I am a green-skinned master

"You!!" Cornwall's face turned red with anger. He still had a lot of planetary defense forces at his disposal. If he didn't cooperate, it would not be so easy for Carter to get his city.

Keister's hand on Cornwall's shoulder calmed the planetary governor down, and he decided not to just act as a translator.

He inserted himself between Cornwall and Carter and said, "The Oronian system is a loyal system. Since the establishment of the colony, it has never defaulted on paying taxes. The unpaid expropriation of the assets of the local nobles is not conducive to mobilizing the enthusiasm of the locals, which is not good for future wars."

The job of the political commissar is not only to supervise traitors and lead the troops in battle, but they are also good at coordinating conflicts among the troops. Of course, the fundamental reason why they do so much is to mobilize the enthusiasm of all people and let them devote their strength to the battle against the enemy.

"Father Carter, I have a proposal. The control of the ten cities you requested, except for the capital city and the direct jurisdiction of Governor Cornwall, can be transferred to the Mechanicus.

In order to make up the difference, Cornwall will compensate several cities with equivalent production capacity in exchange for its own direct territory."

Seeing Cornwall's darker face, Keister continued, "Of course, the Mechanicus will not take the property of the Oronians for nothing. They will pay the corresponding fees."

"It is impossible to reorganize a more powerful planetary defense force with the current production capacity of Oronia III. Governor Cornwall, you have also seen how vulnerable the mortal army is to the greenskins without sufficient steel."

"As a reward for taking control of the city, the Mechanicus will provide you with a large amount of weapons and equipment. Your gains will far outweigh your losses."

"Father Carter, do you agree?" Kester asked Carter.

"No problem, but we will only provide enough equipment for 200 million planetary guards free of charge, from the simplest rifles to Leman Russ tanks. For numbers above 200, material and processing costs must be paid." Carter nodded.

"Only two million..." Cornwall instinctively wanted to bargain.

Keister glared at him, and Cornwall swallowed the words he had prepared.

"How about this, Governor Cornwall, I will support you with another Emperor Poison Blade super-heavy tank, and the maintenance personnel will be provided by the Mechanicus." Kester offered the final price.

After thinking it over again and again, Cornwall nodded heavily.

"Very good, then let's do this. Governor Cornwall, please complete the transfer of management rights with Father Carter as soon as possible. We must race against time now."

After saying this, Political Commissar Keister walked forward. Father Carter walked behind him, thinking about the transformation of the city and the formation of a new crusading army.

The only person walking at the back was Cornwall, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

Chapter 101 The Current Status of Oronya III

At night, Political Commissar Keister finished a busy day's work and sat at his desk, closing his eyes for a short rest.

Although he said he was resting, Kester was still thinking about the situation on Euronia III. He couldn't control his worried heart.

Strictly speaking, Chuck fulfilled everyone's expectations. Although he did not completely defend Capello, he at least held on until the arrival of the Astra Militarum and prevented the greenskins from crossing the equator and entering the most densely populated northern hemisphere of the planet.

As a result, Cornwall liquidated Chuck's family. The fall of the Southern Hemisphere, the death of hundreds of millions of people, and Chuck's final strategy of using refugees to block the advance of the greenskins made the people and the nobles full of anger towards Chuck.

Most people cannot accept that such a person suddenly became a hero who resolutely resisted and died on the battlefield. Moreover, Chuck should be held primarily responsible for the collapse of the situation in the southern hemisphere.

So, in order to calm public opinion and the anger of the nobles, Cornwall simply abandoned his entire family.

He used public opinion to guide the crowd, making everyone think that Chuck should be held responsible for the sacrifice of 500 million people in the South, and that it was his arrogance and stupidity that led to the collapse of the South.

The key point is that Cornwall erased all of Chuck's achievements, as if Chuck had never killed a single orc, had never defended Capello, and was just a real clown and idiot.

The Chuck family was destroyed, the family wealth was confiscated, and those who were lucky were stripped of their emotions and turned into slave laborers, while those who were unlucky were directly thrown into the worst working environments and used as consumables.

Both commoners and nobles were very satisfied. The nobles were satisfied because they divided up the Chuck family's inheritance, while the commoners felt that a great noble had been held responsible for the previous failure, which at least showed a bit of fairness.

And because Chuck was appointed by the Galaxy Command, many public opinions also accused the Galaxy Commander Pex of not being able to judge people well and should bear the responsibility for the defeat of the South.

If Pex had not landed in the south with his expeditionary force and fought the orcs personally, the criticism would have been even more serious.

The one who benefited the most was Governor Cornwall. The failure of others further demonstrated his ability to plan and strategize while sitting firmly in the Governor's Office. Although the defense line he established at the equator did not work for the time being, at least the orcs did not go north. Many people felt that this was the credit of the governor.

Those who contributed more were criticized, while those who contributed less received the most benefits. Caister felt that Cornwall was one of the most cunning imperial bureaucrats he had ever seen.

Keister accepted Pex's suggestion and did not deploy all of the Astra Militarum into Capello. Instead, he used his space advantage to deploy a little bit of troops at a time, and then used various bombings to consume the green-skinned orcs' manpower.

In Capello's city, battles were going on every day, but overall the situation was in a stalemate. The green tide seemed powerful, but it was insufficient in numbers.

Judging from the detectors, the number of active greenskins in the southern continent will not exceed two or three million, which is not much compared with Kester's Astra Militarum.

But counterattack is still unwise, because the scale of the battlefield is too large, it has spread across the entire southern continent, and the greenskin spores are spread everywhere.

Soon, the number of greenskins will increase exponentially. The safest approach is to continue to reinforce Capello's defenses, achieve a high casualty ratio in defensive battles, wait for the arrival of the Space Marines, and then launch a counterattack with the powerful combat power of the Space Marines.

Unless we can find a way to behead the orc boss...

"Orc boss..." Kester opened his eyes. It seemed that he could no longer close his eyes and rest in such a tense state.

Kester opened the drawer and took out a stack of documents. On the top was a huge color photo of an orc so big that he could only be described as a monster. He was holding a giant warhammer in one hand and a giant power claw in the other.

This is the orc elder brother Bard.

The name Gorbad was a code name given by the Oronians, meaning "slayer". It was because of his attack that the southern continent fell and hundreds of millions of humans died.

According to the descriptions of the survivors of the Battle of Capello, this guy not only looked like a monster, but also fought like a monster.

In that battle, he killed at least 10,000 people alone, and broke into the fortress alone and killed the commander Chuck.

Combined with his previous battle record, he was able to withstand the shooting of Leman Russ tanks, run at a very fast speed, and shoulder the power of the fortress's adamantine gate.

Really, Keister couldn't understand how such a perverted orc warlord could be raised on a small Oronia III in such a short time!

I'm afraid the main solution to eradicating the orc infestation lies with this warlord.

In the first few encounters, Keister tried to use bait to lure Gorbad into the battlefield, and then use various energy weapons to concentrate fire and decapitate him.

It seemed that Gorbad had discovered the plan, and he sent many helicopters piloted by fart elves into the battlefield to attack the ambushed troops from the air, turning an ambush into an encounter.

The battle lasted for a week, and both the Astra Militarum and the Orcs lost a large number of units, but there was no sign of Gorbad.

The orcs suffered more losses, but humans lost in the end. In a war of attrition, humans will lose because they cannot turn garbage into weapons and equipment or grow soldiers out of the ground.

The second time, the reconnaissance plane spotted Gorbad around Pioneer City. After ordering the nearby troops to attract Gorbad's attention as much as possible, Kester ordered the fleet in orbit to carry out indiscriminate bombing.

Watching the red lasers burning the earth into glass and the powerful bombs overturning layer of the ground, no life could survive in that hellish scene.

Many officers optimistically believed that Gorbad was dead. When Kester saw that the green tide of orcs showed no signs of collapse, he shook his head helplessly.

Later, Gorbad's movements became more cunning and covert, and reconnaissance troops rarely saw his traces. Even if they saw him, it was only in the later stages of the battle. Gorbad entered the battlefield and carried out a whirlwind of slaughter before quickly retreating.

The orcs were both savage and cunning. Gorbad obviously knew that he had become a target for decapitation, so he became cautious.

"Ah..." Keister sighed tiredly and threw the information he had read on the table. He regretted his recklessness. To deal with cunning prey, the hunter should be fully prepared before taking action.

Now the possibility of beheading Gorbad is almost gone, and we can only hope for the arrival of the Space Marines.

However, in addition to the bad news, there is also some good news. Another batch of reinforcements will arrive soon, and the number of Star Army troops in his hands can reach a terrifying number of 10 million.

At that time, we can consider launching some appropriate counterattacks to regain some land.

Chapter 102 War preparations

Ten million Astra Militarum troops are a powerful force, but also a huge pressure. Euronia III's industrial capacity is too poor, and its agricultural power is also not good enough.

It was good enough for a world like this to be able to supply its own planetary guards, let alone such a large-scale Astra Militarum. It would take time for the Adeptus Mechanicus to increase the production capacity of the planets.

Therefore, after the failure of beheading Gorbad, Kester has been devoting his energy to the industrial construction of Oronia III. At least when all the troops arrive, the planet should be ready for supplies.

The battles ahead will be tough, and the equipment losses will be huge. Not to mention that Euronia III must be able to repair most of the Astra Militarum's equipment on its own, it must at least be able to produce most of the infantry equipment and be self-sufficient in the ammunition it consumes.

As for food consumption, refined combat rations, vegetarian dishes, canned meat and alcohol were no longer within Kester's consideration, although these things could indeed improve the morale and combat effectiveness of the troops.

However, from the perspective of feeding the soldiers, corpse starch is not out of the question.

When Kester was working hard at his desk, he often missed some key intelligence, such as the fact that there had been no news from his people in the southern Pecos for a long time.

On the other hand, underground in the southern continent, in the tunnels that were getting deeper and more complex, Iron Claw was also getting annoyed.

Xiami's support was great and the guys fought very happily, but their skyfire was very tricky. Every time the guys were about to win, blazing flames would fall from the sky and burn everything.

Space belongs to Xiami. Their warships are so huge that when the weather is clear, you can even see the outlines of Xiami's warships through the atmosphere.

Last time, Xiami even tried to kill him with skyfire! The more Tiezhua thought about it, the angrier he became. If it wasn't for his sense of crisis that saved him and allowed him to get into the deep tunnel in time, he would have been roasted.

If he was excited about fighting, Iron Claw would like to use his body to resist the shells and enjoy the pain of the artillery bombardment. But that was because he felt that he could bear it.

The blazing red laser that cuts through the sky is definitely not something that the human body can withstand.

Now that the shrimps are targeting him, he can't just go out and fight, which makes Tiezhua even more depressed.

A passing fart spirit, perhaps with poor eyesight, bumped into Iron Claw's calf.

Iron Claw, who was in a bad mood, grabbed the fart spirit, tied it up with a stick, lit a fire and started to feed it.

Recently, strange guys and fart spirits appear from time to time in the underground passages. This fart spirit might have lost its way that way.

With more and more greenskins, the first tunnel dug became more and more crowded. In order to avoid being squeezed, the greenskins continued to expand the tunnel.

Such random excavation often led to tunnel collapse, burying hundreds or thousands of greenskins.

Of course, none of these things mattered to Gold Fang. He just had to stay out of the cave where he hid his treasures. However, Boss Iron Claw's increasingly worse mood made Gold Fang feel uneasy.

Ordinary green-skinned orcs would get irritable if they didn't fight for a day, let alone the boss? In order to prevent himself and his baby from becoming the target of the boss's temper, Jin Ya came up with a bad idea.

"Boss." Jin Ya approached cautiously from in front of Iron Claw, rubbing his hands together, smiling so exaggeratedly that his mouth corners were stretched to the maximum, revealing his full mouth of golden teeth.

"I have a plan. A good war plan."

Iron Claw glanced at Gold Fang, then fiercely tore off a piece of meat from the stick, chewing and swallowing it without saying a word.

"It's a bit difficult to deal with Xiami right now. We can't deal with their space battleships for the time being. Their numbers and firepower have also increased. But if we can't defeat Xiami, we can go fight the bugs first!

After we kill all the bugs, we can gather more guys and then we can go and deal with the shrimps."

Iron Claw stopped chewing and recalled the time on the Glorious Knight.

"Bugs...are good opponents. They are weak individually, but they work well together. When surrounded by them, they become very dangerous."

After swallowing all the meat in his mouth, Tiezhua looked at Jinya and said, "But don't lie to me. We are not on Shrimp's boat anymore. There are no bugs here."

"Yes, yes! It's right here!" Jin Ya squatted down and began to draw a map on the ground. If you compare the map drawn by Jin Ya with the topography, it is Shitouling.

"Tell me in detail." Tiezhua became interested and threw the meat skewer in his hand aside.

"They are the kind of bugs we have seen on the battleships, with a pair of arms growing on their waists. They were discovered by my sneaky boys. They hide in the swamps, lakes, and mountains, and keep ambushing our people." Jin Ya explained.

"Didn't a lot of shrimps escape into this place? Didn't the shrimps fight with the bugs? It's very easy for the shrimps' sky fire to burn the bugs."

"I don't know either. Maybe the bugs are very cunning and have not been discovered by the shrimps. However, I can be sure that the bugs are increasing their numbers by devouring the shrimps. After such a long time, there should be a lot of bugs." In order to emphasize the accuracy of his information, Jin Ya emphasized the word "many bugs".

"Good, good! The more bugs there are, the more fun it is to fight them." Iron Claw happily raised his power hammer, but then his mood became low again, "But they are targeting me now. If I show my head, I will be attacked by skyfire."

"Underground, we can dig a tunnel underground to attack. Boss, just imagine, in a narrow passage, endless insects swarming towards you, what kind of picture would that be?" Jin Ya's words were very tempting.

"Yes! Tunnel, what else is there to say, let's go! Get started, it's too waaagh to kill endless bugs." Iron Claw patted his thigh happily, put the power hammer on his shoulder, picked up Gold Fang in one hand, and strode into the depths of the underground passage.

On Oronia III, while all forces were preparing for war, Oronia IV, which was covered with yellow sand, was not as lively as before. However, they used another method to vent their excess energy.

The catacombs may have been cleared out, and no new catacombs will be dug for a long time. The orcs have no fun anymore, and they are bored and fight with each other.

Because of boredom, the boys invented a new way of entertainment. They would find the fart elf who was best at feeding Squiggs and buy a ferocious Squigg Bite.

This little red thing is impossible to tame. Once it is released, it will either eat or bite people.

Then the orcs divided into two teams, each with roughly equal numbers, and fought for the Bite Squig on a field with a goal.

The victory is achieved when an orc grabs a Gnawing Squig and carries it into the opposing team's goal. The winning team then gets all the fallen teeth on the field.

Chapter 103 Awakening

There are no rules to the game except that they are not allowed to bring weapons, and the orcs can use any violence they can to win.

Therefore, such competitions often start with a bloody group fight and end with an even bloodier group fight.

The Bite Squig that is fought over by the orcs will often bite the arm of each orc who tries to grab it into a bloody mess. Blood is the core of the game, and this game is named the Blood Bowl Squig Game by the orcs.

The Dodger, who is taller than an average boy and wearing a suit of power armor, is watching a Bloody Bowl Squiggle game.

Because of his height and equipment, as well as his status as the boss's henchman, no greenskin dared to mess with him in most cases. He was also surrounded by a group of flatterers who envied him very much and also set a goal to become like him.

"Hit him in the face! Hit him quickly! Hit him first and then grab the ball!" The clever guy was so excited about the game that he was jumping in the audience and wished he was the one on the field.

That group of fartheads also joined in the fun. They cursed whoever the clever guy cursed and agreed with whatever the clever guy said.

"Good shot, good shot! If you get it, run! Run! Why are you afraid of the pain? Stretch out your hand and let Squiggle bite it. Once it bites something, it won't move! Don't be afraid. Even if it bites off, I'll introduce you to the most capable mad doctor! I'll help you get a new one!"

Seeing his team gain the upper hand, the clever ghost roared even louder, just like the craziest fans on the planet.

"You bunch of idiots, quickly stop those guys on the left. Why are people from your own team fighting for the ball? It's enough for someone to get the ball!"

Maybe the clever guy's command was effective, and the team he supported rushed into the opponent's goal with the ball.