I am a green-skinned master

Otherwise, Cheng Mingrui would definitely wonder if the story he told Rambo was too exaggerated, causing this special forces boss to set too high a goal for himself.

"Okay, sir! I'll keep trying!"

Just after he finished communicating with Rambo, Cheng Mingrui's communicator rang. After answering it, he heard the sharp voice of the clever ghost.

"Boss, Xiami is here again!"

Ah? You dare to come? Cheng Mingrui was a little confused. Through interrogating the human soldiers, he knew that the human expedition was only 300,000 in size, and the first wave lost 100,000 people.

It is obvious that with such a huge gap in combat power, it is meaningless to continue fighting, so why are you still trying to give yourself up?

Cheng Mingrui himself has no interest in commanding anymore. Bullying weaklings will not make him stronger or bigger, it will only make him bored.

Coincidentally, Cheng Mingrui saw Rambo in front of him. Rambo was not big enough and still had a lot of room for growth. He could give him the experience that he could not get.

"Rambo, you see I'm a bit busy here. Giant Digger and King Kong need me. So, you come and command the guys to do the work. It doesn't matter if you don't have experience. Just let the guys do whatever they want."

Rambo pushed up his goggles, his eyes wide open, "Sir, I'm not the biggest, nor the strongest... I'm worried..."

"Don't worry!" Cheng Mingrui quickly interrupted Rambo's words, "You have to remember that among the greenskins, the boss is not necessarily the biggest one, but the waaaghst and the strongest one! Only when you think you can be the boss, can you become waaagh stronger!"

"What determines your upper limit is not your size, but your heart! The bigger your heart is, the bigger your stage is!"

Seeing Rambo's blood boiling after hearing what he said, Cheng Mingrui felt that his green-skinned trickery - mouth-to-mouth - had become more and more perfect.

After handing over the command of the boys to Rambo, Cheng Mingrui no longer cared. Rambo was a good special warfare boy leader, but not necessarily a good commander. But so what? He had so many boys in his hands, enough for Rambo to fight.

In space, the expedition fleet, which had been stranded in synchronous orbit for too long, finally decided to continue attacking the greenskins to limit their development, and then wait for support from Euronia III.

The message that Pex sent to Cornwall read: "Governor, whether you are the planetary governor of the Empire or my uncle, I apologize for my recklessness. The military operation of the expedition to Oronia IV can be said to have failed.

I overestimated myself and underestimated the greenskins. In just one battle, the greenskin monsters caused heavy losses to the expeditionary force. In order to be responsible for the lives of the expeditionary soldiers, I will not launch a large-scale landing again.

But fortunately, the green monsters' warships were shot down, and they have no ability to threaten the space fleet in synchronous orbit, so I plan to use our air superiority to continue to attack the green monsters on Euronia IV and limit their development. "

Chapter 51 Mousetrap

"If possible, I would like to get more military support. One million may not be enough to suppress the greenskins. A conservative estimate is that about two million will be needed."

At this point, Pecks stopped writing. He had no doubt how angry Cornwall would be when he saw the number two million, so he could only change the subject.

"I also understand that this number is unrealistic, so I only hope to get ammunition supplies. If there is enough ammunition, I can still reduce the number of green monsters as much as possible and buy time for the economic transformation of Euronia III and the recruitment of troops."

After sending the message, Pex looked out the window next to his desk and saw three transport ships lowering their orbits into the atmosphere of Oronia IV.

The number of landing personnel was not large, with only two thousand combatants. The only advantage was that it was equipped with a higher proportion of armored units, such as 50 Leman Russ tanks.

Use a higher armor rate to improve the combat effectiveness of the landing troops. After attracting enough attacks from green monsters, the landing troops begin to board the ship and retreat, while the fleet in space can use orbital bombing to reduce the number of green monsters.

Pex named this tactic "Mousetrap". The small-scale troops landing were the bait, the space bombing was the trap, and the green monster was the mouse.

The key points of the strategy are that the bait should attract mice as much as possible, and the timing of setting the trap should be right. Mice... mice seem to care the least, as long as they can fight, they are happy.

It was his first time using the mousetrap tactic, and Pecks was also very cautious. He chose a narrow valley as the landing site.

As expected, due to the rugged and remote terrain, it was very smooth for the 2,000 expeditionary forces to get off the transport ship and establish a preliminary defense base. They set up heavy weapons positions, artillery positions, and anti-tank trenches, ready to face a major battle at any time.

This series of defensive preparations took the expedition an entire afternoon. It was not until the sun set that an alarm sounded from the observation post high in the valley - the orcs were coming.

On the gray horizon, large pieces of dust were blown into the air, as if a sandstorm was coming from a distance.

It was the group of speedsters among the orcs. They were the fastest of all the orcs. Thousands of various vehicles painted red were speeding towards them.

The roar of the engine and the heavy metal music playing from the vehicle's speakers filled the entire wasteland. Although a telescope was needed to observe the distance, the soldiers on the observation post could also hear it.

The speeding gang was moving very fast. They were just on the horizon just now, but soon they were within engagement distance.

Under the guidance of the observation post, five petrified lizard self-propelled artillery pieces opened fire first. After calculating the speed of the racers, the self-propelled artillery pieces also had a good hit rate at extreme distances.

The large-caliber howitzer shells emitted a death scream and slammed heavily into the group of vehicles of the drag racers. Because they were too dense, one shot could often destroy several vehicles.

But such casualties could not scare the speed racers, and they couldn't even slow down. The orcs let out a war cry of waaagh while stepping on the accelerator to the bottom.

In order to resist the impact of the Orc racers, all Leman Russ tanks were placed in front of the defense line, with their guns lined up and aimed forward.

When the first row of Ork vehicles appeared within the tanks' firing range, fifty tanks roared at the same time, and a few seconds later, the armor-piercing shells fired by the Leman Russ killed a large number of Ork vehicles instantly.

A hit means destruction, not only because the Leman Russ tank guns are powerful, but more importantly because the Ork vehicles running in the front are a group of lunatics who gave up armor for speed.

The orc racers in the back didn't care about the fate of their companions in the front. They bypassed or crashed into the destroyed wreckage, moved forward as usual, and launched a counterattack.

The main feature of these Orc light vehicles is not only their high speed, but also their strong firepower. Almost every vehicle is equipped with a rocket launcher, a big daka, or a melta gun and a flamethrower.

At extreme distances, the hit rate of these orc weapons is indeed a bit unbearable to watch, but as long as you fire more, you will always hit the target.

All kinds of orc projectiles rained down on the valley. From the valley entrance to the sides and then to the inside of the valley, almost every area was covered by fire.

The situation that the human expeditionary force encountered at the Forward Base was repeated in the valley. The orcs' fighting style was like this, the old routine, but because of their large numbers and great power, they could conquer the world with one unique trick.

The continuous bombing by the orcs in the sky did not cause much casualties, but the equipment loss was staggering. The fortifications that took an afternoon to build were almost completely destroyed.

Without equipment advantage, how to resist the attacks of orcs?

The commander of the "bait" immediately applied for retreat to avoid heavy casualties after the orcs broke through, which would have made it impossible to retreat.

"No? Why not! Isn't it the plan to lure the orcs out?"

"..." After hearing the command from the headquarters, the 'bait' commander fell silent.

"Okay, I'll obey orders. If I die in battle, I hope the government can help me take good care of my family..."

Just as the 'Bait' commander was ready to die in battle, a large number of Orc motorcycles and other fast vehicles had already rushed into the valley. These Orcs riding motorcycles did not care whether they would be killed by laser rifles, smashed by automatic cannons, or blown into pieces by Leman Russ.

They only care about super high speed and excitement, and blasting the enemies into pieces while the high-pitched heavy metal music plays.

These motorcycles were basically blown to pieces within a few seconds under the defensive firepower of the human expeditionary force, but they also used bombs, guns and flamethrowers to disrupt the human defense line.

In this situation, any command is meaningless. A large number of chopping guys will be thrown in by the transport trucks from behind, and then the orc truck tanks will lead the way, and the base in the valley will fall.

When the human expeditionary soldiers in the 'bait' can no longer hold on and their morale is about to collapse.

A red beam of light dropped from the sky, smashing into the group of vehicles of the green-skinned racing gang from the entrance of the valley, and then moved straight out of the valley, creating a straight death passage.

All the orc vehicles that entered the valley entrance were burned to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

The orcs' racing gang stopped. It's true that the orcs are passionate, but they are not fools. They will not rush headfirst into death.

"Command to 'Bait', your mission is complete and you may retreat."

The mousetrap tactic was successful for the first time. Pex eliminated thousands of orcs, including hundreds of their strange vehicles, at the cost of only three hundred casualties.

Chapter 52 Genetic Virus

Unfortunately, I don't have the Zerg under my command. If I use the Zerg, with this exchange ratio, the greenskins will no longer be a problem for the Zerg will, Pex thought.

On the Guardian, all human expeditionary forces believed that the Mousetrap Plan had been a great success, as the morale blow caused by the huge losses in the first landing battle was gradually recovering and morale was also improving.

Everyone became optimistic. It turned out that the orcs looked ferocious, but they were still wild beasts after all. Although wild beasts were fierce and hurt people, hunters could still kill them with clever traps as long as they used the right means.

After the battle, Pex came to the docking area again and bandaged and treated the soldiers just like last time.

The parking area has been repaired, but one can still see from some distorted areas how much damage the violent explosion caused here. Some places remind people of the orcs who suddenly appeared last time and the dangerous assassination.

Some of the survivors of the last explosion were unwilling to get close to this place due to psychological problems. As the galaxy commander, Pex was treating the wounded here at the risk of being assassinated again. In the hearts of all the expeditionary forces, this commander was worthy of admiration and loyalty.

The purpose of Pex taking such a risk was indeed to win the love of the soldiers. It was not a big risk at all. The Kashejin soldiers were patrolling at a high intensity with their servant skulls. If those invisible orcs dared to come, they would never come back.

"Soldier, don't be nervous, relax. You won't be in so much pain later, and you will feel reborn when you wake up." After the injection, Pex comforted the excited soldier.

Expanding the cult is also Pex's main purpose. He needs a larger cult to light up brighter psychic beacons to guide the Leviathan swarm fleet.

The Tyranid swarm has been undergoing targeted evolution, and the first generation of genetic virus penetration effect is very good, but it also has a disadvantage, that is, the infected recipient's body will undergo major mutations, which is not conducive to long-term latency and penetration.

In order to solve this problem, the new generation of genetic viruses is much milder and has a slower mutation effect on the parasite. The host can freely choose to mutate rapidly in order to enhance combat effectiveness, or to slow down the impact of the mutation in order to better hide.

The host infected by the new generation of genetic virus cannot be detected unless a whole-body genetic test is conducted. This is why Pex insisted on taking samples himself before. As long as the samples are not from critical parts, he is no different from ordinary humans.

The busy treatment lasted for a day. Pex wiped the sweat from his forehead and responded to the admiring looks from the soldiers around him with a warm smile.

These people will be his descendants and his team in the future, a force completely controlled by him, all for the Zerg, all for the Great Devourer.

After the mousetrap tactic was proven to be effective, Pex continued to use similar tactics to lure and kill the green-skinned orcs over the next month, and each time he achieved success.

In the battle reports sent back to Oronia III by the expeditionary force, the number of enemy killed was exaggerated to millions.

Everyone in the expeditionary force is now extremely optimistic. They feel that as long as they continue like this, the orcs on Oronia IV will sooner or later be wiped out by humans.

They did not think carefully about why, after killing so many orcs, Pex still did not launch another large-scale landing to attack the orcs' underground fortress.

Pex's thinking was the clearest. The speed at which he eliminated the greenskins was definitely not as fast as those that grew underground. As long as the mushroom fields could not be effectively destroyed, the number of greenskin monsters would be basically endless.

He just didn't say it out loud in order to gain military merit and expand the cult.

In the underground, Rambo was scolding his orc bosses.

"You've been fooled by shrimps for so long! Are you still going to disobey orders and launch attacks at will? Don't you see how many shrimps you have killed and how many guys you have lost in your attacks?"

A group of tall bosses were scolded by Rambo, their faces turned blue, and they looked down at Rambo with some dissatisfaction. Such a short guy dared to scold us! If it weren't for the face of the slippery boss!

"The guys are dead, so what? There are guys everywhere in the underground mushroom cave anyway. They are just fighting each other out of boredom. If we don't hurry up and kill them every time a shrimp appears, the fun will be taken away by other guys."

Said one of the tallest orc bosses, and his words were quickly recognized by all the orc bosses, and they all nodded.

In the orcs' minds, having a fight is a great thing, and if you don't join in quickly, it will be snatched away by others.

This is also a feature of war with orcs. When the orcs are attacked at the beginning, they will be unable to fight back and will be caught off guard.

Then, as more orcs knew there was a good fight to be had, more orcs would gather, like sharks smelling blood. Then the battle would become more and more difficult, until the attackers were overwhelmed by the endless, increasingly fierce orc boys.

"There's no point in having fun this way! We orcs are here to fight and win wars, not to be played around like stupid snot monsters in war!" Rambo sneered at the orc boss's words.

"What are you looking at! Who do you say is Snotlout?!" The orc leader was unhappy, and his red eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Whoever agrees is a snotty person!" Rambo retorted angrily, unwilling to be outdone.

"You ***" the orc leader cursed out a long string of orc swear words, then raised his fist and hit Rambo in the face.

The angry orc boss no longer cared whether Rambo was the commander designated by the slippery boss. He just wanted to blow the short man's head off.

The orc boss was strong, but Rambo was more agile. The orc boss dodged his first straight punch, and the second and third punches also missed by a hair's breadth.

The orc boss, whose blood pressure was high, burst out with even greater strength and speed. The punch was not dodged, but was blocked by Ramborg.

Rambo felt pain in his arm. His strength was not as good as that of the orc boss, but the gap was not insurmountable.

He is Rambo, his stage is in the broader starry sky. Tiny tin cans of shrimp will be afraid of him, sensitive bean sprouts will be afraid of him, and even ribs made of metal will be horrified by what he does!

Rambo can't fall here!

The power in the genes was erupting, and Rambo's body seemed to be wrapped in green light.

With amazing reaction speed, Rambo grabbed the orc boss's fist with his backhand and cut off his arm.

He kicked the orc boss's calf and broke it, then threw him over his shoulder, sending the orc boss, who was half a body taller than him, crashing heavily to the ground.

Chapter 53 Shocking Change

When the orc boss and Rambo started fighting, none of the surrounding bosses tried to stop the fight. They even made room for them and surrounded the two orcs to watch the fun.

Internal fighting is also one of the orcs' traditions.

As expected, the big orc boss beating Rambo did not happen.

On the contrary, the big orc was the one who was beaten. He was thrown straight to the ground, and his head smashed a big hole in the floor. He fainted and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

Now no one cared about this stupid and rough guy. The leaders of this group of unruly orcs lowered their heads to show their fear and obedience.

Rambo didn't know how he did it, but he killed the boss who was much stronger than him in seconds. Maybe the sly boss was right, as long as his heart was big, the stage would be big enough!

At this moment, Rambo firmly believes that he is the orc legend who inherited the name Rambo, and he will continue the legendary story of this name.

A few more days passed.

As usual, the human expeditionary force began a new mousetrap tactic.

This time they chose a location on a high slope, where the field of vision and firepower could cover everything around well, making it easier to retreat.

As usual, after landing, the human expeditionary force began to build fortifications. Although these fortifications would eventually be destroyed, they could greatly reduce their own casualties. The expeditionary force built more and more fortifications.

Normally, the expeditionary force only had a few hours, and the orcs would launch their attack just as the sun was about to set, sometimes earlier, sometimes later, but never more than a day later.

This time the situation seemed...different. The sun went from setting to rising and then setting again. Everything was calm below the high slope. In the dead wasteland there was nothing but sand and storms, not a single sign of life.