I am a green-skinned master

Another victory was won, and the Astra Militarum cheered. The morale loss caused by the recent failures was recovering. In the face of human steel and fire, the orc monsters were not invincible.

This attempt did not cause much loss to Cheng Mingrui. As the companion races of the orcs, there are many fart monsters, snot monsters and jumping monsters. Using them to consume the enemy's ammunition is a tactic often used by the orcs.

Cheng Mingrui made a lot of money by using some expendable units to test Xiami's defense arrangement. His tactical thinking was extremely sharp, and he quickly analyzed Xiami's approximate troop deployment and firepower arrangement.

The orcs' talents in warfare were indeed extraordinary, but these talents derived from instinct and blood were rarely fully utilized. The orcs were too happy and impulsive, and once they started waaagh, they basically didn't use their brains.

The second round of attack began, with Fart Elves and Jumping still as the main force. The Fart Elves driven away by the orcs had to rush towards the defense line of the Star Army even though they were extremely reluctant.

This attack was more fierce than the first one, and there were two key attack directions. Because Cheng Mingrui predicted the firepower deployment of the Star Army, many jumpers rushed out of the firepower network with explosives all over their bodies and blew up the Star Army behind the defense line to pieces.

The roar of the political commissar in the Astra Militarum was almost enough to drown out the sound of the artillery explosions. "Move! Strengthen the defense line and blow these green monsters into pieces for the Emperor!"

Two sudden molten rays were fired from a weakly defended passage, accurately hitting two highly maneuverable but weakly armored Sentinel mechas, turning these fire support mechas that relied on two mechanical legs for mobility into fallen scrap metal.

"Waaagh!" Along with the orcs' roar came a rain of bullets fired from their muskets.

This passage entrance is the breakthrough point chosen by Cheng Mingrui.

Sure enough, the Astra Militarum were stunned in an instant. Their weak firepower was completely suppressed by the Orc Rat Boys, and their only heavy firepower was also hit by the melta rays.

After suppressing the Astra Militarum, the first to rush into the human defense line were the Ironclad Boys. With the help of waaagh and red paint, they ran very fast in full iron armor.

As soon as they rushed into the defense line, the armored boys threw all their sticks and bombs like explosive maniacs, blowing everything in front of them to pieces, and then swung and chopped, knocking down all those who could stand.

The Astra Militarum reacted quickly and immediately organized a mobile team to provide support. Two Leman Russ tanks led the way, and five Chimaera troop carriers escorted in the middle, inserting themselves into the middle of the armored boys like a sharp knife.

Stick bombs and machetes could not break through the tank's mechanical armor. Under the muzzle of the Leman Russ, the steel plates on the Iron Boys' bodies could not protect the fragile flesh and blood inside, and the Iron Boys were quickly blown to pieces.

The Chimera troop transport was carrying a large number of elite Astra Militarum soldiers. After getting off the vehicle, they formed a tight combat team and used a large number of lasers to concentrate fire on the isolated armored boys one by one, killing them.

If this continues, the Astra Militarum will soon wipe out the greenskin troops on the defense line and regain control of the defense line.

Two melta rays accurately hit a Leman Russ tank that was killing everyone. Fortunately, the tank's armor was thick and it was not destroyed in one hit like the Sentinel mecha. Two more hits would have made a big difference.

A huge and terrifying war machine slowly moved out of the passage. Its huge size and ferocious appearance immediately became the focus of the battlefield.

With a killing can as the core, it has several layers of armor added to the front, and a large thermal capacity gun added to the head and sides. It looks ugly and twisted, and has a sense of patchwork, but its firepower and defense are first-class.

Another Leman Russ immediately turned its gun and fired at the oddly shaped green machine. With a bang, the shell accurately hit the modified killing tank. When the smoke dissipated, only a piece of external armor was blown off.

The defensive power of the modified killing tank made the green guys and fart spirits driving it shout excitedly, and their fighting enthusiasm was high.

There was a green-skinned boy sitting on the big melta gun. He was also yelling excitedly, urging the two fart spirits on the left and right sides of the gun to quickly do the auxiliary aiming work.

Soon, the melta gun that had cooled down was fired again. One shot missed the target, and the other shot destroyed the track of the first Leman Russ tank.

The green-skinned shooter cursed very badly. He felt embarrassed that the Leman Russ tank was not destroyed. He kicked them and told them to work faster as he wanted to continue shooting.

The political commissar of the Star Army was so shocked by the combat effectiveness of the modified killing tank that he gave orders to the Star Army loudly, spitting all over the face of the communications soldier beside him.

Under the command of the Political Commissar, the Astra Militarum assembled more armored units, and other units performed limited defense at the exits, trying to mobilize heavy firepower as much as possible to deal with the greenskins' modified killing tanks.

The political commissar was so ashamed and angry, he never expected that he would be fooled by the stupid greenskins. He never expected that the stupid and barbaric greenskins would use the tactic of feinting to the east and attacking in the west. He urgently wanted to destroy the greenskin troops to make up for his own command mistakes.

Most of the tanks, artillery, and armored vehicles were gathered in front of the modified killing tank, pouring countless ammunition and flames on it.

No matter how much external armor there is, it cannot withstand such firepower coverage. Even if a Leman Russ tank destroys a piece of external armor with one shot, the modified killing tank will not last more than 10 minutes.

The mechanical arms and melta guns outside were all turned into scrap, and the green-skinned guys who were covering the modification of killing tanks nearby were also killed, and all they got in return were the destruction of two Leman Russ tanks.

Seeing such a brutal attack of iron and fire, the political commissar was finally satisfied. As long as this strange vehicle was destroyed, no greenskins would be able to break through the firepower network in front of them.

Suddenly, the scene in front of the political commissar seemed to freeze. The grinding sound of steel breaking and the roar of the huge explosion sounded like thunder in the sky in his ears.

A twenty-meter-high wall of the magazine was torn apart like a rag, and the red-hot molten iron and the shock wave swallowed up half of his mechanized corps.

Chapter 10 Big Explosion

The dizziness and tinnitus caused by the explosion made the Astra Militarum Political Commissar feel uncomfortable, nauseous and painful. The protective mechanism of the mortal body seemed to deprive him of his will and make him dizzy to avoid continued pain.

With an iron will, the political commissar endured the severe pain of blood flowing from his ears and opened his eyes to see with his own eyes what was happening on the battlefield.

What came into his sight was a hell of fire. The No. 2 loading bay was destroyed. He didn't know what means the orcs had used to blow a huge hole in the bay wall.

Countless orcs equipped with various powerful weapons swarmed out from the gap and attacked the side of the Astra Militarum.

His men were being slaughtered by the orcs because of the sudden attack and the dizzying effects of the violent explosion.

"Don't give up! Hold your ground! For the Emperor!" The political commissar roared at the chaotic Astra Militarum, ignoring the blood flowing from his mouth due to the concussion.

"But...but sir, they are everywhere, everywhere..." said an Astra Militarum soldier whose mind was devoured by fear in a trembling voice.

"Then open fire everywhere! Pick up any weapons you can get your hands on. If you have guns, shoot them. If you have bombs, blow them up. If you have bayonets, stab them. If you have nothing, use your hands and teeth!"

After spraying the Astra Militarum soldiers around him, the commissar took out his bolter, drew the chainsword from his waist, and shouted: "Officers' Corps! Kashejin, follow me and charge!"

The battlefield is in complete chaos. What the political commissar has to do is to lead by example and boost morale. It would be best to kill the greenskin leader to reverse the defeat.

Failing that, he could only die here, hoping that his soul would return to the Golden Throne after his loyal sacrifice.

On the other hand, Cheng Mingrui was very excited. He first used a feint attack to mobilize Xiami's armored forces, and then used the temptation of modifying the killing tank to concentrate Xiami's armored forces together.

The most essential thing was to use the explosions and chaos on the battlefield to cover up the sound of the demolition boys breaking through the wall. At the critical moment, a perfect directional blast was used to severely damage the armored forces of the shrimps, and also to open up the way for their main assault.

The first ones to rush out of the blasting gap were the barbecue boys carrying flamethrowers. They wore protective goggles and held large flamethrowers in their hands. They rushed into the battlefield almost at the same time as the flames generated by the blasting of the wall.

The pillars of fire they created with their jets were like dragons of fire, tearing and splitting the Astra Militarum's positions, bound to ignite everything in sight and reduce it to ashes.

Following the BBQ boys were the Demolition boys. They were the biggest contributors to the success of this surprise attack. These guys, obsessed with explosions, were holding triple-loaded missile launchers. The ammunition on their backs was so much that the greenskins' waists, which were already difficult to stand straight, were bent even further.

If the barbecue boy lit a fire on the dining table of the battlefield, the blasting boy poured a basin of water into the high-temperature oil pan, completely detonating the wok, and the human shrimp was the stir-fried main dish.

The armored forces of the Astra Militarum were blown up one by one by the Demolition Boys' burst fire, and those once powerful equipment gradually turned into burning death coffins.

It was also the first time that Cheng Mingrui used Demolition Boy's missile launcher, and he fell in love with this killing weapon that could create violent explosions. Each shot could cause three huge explosions. No wonder the orcs like to call similar weapons "boom boom". The roar of destroying everything is really addictive for the greenskins.

The Astra Militarum are collapsing, fear and despair are on the faces of the soldiers, and they will soon become a mob and flee in all directions, just like the shrimps that the orks contemptuously call them.

According to common logic, once the battle enters this situation, humans will be quickly slaughtered by the orcs. After all, humans' physical fitness is too weak compared to orcs, and ordinary people's will cannot match the orcs' enthusiasm for war.

Cheng Mingrui, who already felt that victory was certain, gave up thinking and focused on killing on the battlefield. He found that it was too troublesome to hold a plasma gun in one hand and a missile launcher in the other.

Perhaps after seeing Smarthead's transformation, Cheng Mingrui also had an inspiration. He picked up the broken parts on the ground at random, and with the help of Smarthead, he completed the assembly of the new weapon in just two minutes.

A combination gun appeared, which could launch powerful rockets from the top and shoot out hot plasma streams that could melt everything from the bottom.

"Slippery boss, I've seen smart technical guys who can't fight as well as you, and bosses who can fight as well as you can build. You can fight, and you can build, you are a technical master, a technical master!" The clever guy praised Cheng Mingrui loudly.

"Technical master..." Cheng Mingrui was also very happy. Although this was only the simplest and most basic assembly, the technical content was not low at all. Dealing with the direct interference between the two weapons, especially the heat dissipation of the plasma gun, was all achieved by relying on my thinking power.

The feeling of knowledge constantly pouring out of my mind was so refreshing. In the orc culture, big, fierce, and domineering were all good words. For example, the technical tyrant, the great technical tyrant, and the magic tyrant who ruled dozens of star regions were all symbols of strength and power.

It feels great to gradually become stronger, and it’s also pretty good to be a green-skinned orc.

"Why haven't all the shrimps been killed yet?" Only then did Cheng Mingrui realize that an accident had occurred on the battlefield. According to past experience, the orcs should have started cleaning up the battlefield.

"For the Emperor!" The political commissar's roar reached Cheng Mingrui's ears, and he discovered the reason why the human soldiers could hold on until now.

A political commissar of the Astra Militarum led this group of Astra Militarum troops and relied on several Leman Russ tanks and Chimera troop carriers to form a simple defense line. They were as tenacious as the reefs on the coast and stood firm.

The Astra Militarum is the cornerstone of the Human Empire. Although their combat power is not as strong as that of the Astartes, they rely on their huge numbers and fearless sacrifices to protect the vast Human Empire in the 40k universe where evil spirits are everywhere.

And a strong political commissar supports their tenacious fighting souls.

If Cheng Mingrui were a human being, he would admire the political commissar and might even follow him and fight against the malicious aliens together with him.

However, he is now a green-skinned orc and he has his own stance. Even if he believes in the Emperor, the Inquisition will probably just burn him to death because of the Emperor's hatred for all aliens.

"Go, gather all the good guys here, I want to kill that leader." Cheng Mingrui ordered the clever guy.

The clever ghost immediately jumped off Cheng Mingrui's shoulders and shouted in his shrill voice, "The slippery boss said he wanted to kill the shrimp boss..."

The voice spread farther and farther, and after being repeated several times, the green-skinned boys heard that the slippery boss said he wanted to challenge the shrimp boss in a duel, and told the shrimp boss to clean his neck and wait to be killed.

The political commissar of the Star Army seemed to understand Orcish, and the situation began to develop strangely.

Chapter 11 I'm Thinking

The political commissar of the Astra Militarum gave a middle finger in front of all the greenskins. In the greenskin culture, this meant skewering the prey in the middle and roasting it for food. Many fart spirits suffered such a fate, which was extremely insulting.

"You are not big enough, nor waaagh enough, and he actually wants to kill me? I want to challenge your boss." The political commissar shouted in fluent greenskin.

After hearing the political commissar's words, all the green-skinned guys were very angry. They shouted vulgar words but did not step forward to attack.

Because they are not the boss, if they stand up to challenge the political commissar, even if they kill the political commissar, it is tantamount to challenging the boss's authority, and it is easy for the boss to hold a grudge against them and kill them afterwards.

"Slippery boss, that shrimp is too arrogant!"

"Yes, boss, we must kill him. Chop him down, cut him off, and chop him into pieces!" Countless guys surrounded Cheng Mingrui and said indignantly.

"Boss, here's my machete. I'll lend it to you. Chop it from the head, and it will snap into two halves in a snap." Tiezhua presented the weapon to Cheng Mingrui attentively.

Cheng Mingrui was speechless. You are trying to suck up to the boss and you are still lending it to me? Also, since you can obviously use the plasma gun to blow the political commissar into pieces by just pulling the trigger, you stupidly went up to fight in close combat.

Green-skinned orcs also like cunning and treachery, but they admire bravery even more.

For example, among the greenskins, each tribe has its own characteristics. Some like to shoot with guns, some like to race cars, and some like to collect teeth. The most powerful Goff tribe likes to chop through everything head-on.

If Cheng Mingrui gave up the duel with the political commissar at this moment, the other orcs would look down on him and think that he was not worthy of being the boss, and then the challenges that followed would be endless.

He threw his combined plasma gun to the elf ghost. Even though the elf ghost had grown a lot bigger now, he still staggered when he hugged Cheng Mingrui's weapon.

"Hold my weapon. If there's a piece of paint missing when I come back, I'll smash your head." After saying this, Cheng Mingrui turned around and held the iron-clawed machete and walked towards the political commissar of the Star Army.

"Sir, have the orc leader come out. If we launch a surprise attack and kill him, the orcs will collapse without a leader and start fighting among themselves." A subordinate beside the political commissar suggested.

"No, if we can kill the orc boss by surprise without other orcs seeing us, it will seriously undermine the morale of the orcs." The political commissar looked around and saw that there were no organized troops besides him.

The rest of the Astra Militarum were either killed or had fled, leaving Orks, Grotesques, and Squiggs everywhere.

"Killing the orc leader by surprise in front of everyone will only make the orcs go berserk. They will think we are despicable and shameless. Later, they will fight among themselves to become the leader, but it will not start until they kill us."

"This is the precious experience gained by countless people at the cost of their lives in the battle against the orcs..." The commissar threw away the grenade launcher, drew out his chainsword, and walked slowly forward.

"Killing the orc boss in a duel is our only hope of survival for the Emperor." After saying this, the political commissar pulled the trigger of the chainsaw sword. Amid the roar of the chainsaw, the political commissar raised the sword and rushed towards Cheng Mingrui.

The orc's huge machete and roaring chainsword collided with each other, and the two figures, one tall and one short, refused to give in to each other.

Cheng Mingrui, who thought he could kill the political commissar in one blow with his huge body and strength, was shocked. How could a mortal who had not undergone Astartes surgery have such powerful strength?

With a roar, Cheng Mingrui changed from holding the knife with one hand to holding it with both hands, and pushed hard. In an instant, the balance of power was broken, and the mortal was eventually overwhelmed by the orc's powerful strength.

But the political commissar did not lose his balance. He used his waist to relieve the force and swung the chain saw blade across Cheng Mingrui's thigh. If Cheng Mingrui had not dodged in time, his leg would have been chopped off instead of just leaving a bloody mark.

The two sides fought for four or five rounds, and were evenly matched. The political commissar used his agile movements to counter Cheng Mingrui's strength. Cheng Mingrui, who had never had any close combat experience, was held back by someone who was much weaker than him.

This shouldn't be possible, how could a mortal be so fast! Cheng Mingrui was more and more surprised, until he heard the whispers of the orc boys nearby cheering and encouraging, he understood the reason.

"This shrimp boss looks like an old one-eyed man."

"You think so? I think so too."

"You silly fool! Old One-Eye is already dead! How could it be Old One-Eye?"

The two orcs who disagreed with each other started fighting. "You are the fool! How could Old One-Eye die? Old One-Eye is an exception. Although he is a shrimp, he is immortal."

Cheng Mingrui took a closer look and found that the political commissar who was fighting him had a green energy! This is the power of my thinking! The orcs' blind thinking is helping the enemy!

The power of thinking is another racial plug-in for the orcs besides the waaagh energy. No one has figured out its principle yet. Its effect can be simply summarized as the mind is stronger than matter.

For example, the orcs think that vehicles painted red will run faster, so even if they don't make any modifications to the vehicle, just painting it red will make the vehicle run very fast.

And the orcs' weapons, tanks, armor, and starships that were assembled like scraps were all affected by my power of thinking.

If the orcs think it can be used, then it must be usable. If the same thing in the hands of orcs is given to other races, such as humans, it will either break down or explode. It is simply unreasonable.

In order to understand the principle, humans have done special research, and the result is that in the microscopic field, due to the influence of my thinking power, the material world will make up for the precision errors of various weapons and machinery! Just like the unpredictable quantum mechanics, my thinking is also unpredictable.

Even the errors that can be compensated at the microscopic level have their limits. For example, it is impossible to make a square wheel run faster than a round one, or to make a brick fly into the blue sky regardless of aerodynamics.

The effect is also very amazing, and it has already fallen into the realm of consciousness determining matter.

Cheng Mingrui, who was fighting with the political commissar, was so furious that he wanted to explode. These stupid green-skinned guys should stop thinking about it, it would kill people!

Not only the body, I think it will also affect all kinds of flesh and blood life, not even limited to the orcs themselves.

Old One-Eye is a powerful human political commissar. The orcs can't remember his human name. Since the political commissar has a red mechanical eye, they call him Old One-Eye.

Old One-Eye defeated the orcs' large-scale waaagh many times and was praised by the orcs for his powerful fighting record. Some orcs even called him the Orc Killer.

If these damn guys think that the political commissar in front of them is the old one-eyed man, then they will be in real danger!

If he wasn't God's chosen bone crusher, he would surely die if he met the old one-eyed man!