elite soldiers in three rows in a main passage about six meters wide.