I am a green-skinned master

While the great battle was going on on Euronia IV, Iron Claw was not idle on III either. He quietly developed in the rainforest, building his own fortress, greenskin military factory, and digging for minerals to equip the boy.

Occasionally, he would take the orc boys and fart spirits to rob human cities, train stations and other places with plenty of loot. The orc boys were responsible for fighting, while the fart spirits were responsible for looting.

He is accumulating strength bit by bit.

Chuck arrogantly thought that he could completely suppress the orcs, compress the activity area of ​​these barbarians into a controllable range, and then shrink it little by little until he destroyed them.

On the surface, Chuck did have some contributions. He trained more planetary guards, rescued cities attacked by greenskins several times, and destroyed a large number of greenskin monsters.

Coupled with Cornwall's strong support and media coverage, every victory of Chuck would be praised and lauded with exaggeration.

This gave Chuck the illusion that he was a hero, the defender of the planet, and a green-skinned killer.

However, the truth is that the greenskin troops that were destroyed were deliberately left behind by Iron Claw as a cover for looting and transporting the spoils.

Losing a kid? Iron Claw didn't care about the lost kid at all. There were kids everywhere in the rain forest, and no amount of incendiary bombs could burn them all.

After enduring for so long, Iron Claw felt that the equipment and numbers of his greenskins were sufficient, and he could start a waaagh that would excite him.

Chapter 64: Prelude to the War

Suddenly, in the southern hemisphere of Oronia III, more than half of the human cities on the entire continent were calling for help.

The message for help was exactly the same, being attacked by green-skinned monsters who were continuous and endless like a tide.

Capello is Euronia III, the political capital of the Southern Hemisphere, and a military city with strong defenses and industrial capabilities. The Southern Hemisphere Guard Command is naturally established here.

Inside the headquarters, Chuck was completely panicked and became at a loss under the massive calls for help.

"It doesn't make sense... How can there be so many greenskins? The entire defense force has been working almost non-stop to clear them out... Why are there still so many..."

"General, the Governor requests to speak to you!" The communicator's words awakened Chuck who was in a confused state.

"Hurry...quickly bring it in!"

Soon, Cornwall's serious face appeared on the communication terminal.

"General Chuck, I think you need to explain the current situation! I gave you everything I could, soldiers, equipment, publicity, funds, etc...."

Cornwall's tone became even more severe. "How did you report to me? Was it the news of the killing of innocent civilians? Or the attacked cities and vehicles? Or were they the green-skinned beasts that suddenly appeared!"

"I...I...please listen to my explanation, Your Excellency Governor, there must be something wrong..." Chuck stuttered, not knowing where to start to explain.

"I don't want to hear your explanation anymore. I will still support you as before, but you must hold the front as long as possible and prevent the greenskins from crossing the equator to the prosperous and densely populated northern hemisphere."

"If you can't do it..." Cornwall's voice turned cold, "You will be the first general I execute in the war against the greenskins."

After that, Cornwall hung up the phone. Naturally, Cornwall didn't trust Chuck, he just hoped that Chuck could hold on longer until Pex came back.

In Cornwall's heart, Pecks, his nephew-in-law, is not only his own man, but also the commander with the most command experience.

On a hilltop in a rainforest, the tall Iron Claw was surrounded by a group of big guys, as well as several very tall, strong and clever fart spirits.

Iron Claw used his claws to draw a map on the ground, using simple orc heads to represent his own troops and the guards' helmets to represent the enemy. He also used a lot of symbols because of the different equipment.

For example, if the guards have high armor, draw a square, if they have cannons, draw a circle, and if they have aircraft support, draw a triangle.

While drawing, Tiezhua explained to his men and issued combat deployments.

"You guys, take your guys and launch attacks from this line and that line. You can deal with the small cities along the way as you like. But I require you to gather in front of this city and occupy it."

After saying that, Iron Claw smashed his fist on the target city.

"But... Boss, there is a large army of Xiami behind this city. They have big trucks and big bombs. What if they come to help?" A boss who was given the order asked.

"Coward!" Another boss slapped him on the head. "If they dare to come, we will kill them."

Hearing his subordinate's question, the murderous intent in Tiezhua's eyes disappeared. He looked at the boss who clapped his hands and said, "That's right. If any shrimp come, kill them. These routes are left to you to command. Use your brain before fighting."

After the pre-war meeting, most of the bosses left with the tasks assigned by Iron Claw, only the fart spirit Gold Fang stayed.

At this time, the fart spirit Goldfang has grown very big, and he is accompanied by a red, big and ferocious Squig, who is his mount, friend and companion.

With the help of this Squig, many greenskin bosses could not defeat Goldfang and were willing to obey Goldfang's orders. In the entire greenskin tribe, besides Iron Claw, Goldfang has the highest prestige.

"Boss, what is your real plan?" Jin Ya looked up at Tie Claw and gave a sinister smile.

"Humph, you cunning thing, I really couldn't hide it from you." Tiezhua also laughed, but his laugh was very cruel.

"It's no fun to kill them bit by bit. We have been preparing for so long, we must have a big fight. My boss just needs a head worth sticking in his back."

Iron Claw shook the huge rack on his back, which was a cultural tradition of the orcs. Usually these rough racks were a symbol of the boss's strength, and were hung with the orc boss's trophies.

Sometimes it's a human head, or an Eldar hat, or a Space Marine helmet, and the legendary Bonebreaker has a huge demon skull on its back.

"Oh, I understand, Boss Iron Claw, you want to kill Xiami's boss." Jin Ya showed an expression of discovery.

"So, the attack routes just now were all baits?"

"Well, yes. As long as they can mobilize the shrimps, I can lead the good guys through the gap in the defense line and kill the shrimps' boss." After saying that, Iron Claw's claws unclenched and unclenched uneasily, as if he was looking forward to it very much.

"So you left my sneaky guy and those fart spirits to help you create a gap in your defense?" Jin Ya said thoughtfully.

"Yes, Gold Fang, you are too smart and cunning. If this succeeds, I promise you will get to pick the spoils first."

"Deal, Boss Ironclaw. My sneaky boys and farts won't let you down."

After communicating with Iron Claw, Gold Fang jumped onto his Squig and ran down the hillside. In the rainforest, many Fart Elves riding Squigs also caught up and followed Gold Fang away.

Chuck knew nothing about Iron Claw's arrangement, and after being warned by Cornwall, he became very nervous and even more paranoid.

He was furious in the command center, and every order was issued in the form of curses.

After analysis by the staff and intelligence from reconnaissance aircraft, the General Staff concluded that the greenskins' main attack direction was those right-wing cities in the southern hemisphere. Judging from various photos and videos, this analysis was very correct.

As for the cities on the left wing of the mainland, although they were also attacked, the intensity of the fighting was not high. As long as appropriate reinforcements are sent and some militia are trained, they should be able to be defended.

What's more, the rainforest is on the right wing. After fighting for so long, the General Staff can conclude that the greenskins' lair is in the rainforest. It's just because the terrain is complex and the area is vast and difficult to attack, so they have never sent troops deep into the rainforest to eliminate the greenskins.

The left wing is close to the coastline, and most of the land is hilly and plain, with little vegetation. The greenskins who attacked the cities on the left wing must have lost their way after leaving the rainforest, so their numbers are small and they are not large-scale.

Chapter 65 Pioneer City

The intelligence was so clear, and the greenskins' behavior was indeed chaotic, disorderly, and barbaric, so there was no possibility of conspiracy at all.

Chuck has a total force of 600,000, including ten armored divisions with strong combat effectiveness, about 100,000 people, fully equipped with Leman Russ tanks, Chimera armored vehicles, and petrified lizard self-propelled artillery.

But, there is no Emperor's Baneblade super-heavy tank.

The others are all infantry divisions, with only some heavy firepower carried by infantry, as well as automatic cannons, anti-aircraft machine guns and other barrage firepower, and a full range of anti-armor weapons.

Therefore, the overall characteristic of the infantry division of the defense army is that it can fight defensive battles by relying on terrain and trenches, but if it takes the initiative to attack, its breakthrough ability is far inferior to that of the armored division.

Six hundred thousand troops are far from enough to hold the Southern Hemisphere, as the permanent population here is as high as 500 million. Fortunately, Governor Cornwall signed a decree several months ago to expand the military and prepare for war.

The decree distributed a large number of light weapons to young and strong civilians and established grassroots militia organizations, with a recorded size of 20 million on paper, basically distributed in various cities.

However, compared with the regular army... the combat effectiveness of the militia remains to be tested...

In order to save face and make up for his failure, Chuck asked the staff to develop a more radical combat plan. He was not satisfied with passive defense in the city.

He wanted to attack, but he could only wash away his stain by annihilating the main force of the greenskins on a large scale and leaving the corpses of greenskin beasts all over the ground.

Coincidentally, satellite images showed that on the right wing, more than a million greenskins rushed out of the rainforest. They were divided into several attack directions, in a chaotic manner.

Some small towns and villages are absolutely unable to withstand a green tide of this scale.

Because the greenskins' attack was so sudden, many human towns living outside big cities did not have time to evacuate and were massacred by the greenskins.

Panic quickly spread, and in order to survive, mortals did everything possible to flee to big cities. Soon, a large number of fleeing refugees surrounded the big cities.

On the attack route of the orc wave, there is an unavoidable large city that is troubled by the refugee problem - Pioneer City, one of the first cities built by human colonists.

"Don't crowd! Don't violently attack the cordon!" On the main traffic arteries leading into the city, countless refugees were crowded together. Armed militiamen built three cordon lines with fences and trucks to prevent the refugees from rushing into the city.

"Please let us in... Please, those green monsters are behind us, they killed so many people, please save us."

The refugees begged outside the cordon, trying to arouse the militia's mercy to let them enter the city and obtain asylum.

"No! Pioneer City is building fortifications to resist the attacks of the orcs. Letting you in will cause chaos. What if the orcs take the opportunity to attack the city? If Pioneer City is breached, what will happen to the five million residents inside?"

The militia leader refused righteously. His words reflected the opinions of all the militiamen present. They were the residents of Pioneer City and they were organized to protect the city.

This is their home, where their loved ones are, and it is worth sacrificing their lives to protect.

Although the refugees were pitiful and aroused the militiamen's sympathy, compared with their own relatives, it was not enough for them to take risks.

"Orcs are coming!!" A terrified scream came from a distance.

The scream seemed like a shot fired in the Torii Forest, startling all the flocks of birds. So were the refugees. They lost their minds and unconsciously rushed towards the cordon in order to survive.

"Back off! Back off! We're going to shoot!" the militia leader ordered loudly.

However, words could not stop the refugees who were already dominated by fear. They continued to charge at the cordon, and some even climbed over it and ran into the city.

"Captain...what should we do..." The other militiamen asked the captain nervously.

"Shoot! Disperse the refugees and clear the shooting range, otherwise the orcs will rush in during the chaos and everything will be over!" The militia captain gritted his teeth and gave the order.

The militiamen raised their guns and pulled the triggers of their gunpowder weapons at the refugees in front of them. People hit by bullets kept screaming, and soon the entrance to the city was covered with blood and corpses.

In order to survive, the refugees had no choice but to flee in other directions. After one third of them were killed or injured, they were dispersed.

Looking at the corpses and blood in front of him, the militia captain felt a little bit reluctant. The weapons in their hands should be used to fight against orcs, not to kill their own people.

Soon, he will be glad for his decisive decision.

Screams were heard again from the dispersed group of refugees, and some people even exploded, with blood and flesh splattered all over the ground.

Terrible noises and loud gunshots were heard from a distance, and a large, almost broken-down motorcycle came speeding over, carrying two orcs.

One orc was driving the car, and another orc was holding a double-barreled gun full of ammunition and continuously shooting at the refugees. There was also a fart spirit in the back seat loading bullets for the orc.

The caliber of the orcs' firearms is too exaggerated. Even if a person's body is just touched, it will leave a wound as big as a bowl. If it hits the body, it will be directly broken into two.

Soon, the orc motorcycles caused nearly a hundred casualties. But soon, the orcs seemed to have no interest in slaughtering ordinary people, and stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards the militia.

As an entrance to the Pioneer City, even though the defending force was just a newly formed militia, a lot of firepower was deployed, including heavy machine guns, howitzers, and bunkers.

After seeing the orc motorcycle rushing towards them, without any orders from the militia captain, all firepower was immediately opened at the speeding motorcycle.

Unfortunately, the motorcycles driven by the greenskins were moving too fast, and most of the militiamen's firepower missed their target. Even if they hit the target, the bullets designed to target humans themselves would only cause a small spot of blood when hitting the greenskins' muscles.

The green-skinned driver dodged the heavy machine gun fire by using drifting and S-shaped routes, and the howitzer's hit rate was also regrettable, with fireworks being set off on both sides of the motorcycle as an atmosphere group.

The guy on the motorcycle was different. The firepower of his big gun was equivalent to that of a company of militiamen. Amid the sound of rattling, more than a dozen militiamen were killed in an instant.

Panic spread among the militia, and they suddenly realized that they were just ordinary mortals, and the enemies they faced were bloodthirsty and terrifying alien greenskins.

The motorcycle ran at full speed, broke through the obstacles and rushed into the militia's defense line.

The green-skinned driver suddenly pulled a device on the motorcycle with his hand, and the rockets mounted on both sides of the motorcycle were fired around, instantly turning the militia's defense line into a sea of ​​fire.

Chapter 66 The troops are approaching the city

The green motorcycle raced behind the defense line for ten minutes before it was killed by the defenders. The green orc on it died with satisfaction and happiness.

The destruction they caused deeply hurt the self-confidence of the human defenders. It took only three greenskins to cause such great damage. There are 3 planetary guards and militiamen guarding Pioneer City. Are these forces really enough?

There are at least one million green-skinned monsters attacking Pioneer City. Even though they are not very concentrated, they are scattered over a large area, and their attention is attracted by various small targets.

But even if there is only half of them, 500,000 green-skinned monsters have come to the city. How can ordinary humans fight against them?

"Make sure to defend Pioneer City! Don't be afraid of the barbarians' strange strength and brutality. Humans have faith, artillery and steel. I will support them." Chuck ordered at the command center.

"As long as they can hold on as long as possible, I can send troops to surround those green monsters from the side. Then I will use the Banshees to carpet bomb them, then use the armored divisions to clear the way, and finally the main force will move forward to annihilate these green monsters!"

This plan seemed very feasible, flanking and bombing with superior firepower. In the military academy textbooks, it was a sure-win strategy, and Chuck's confidence swelled again.

In his mind, the Greenskins were in chaos and disorder. He would first use the Pioneer City to attract the Greenskins' attention, then deploy all the armored divisions to cut off the Greenskins from their weak points, and the Infantry divisions would continuously pour in from the breakthrough point to oppress the Greenskins in the encirclement.

What remains is to use the Armored Division as a hammer and the Pioneer City as an iron felt, and crush all the green-skinned monsters under the Pioneer City with one hammer after another.

In order to realize the battle, Chuck invested 500,000 planetary guards at one time, leaving only 100,000 to guard the capital city of Capello, ready to go all in.

Anyway, as long as the main force of the greenskins is wiped out, the powerful planetary guards in his hands can naturally sweep away the other greenskin stragglers.

The extermination wars in the previous few months have also proved this point. The planetary guards with complete armor and sufficient firepower can easily crush the unorganized and undisciplined greenskins.

Chuck never expected that there were too many ifs in his plan...if any accident went beyond the plan, he might lose all his manpower.

The armored division had just set out, and the pioneer city, which was like an iron felt, was already in trouble.