Chapter 145, more death, more waaagh!
Aiaro Lacroxia felt that war seemed to have changed.
In other words, this is what war is, while the past were just minor fights.
He was born into a tribe of wandering survivors. It was difficult for them to get enough food if they stayed in the tribe, so under the leadership of a senior, a dozen teenagers left the tribe, followed a traveling merchant to Junk Town, and joined an adventure group.
They were called an adventure group, but in fact they were just armed scavengers. They got more than a dozen guns from the merchant on credit, and then they started their scavenging career.
Not daring to take any risks, they went to the safe area outside the Garbage Town, looked for some scrap metal and picked up some hot limestone, gathered up a day's supply, and took them back to the Garbage Town to exchange for food.
After buying food and paying off the gun loan with the daily harvest, there was nothing left.
But if you really get into a battle, such as the mutated monsters you occasionally encounter in the city ruins, you have to be careful when shooting, because bullets are very expensive.
Life during that period was hopeless and without a future. But he didn't feel that sad. He was happy to have food to eat. For a long time, he didn't know what it felt like to have enough food.
He and his companions spent two years in Garbage Town. Just when he thought he would live like this for the rest of his life until he could no longer work, he met the greenskins.
Among more than a dozen fellow villagers, only six survived, and the rest, including his predecessor who led them out, were all killed by the greenskins.
If it was just casualties, it would be fine, but those fellow villagers died too tragically. The greenskins ate them alive in front of them, smashed their heads and ate their brains.
He wanted to take the body back, but he didn't dare to, and was pulled back by someone.
Among the living people, some completely gave up their jobs as scavengers and adventurers because of that scene, but he and his two other brothers could never forget that scene.
After hearing the name of the Beast Slaughter Group, they joined it.
It's embarrassing to say that he clearly wanted to take revenge on those greenskins, but after the three of them came in, they fought for four months and only he was left alive, but he only killed one greenskin with his own hands.
In the past, when they wanted to cause trouble for the greenskins, they could only find very small groups of targets, at most two or three people. But even so, they would gather thirty or fifty people before they dared to take action.
There was no advantage in using the iron rifle to shoot at the greenskins. The range was similar, but the power was far inferior. Mortals were not as strong as the greenskins in terms of endurance. Therefore, the Beast Slayers could only think of other ways.
Modify the guns, increase the caliber, and increase the charge. Although this will seriously reduce the reliability of the guns, the power of the bullets has indeed increased; equip with swords and spears, so that when those greenskins get close, at least they have a handy weapon to resist. The greenskins can tear three or four people to pieces with six or seven spears stuck in their bodies.
Everyone said that the Beast Slayers had a special way to fight the greenskins, but in Lacrosha's opinion, what was this special way? Stronger courage, hatred hidden in the heart, and fearless multi-on-one fighting. In order to kill two or three greenskins, they often had to pay ten lives.
That's all.
But now it's different.
Earlier, when the team leader talked to him and asked whether he wanted to accept the reform, he thought very simply: the treatment is better than before, there are better equipment, and he can continue to fight the greenskins, what's wrong with that?
But what he didn't expect was that after accepting the adaptation, the whole way of fighting changed.
After resting in the barracks for a few days and undergoing a round of training under the supervision of the Governor, he felt as if he understood a lot all of a sudden.
Shooting posture, military skills, building positions, teamwork, armor coordination, artillery coordination...
Those few days were magical. My mind suddenly became clear. I could understand any principle as soon as it was explained, and I could master any skill as soon as I practiced it.
Coming to the front line again, he is the captain...oh, now he is the squad leader.
Under the leadership of the squad leader, he and ten other people built two firing points, which were built with common building fragments and broken bricks from the ruins. They were located on a small slope, forming a commanding strike point.
There are several such firepower points at a short distance apart. They are built by other comrades in the same company to ensure that they can form cross-fire and support each other smoothly.
This knowledge was just acquired. In the past, they could only rely on experience and could not build positions so effectively.
And these positions immediately took effect.
A team of about a dozen greenskins sneaked up under the cover of night. When the sentinels discovered them, they were already not far from a fortification.
The sound of gunfire woke everyone up. Several soldiers stationed there began to fight back hard. The brothers next door who were able to provide fire support also immediately opened fire, and the sound of machine guns and rifles filled the air.
Immediately, two or three greenskins were killed by the dense gunfire.
The group then fought and retreated, and three people died, allowing the greenskins to occupy the fortifications. But then someone came up to support them and fired two rounds from a rocket launcher into the fortifications.
After the fight, seven or eight people rushed in together, with bayonets fixed, and fought with the remaining greenskins.
Lacroxia was one of them, and he stabbed one to death with his own hands.
In close combat, humans were of course at a disadvantage. Even though most of the greenskins were injured or killed by the explosion, the remaining four people still killed seven soldiers.
But overall, the exchange ratio between the two sides was only one to one.
In the past, these dozen or so greenskins could kill their entire company.
However, the battle was not over yet. Their position was disrupted, and the greenskins on the opposite side seemed to seize this opportunity and sent more people to attack them.
The moon was dark tonight, but with the help of the searchlight on the position, Lacroxia could clearly see that there were at least fifty greenskins, forming thick black shadows, rushing towards their position.
He was extremely nervous at the time and fired wildly with his comrades.
Everyone seemed to know that there was no way out. They couldn't run away, they couldn't outrun these greenskins.
At this moment, all they were thinking about was to take as many people with them as possible before they died.
But at this moment, a whistling sound came from above their heads!
Lacroxia remembered that before coming to support, the platoon leader seemed to have said that as long as a fight broke out here, the company commander would telegraph to the joint artillery regiment in the rear. As long as they held on, they would be able to get artillery support!
Isn’t it coming?
At least three shells landed in front.
The huge explosion almost deafened my ears.
But Lacroxia was inexplicably excited!
This is called war!
The orcs have thick skin and flesh, but they are still flesh and blood. Under the powerful force of the 155 howitzer, those within a radius of five or six meters of the explosion are completely wiped out; within fifty meters, the shock wave and dense shrapnel are also enough to cause death.
The three shells were fired very accurately. If the greenskins had not been scattered around and knew how to lie down and dodge when the shells came, these three shells would have been enough to kill them all.
But despite this, at least twenty greenskins were killed.
The rest of them howled and climbed up the slope.
But at this moment, more firepower points in the surrounding area reacted and fired frantically at this place. At least ten machine guns were aimed at this place, and there were countless rifles.
The firepower network formed by the G9M light machine gun and the G9A automatic rifle was many times more powerful than the iron rifles they had used in the past. Under the dense shooting of the firepower network, the greenskins finally fell on the way of the charge.
From then on, the whole night and the entire defense line seemed to be lively, as if there were wars everywhere. The sound of gunfire could be faintly heard from as far as ten kilometers away, and the rumbling of artillery was constant.
Lacrosha and his men were also attacked several times afterwards, and they suffered a lot of casualties, especially when the greenskins got within thirty or fifty meters of them. One hit from their crude firearms would kill one of their men.
But how can there be no deaths in war?
Tonight, what Lacrosha can guarantee is that, at least in the position where he is, more greenskins have died than them.
After dawn, the greenskins' offensive stopped.
Counting the losses and results, the greenskins in front had lost more than fifty bodies, of which thirty or forty were killed by artillery and rocket launchers, ten were shot, and five or six were killed by those who rushed up to fight with bayonets.
Lacrosha and his men also lost thirty soldiers.
A new company, bringing their breakfast, took over their place at ten o'clock in the morning.
After fighting all night and losing 30% of their manpower, Lacroxia and his comrades were able to retreat and rest.
He himself didn't feel tired at all. He was even very excited and wanted to fight again!
…
Roasted Axe felt very tired and upset, but he still wanted to fight again.
Fighting, killing, watching blood splatter... this is the green-skinned orcs' biggest hobby, a nature engraved in their genes.
They are savage, violent, and fighting by nature. They are not afraid of death, and the thing they fear most in their lives is not having a fight, and they will be unhappy if they cannot win.
Today is not a very happy day.
In order to avoid losing the fight, Roast Axe had to let his boys retreat temporarily.
Several crazy doctors performed surgery on greenskins with broken arms, legs and heads. If a hand was missing, they would cut off a piece from another greenskin and sew it in; the same goes for missing legs. Some greenskins who had been bombarded by artillery had too many missing parts, but their heads were still there and they were not dead yet, so they would cut off their heads and replace them with a corpse whose body was still intact but whose head was rotten...
Roasted Axe felt a little happier when he saw his men being reassembled one by one.
I like to fight, I am not afraid of death, but that doesn't mean I will fight even if I know I can't win. I live for the next fight. If too many green guys die, it will be difficult to fight later.
He returned to the barracks built from ruins, grabbed a red, crude-looking communicator, and operated it casually twice, trying to contact the boss in the rear.
However, the communicator made a crackling sound and was unable to connect.
Roast Axe became even angrier. He shouted outside, "Kacha! Kacha! Let me in!"
A guy who looked much smaller than him but was actually stronger than the average green-skinned orc walked in with a wrench.
"Boss Roast Axe, what do you want me to do?"
"Fix this thing for me! I need to contact the Meat Tearer!"
"Is this thing broken again?"
Kacha took the communicator from Kaofu, scratched his head, then knocked it a few times with a small hammer and removed a few parts from it with a wrench.
Then, it handed the communicator back to Roast Axe: "I think this should be fine."
The roasting axe didn't care. He fiddled with it a few more times and it actually connected.
He kicked Ka Cha on the butt and kicked the wrench guy away. When he heard the familiar panting sound from the other side, Kaofu couldn't wait to shout: "Meat Tear Boss! I listened to you and led my men to charge once when those shrimps changed their guard! Many guys died, and they didn't rush down. Those shrimps' cannons are too fierce, I want to blow them up too! I want a truck! I want a motorcycle too!"
"No!" The meat-tearing boss refused, "You stay there first! Those who want to fight can go and fight! I heard from the elders that if we wait for a while, we can hold back a big thing, a big bomb! We can't expose it first! When new guys and new fart spirits grow out, and then bring these big bombs, we will kill all those shrimps in one wave!"
"Okay... you're the boss and I'll listen to you." Roasted Axe said sullenly, "But you have to promise me that when the time comes, you must give me more of the Big Explosion!"
"I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!"
…
Pah, the communication was hung up, and the big boss of the Iron Tooth Clan, Tear Meat, took heavy steps and found the elder.
He was an old orc, and his teeth were almost all gone.
Old orcs are rare among greenskins. Orcs who can't fight won't live long, and greenskins don't have the traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young.
But then again, if a greenskin can live to a very old age and still hold an important position in the clan, it means that he must be special and is definitely not as weak as his appearance.
When facing the elders, Tear of Flesh, as the boss of the entire clan, will also maintain some respect - this is not easy for the greenskins.
"When will our big bomber be ready?" asked Sirou. "Those guys kept asking for support. If it doesn't work, I can only ask them to withdraw. Some of the new guys are pretty strong. They beat the shit out of them!"
The elder thought for a moment and said, "We still have to keep fighting. More deaths, more WAAAGHs, more little guys, more deaths, more WAAAAGHs, more little guys, and more deaths... Then we will win! We can all become bigger orcs! The guys on the front line need to work harder. If that doesn't work, send more fart elves up there. There are too many fart elves. We don't need that many. The new mushrooms are almost grown, but we still need more land to grow more mushrooms."
(End of this chapter)
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