As long as you die, you are invincible, but in 40K

However, their numbers are so great that they have caused a qualitative change.

This suffocating number has become their most deadly weapon.

Amidst the noisy war cries coming from afar, it was as if a mountain was pressing down on the position, and the previous discussions of the tribesmen were all choked off.

Until the roar of the first heavy bolter was heard.

Dozens of chains of light formed by the lights of explosive thrusters were sprinkled into the green tide. The metal torrent collided with it, tearing out countless scarlet blood flowers. The flying broken arms and teeth were wrapped among the orcs, making their eyes the same red.

ps: Tomorrow is Friday again. Time flies so fast, as if the publication fee had to be published on the 15th just last week.

Chapter 138 Boundless

In order to increase the killing power against such a dense crowd of orcs, each heavy bomb squad used armor-piercing projectiles instead of conventional bombs.

These steel-drilling bullets, which could threaten the flanks of lightly armored vehicles, easily penetrated the tough skin of the Orks, then crushed the flesh and bones behind them, piercing through them with a loud sound.

The strong cavity effect completely crushed the internal organs of the person who was hit. At this moment, his originally strong body could only prevent his body from being torn into two pieces.

Then, the bomb will smash into the next orc behind him until its kinetic energy is exhausted or the warhead is twisted beyond recognition on impact and loses its lethality.

Dozens of heavy grenade launchers deployed on the battlefield were mounted on various walkers. Without even much aiming, they rained down bullets into their designated attack ranges.

Corpse parts and flesh fragments flew everywhere, forming a scarlet carpet under the green tide. Blood seeped through the sand dunes and slid down to the low-lying areas, accumulating.

Such intensive firepower even slowed down the enemy's advance, and they were visibly delayed under the sharp edge of the iron rain.

But as mentioned before, their numbers were so great that the mere accumulation of corpses was enough to pose a fatal threat to the position.

After maintaining for a while, the fire of heavy explosives had to stop. One side of the red-hot gun barrel was filled with fallen shell casings, while the other side was an empty ammunition box.

It is not easy for a Valkyrie to carry so much heavy equipment, so there is not much space left for ammunition. You know, the area occupied by heavy bombs is not a small amount.

the other side.

And when they realized that the other side's big bang guns had stopped firing, the fanatical orc boys excitedly howled at each other.

In addition, the limbs and spines of their dead "companions" provided weapons for many of the guys, making them feel that they must be bigger and more powerful now. The momentum of their charge immediately bounced back like a spring that was compressed to the extreme, advancing a few points faster than at the beginning.

Pairs of green feet running wildly with their big feet left traces on the sand. Among the joyous beasts, there were even boys who couldn't bear it anymore and wrestled with the orcs next to them, and then they were all trampled to pieces by the beasts rushing up from behind.

How many orc boys were killed in that burst of shooting? Five thousand, ten thousand, or fifty thousand?

The casualty ratios that would normally be discussed as high-quality gossip were meaningless at this moment. Everyone knew that death could not scare the other side, so they either had to keep them out or be crushed to pieces.

The enemy approached the position meter by meter, from 500 meters to 300 meters, and then from 300 meters to 100 meters.

Until finally, everyone could smell the stench, the vibrations, and hear the screams coming from their mouths:

Waaaaaaaagh! !

The tribesmen who had never faced the green tide head-on were shaking with trembling hands. Although Zhang Ge had strictly forbidden anyone to stick their heads out of the sandbags to observe, some people were still trembling with fear from the roar and war cry that sounded like a natural disaster, and were almost leaving their positions.

They are not as well-trained as their ancestors ten thousand years ago. Although they have received some simple training, in the final analysis they can only be regarded as some tougher civilians, which are enough to fight against bandits.

But faced with such a "disaster" that seemed beyond human resistance, fear spread from the soles of their feet to their brains.

The distance is still closing and the order has not been issued yet.

Some people were praying, and some children were crying in confusion.

Fifty meters...thirty meters...twenty meters.

The fishy wind seemed to have reached the tip of my nose, and the hot body temperature brought by the surging flesh seemed to be sticking to my body.

Until the last moment when the array is about to collapse.

A whistle blew loudly, breaking through the roar.

Countless laser gun batteries that were charged to the limit were thrown out. The crowd turned their accumulated fear into a will to survive. They huddled behind sandbags that could provide them with a sense of security, while waving their arms wildly and throwing batteries into the distance.

The loud noise of the energy explosion turned into a violent long wall. The orcs crashed into it, but were only swallowed up by countless crimson balls of light. Even their corpses were difficult to preserve. The extremely high temperature evaporated their flesh into red mist, making the already unbearable temperature in the desert even hotter.

Countless hideous smiles remained in this final moment, and the last twenty meters became a chasm that the green tide could not cross for the time being.

This gap is even gradually becoming a physical gap amid the continuous explosions. The fine sand melted into crystals by the heat at the edge of the explosion forms a series of flashing craters, which are connected to each other in subsequent explosions.

Countless orcs lost their lives and fell into it. Some of them might have survived by chance, but they would only be trampled by other crazy guys.

At this point, it was already a direct confrontation between firepower delivery capability and breakthrough capability. The only difference was that Zhang Ge's side could not afford any mistakes. As long as there was a slight gap, they would be smashed and torn to pieces by the orcs.

However, even without errors, ammunition stocks gradually became depleted over time.

Looking around, there was no sign of the endless Orcs decreasing in number. Instead, the density of the Orcs increased further due to the obstruction in front and the squeeze from the back.

Even if there are no mistakes, even if all efforts are made, the gap between the two sides will undoubtedly lead to ultimate defeat.

This is exactly what Zhang Ge wants.

Looking at the orcs who had to reduce the density of the explosion and were able to advance inch by inch by stepping on the corpses of their companions, he pulled out the Ascalon from his waist.

Very good, even this sword didn’t cause any trouble this time.

Zhang Ge walked behind the sandbags, looked at the Orcs who were barely visible in the dust raised by the explosion, and blew the next command with the whistle in his hand.

In the sky, mortar shells fell with a sharp sound.

However, when the shells fell to the ground, they did not bring about a new round of explosions, but a large cloud of white mist.

Not until these smoke bombs were fired around the position and the fog completely obscured the vision of both sides did the walkers, which had gathered together during the time the infantry had just delayed, begin their journey.

Hundreds of walkers formed three large triangles at three locations of the position. After raising their sails, they slowly moved out of the position with the sound of the wind and stepped into the white fog.

Above these bone-white giant beasts, strong men holding extremely long sickles were sweeping them towards the places where the legs landed.

Each swing of the sharp sickle made of ceramic steel carried enormous kinetic energy, cutting into pieces the reckless orcs who had lost their vision and were blindly trying to get closer to the source of the sound to have a good fight.

After entering the white fog, the walkers began to change direction, circling the position clockwise to form a stranglehold.

The final cries of orcs being torn apart, the rumbling whine of walkers being overturned and smashed to the ground.

The enemy could not be stopped for long. The first orc finally emerged from the range covered by the smoke bomb, and its huge body crashed directly into the spears raised by the tribesmen.

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Chapter 139: Living Towards Death

The orc ran straight into the spear tip that was so close to him. The sharp spear head easily pierced his flesh and came out from behind him.

However, he casually reached out and grasped the bloody handle of the spear that had pierced his body, as if feeling nothing.

His muscular arms bulged even more as he exerted force, and a palm print was actually formed on the hollow metal spear handle, which was then broken directly by the inhuman force.

The orc looked at the tribesmen in front of him who were stunned by this unexpected situation and laughed triumphantly.

Just when he wanted to go a step further and crush the other person's head with his own hands, he suddenly felt as if he had grown taller.

Growing taller and bigger is certainly a good thing, but what makes him confused is why he can't feel his own body?

When the orc regained sight of his body, he finally understood what had just happened in his simple consciousness.

She was a human shrimp with a huge and awesome iron hand, and it was flashing with blinding golden light. She was standing next to her headless corpse.

It's Amelia.

She finally entered the battlefield.

In her hands, she held a circular saw arm that was disassembled from an engineering machine and was disproportionately large to her body. The metal structure near her palm was twisted into a knot to make it easier to hold.

Although it can no longer be started, the size of this circular saw has reached the point where each monomolecular saw blade is comparable to a monomolecular dagger, which is completely sufficient to deal with some infantry units.

And one orc alone obviously couldn't stop her.

Amelia swung it like a stick and took off the head of the first Orc who entered the position. Then she jumped up with the help of the jump pack and smashed into the pile of orcs.

As she landed, groups of enemies flew up.

Every time the mechanical arm fell, dozens of Orks died on the spot.

Those who were lucky were immediately torn in half by the saw blade, while those who were unlucky were hit by the metal arm, spitting blood and flying backwards, smashing into the distance. Their strong vitality allowed them to continue struggling for a long time even with ruptured internal organs and heavy bleeding.

He could feel his colleagues screaming and shouting beside him tearing off his limbs and bones, and pairs of big feet trampling over his body until every inch of his body was eaten or crushed.

This battle, which did not require any so-called skills, allowed Amelia's physical fitness to be brought into play to the maximum extent. The mechanical sound of the power armor squeaking at full load was heard, and every time the weapon was swung, it was done with all her strength. The whistling wind and the sound of broken bones were louder than any war cry.

Such efficient killing even created a nearly circular gap around her. Any orcs who tried to approach the edge of this range would reappear in the form of minced meat like minced meat thrown into a meat grinder.

Of course, she was not the only one entering the battlefield at this critical moment. Although Heloise could not achieve such violent killing, the mobility granted by the jumping pack allowed her to shuttle over the enemy, find the most conspicuous orc bosses below, and then descend from the sky to kill them.

The actions of just two people stabilized the originally shaky front.

They boosted the morale of both sides.

On one side of the position, the tribesmen heard the sounds of slaughter coming from the two men who exerted extraordinary powers, and the fear in their hearts was slightly relieved. The spear array coordinated with the laser gun became more orderly again.

As for the orcs, what's the coolest and most whaaaghest way to prove themselves? Bullying some skinny, trembling human? That's just for fun. The real kicker is finding the biggest enemy and slicing his head off!

The strongest and largest orcs didn't care whether it would disrupt the momentum of the charge or not, and rushed towards the two of them frantically with their men.

In this situation, not only was the originally unified charge disrupted, but the more crucial thing was the gradually rising atmosphere of fanaticism.

Others dare to pick a fight with the other big guy, but if you don’t dare, aren’t you admitting that you are inferior to others?

Although they are just consumables used as cannon fodder, those who don't have the courage to fight are not even qualified to be consumables, and are usually kept in captivity as prepared food.

The positions that were supposed to be hit the hardest have now become supporting roles, and the pressure they are under has been greatly reduced.

As for the two people who became the core, a strange scene appeared.

On Amelia's side, more and more orcs rushed towards her, and when more orcs shared her strength, survivors gradually emerged under the attack.

These lucky ones were caught by pairs of raised hands and then tossed over the heads of countless orcs.

They burst into joyful laughter, and some of the survivors who had managed to break free from the grasping hands even began to dance by stepping on the heads of other orcs.

On Heloise's side, since she openly chose those orcs who looked the most threatening, the other orcs gradually realized this after repeated precise hunting.

Below, the big orcs began to dance and show off provocatively, wanting to be the next "most threatening-looking orc".

If someone is really chosen, it means that he is considered by the enemy to be the most powerful orc around. Even if his head is about to fly off, the surrounding orc boys will still cheer and roar.

Of course, despite this, the situation on the battlefield was not very optimistic.

The temporary stability was achieved at the cost of ever-increasing casualties.

Those orcs who were either impatient or felt that they could not grab the items were still flocking to the tribesmen's line.

A laser that is enough to easily take the life of an ordinary person can only bite a charred hole in their bodies. Some orcs can even take more than a dozen lasers before slowly falling to the ground.

The spears basically only had a delaying effect. A small hole that penetrated their bodies could not even be considered a serious injury. A more effective use of the spears was to use the spear head to jam the opponent's ribs, and then press the spear tail against the ground to prevent the opponent from getting any closer. In the end, the laser gunners had to deal with the opponent.

The deterioration of the situation became apparent in stark terms after the white fog that blocked the view cleared.

The walkers that lost their protection were knocked down and smashed one by one by the swarming guys. As the killing efficiency of the three walker groups gradually decreased, more and more orcs rushed to the position.

After witnessing the endless green tide, the remaining tribesmen's nerves, which had been stretched to the limit, finally broke completely. With distorted expressions, they dropped their weapons and tried to escape.

ps: I'm writing, I'm writing. I went out today and changed to a new keyboard. I'm currently rushing to code the next chapter.

Chapter 140 On the Eve of Collapse

Looking at the tribesmen who began to flee the front line, the priest felt a little confused for a moment.

Rationally speaking, he knew that the most important thing now was to hold the line. Without the walkers, it would be impossible for ordinary humans to outrun the Orks. Moreover, this was a desert. Without supplies, even if they could escape, they would die in the vast sea of ​​sand.

But on the other hand, emotionally speaking, is he really qualified to use the agreement made ten thousand years ago to force his current tribesmen to fight a battle that is almost certain to end in death? If he could go back to that time, wouldn't it be a better choice for him to just drive away in a walker?

He was familiar with every face fighting those horrible aliens on the front line.

In the short period of time just now, he saw the boy who once wanted to learn to read from him being torn into two halves, and he also saw the friend who was still chatting with him about the past yesterday having his skull smashed by a stick.

The passion he had for fulfilling his ten-thousand-year-old wish was dampened by reality, which posed a question to him:

Can he really use his so-called sacred duty to restrain those who have simply grown up with the tribe ignorantly?

With this thought in mind, the priest raised the gun but hesitated when he was about to pull the trigger.