Chapter 153, Tribe (7K words, please subscribe!)
If there was a reliable friendly force to help attract attention from the front, the five Space Marines of Phoenix might have a chance to succeed. But at this moment, the friendly force around them was only 28 soldiers of the Storm Squadron.
Although they were also elite, asking twenty-eight of them to face off against an enemy fifty times their number and to draw the attention of the Space Marines head-on... that was impossible, not even if they all died.
What's more, even if we can attract their hatred head-on, it would be difficult to suddenly attack and behead them.
That greenskin leader looks very strong.
He was wearing heavy equipment, and his entire body was over three meters tall. The modified hot weapons and cold weapons all looked exaggerated. The heavy armor was definitely not something that could be easily broken.
Martins and his men were well-informed. After evaluating the strength of this monster, even a veteran Space Marine could not defeat it in a one-on-one fight. Only the five of them could rush at its face at the same time to ensure a quick and undelayed kill. However, if there was a slight problem in the middle link and they were delayed, the surrounding greenskins would continue to support them, and they might be trapped inside and unable to get out.
Forget it, forget it.
They will focus on monitoring and wait for Governor Gu to come with the main force. By then, with a large force pushing in, the five of them can take action in the chaos, and their chances will be much better.
There is no need to engage in adventurism now.
However, they stopped and the greenskins seemed to have discovered them.
The eye-catching orc boss cast his eyes from afar towards where they were hiding.
Martins frowned.
"Why were we discovered?"
He was really confused.
Could it be that I haven't fought with the greenskins for a while and my senses have deteriorated?
But after thinking about it carefully, there was nothing wrong with their actions. The elite members of the Storm Squad also did a good job. They shouldn't be discovered so easily.
"I don't know how they found out," Schneider said. "I just know we're in trouble."
Get ready for a fight... what the hell!
If thirty people were to fight against a thousand orcs with heavy equipment and a leader, they would be courting death.
The right thing to do is to run away while the distance between the two sides is still far!
However, as they fled, they soon learned what had discovered them.
Of course, it was also a green-skinned orc, standing next to the orc boss. Its hunched body did not look tall, and it did not have any exaggerated weapons or equipment on it. The overall appearance was very ordinary. The only unusual thing was that it held a silver-gray metal stick in its hand, which should not be a product of green-skin technology, but its upper part was decorated with animal teeth and multi-colored paint, full of green-skinned orc style.
The old orc pointed his scepter towards the location of the Space Marines.
A sense of impending danger made them start to dodge immediately.
At this moment, a red beam of light shot straight towards them.
The Marines were fine, but the light pierced through the bodies of two Stormtroopers.
The alloy-plastic bulletproof plates under the military uniforms had almost no effect, and fist-sized, penetrating holes were burned on the bodies of the two soldiers.
The beam of light passed through the two people's bodies and went far out until it hit the wall of ruins in the distance and disappeared.
The two men fell to the ground helplessly, their bodies twitching and struggling on the ground.
They are not dead yet, but they are definitely going to die.
No one could save them, and when they had to retreat, they couldn't take with them two wounded men who would surely die within a few minutes at most.
This cannot be considered as abandoning comrades, but it is inevitable that morale will be low when running away.
However, despite being free of encumbrance, their escape was still not smooth.
The hunchbacked old orc kept releasing beams of light from his hands, one of which would come every few minutes.
This concentrated energy beam has extremely strong penetrating power, and even Space Marines cannot ignore its lethality. If hit twice, the power armor will be damaged; three times may be fatal.
It doesn't even need to hit the same place. After two shots, the defense of the entire armor will decrease due to structural changes, which is enough for the third shot to cause fatal damage.
But fortunately, although the old orc's attack range was very long, it still maintained a terrible killing effect at a distance of two kilometers.
However, he didn't have a high-power scope, nor did he have the ability to aim and shoot. Although the beam wouldn't have a trajectory deviation problem due to the long distance, it would be useless if he couldn't aim accurately. The reason why the first shot was fatal was that the team hadn't had time to completely disperse their formation, and the distance between them was a little too close, so it was easy to hit them with a random shot, which caused the two storm squads to suffer a fatal blow.
But at this moment, when they started moving and their formation became more dispersed, it became less easy to hit them.
What's more, they are not without the ability to resist.
The grenade launchers and electromagnetic rifles in the hands of the Storm Team both have the ability to kill the enemy at a distance of two kilometers - although there will be a significant attenuation, it is still fatal if hit.
T3 level soldiers are already very reliable in terms of shooting accuracy, not to mention the Space Marines whose abilities cannot be demonstrated by T. They even have combat assistance systems built into their power armor to help them complete their shooting tasks more accurately.
Even though the guns in their hands were not sniper models specifically designed for long-range killing, they were still able to threaten the old orc at a distance of two thousand meters.
However, they were unable to successfully shoot it, and only a few greenskins who accidentally blocked the gun died.
The old orc was also quite cunning. After finding out that he had become a target, he did not bite the bullet and engage in a shootout with the Space Marines and Stormtroopers, but instead hid behind the orc general.
This is a large bunker. Even a grenade launcher cannot penetrate the armor on his body at a distance of two thousand meters, let alone hurt the old orc behind him.
But at the same time, hiding made it less likely for him to be killed by grenade launchers or electromagnetic rifles, but he could no longer pose a threat to the fleeing humans.
However, the situation faced by humans has not improved much.
A considerable part of the entire greenskin army has started to move.
Armored trucks and killing tanks were all in action, chasing after them. Even the orc warlord personally took part in the battle.
Bullets continued to hit them from a distance of two thousand meters.
The tattered guns in the hands of those green-skinned guys were firing loudly and it was very lively, but their bullets could not reach a distance of more than 2,000 meters and fell to the ground halfway, not to mention accuracy.
But the greenskins are not without weapons that can threaten them at this distance.
Not to mention the iron barrel cannon, that thing has poor accuracy. Although it is powerful, even if you want to use a cannon to kill a mosquito, you have to be able to hit it.
The large machine guns on the armed trucks and the multi-barreled machine guns equipped with killing tanks can still pose a threat at a distance of more than two kilometers.
The weapons of the green-skinned orcs are hardly accurate, however, when the bullets are fired at in an extremely dense manner, as long as the general direction is correct, the bullets will still be lethal at a distance of two kilometers. Then, due to the huge number, even stray bullets are enough to be a threat.
While fleeing, soldiers from the Storm Squad kept falling down.
At this moment, turning around and firing back was not particularly meaningful, as they could neither kill all the enemies nor repel them.
Just keep running.
Of course, there is no way to escape.
If the Space Marines retreated at full speed, there might still be hope, but those elite soldiers of the Storm Squadron would definitely not be able to escape.
But even for the Space Marines, the chances of running away are actually very low. After all, if they run at full speed, they will leave their backs to the enemy to attack at will. If there is a weakest part of the Space Marines' power armor, it must be the back.
To die with your back to the enemy is undoubtedly a huge shame for a Space Marine.
Moreover, even if they gave up their honor and their allies and fled with all their might in order to preserve the flame of the regiment, they might not necessarily have a good ending.
Before they completely escaped the enemy's attack range and pursuit, one of the five of them would probably fall, paying with his or her own life in order to escape, and there would be no chance to recover the gene seed.
At the moment, although they were still retreating, sometimes they were facing the enemy while firing, and sometimes they were hiding behind a slope or a ruined building to temporarily stop the bullets from coming...
If we retreat in this way, we will definitely not be able to run fast.
On the contrary, even if the road is rough, the armed truck has six wheels after all. Even if the wheels can't move in some places, the speed will not be much slower if they take a detour.
As for walking mechas like the killing tank, there is even less of a problem.
Although Martins and Schneider worked together and killed a killing tank at a distance of more than a thousand meters through sudden concentrated fire from grenade launchers, it did not quench their thirst.
As they fought and retreated, they could only try their best to block the enemy's pursuit speed. They could not escape in a straight line. On the one hand, they had to avoid firepower, and on the other hand, they had to be careful not to be surrounded by armed trucks that took a detour.
They now fully understood that being caught up was inevitable.
But that doesn't mean it's all hopeless.
Although there was no communication between them, Martins believed that his comrades had the same idea as him: they wanted to find a place that was easy to defend and then hold on until reinforcements arrived.
Although I don’t know how long I have to hold on, this option is more reliable than running away.
Of course, they also have to be prepared for the worst-case scenario: total annihilation.
But what can we do? That's what war is like.
Especially when dealing with this orc clan that has surpassed the level of ordinary wild greenskins, who knows which will come first, the accident or the victory?
In the middle, they did find some places suitable for defense: they were several large, sturdy buildings with three or four stories.
Although this place is no longer the core fire projection zone of orbital strikes, the fact that the buildings here have been able to stand for hundreds of years and survive the aftermath of the orbital bombardment, which is almost like an earthquake, proves that those pre-war buildings are strong enough.
If they retreat into high-rise buildings and fight inside, it will be difficult for the armored trucks to drive in, and the killing tanks will also be inconvenient to move. The area they need to defend is only a section in front of them. They will not be on flat ground and need to face bullets from all directions.
But those tall buildings are still not the best choice.
They were worried that the greenskins would use explosives to blow them up in a targeted manner, and they would still be attacked from all sides - if the enemy climbed up using ladders.
Martins and his men are still looking for a more suitable place to hold their ground.
Although no one knows whether the last abandoned high-rise building that seemed to be defensible is the most suitable location to be found next; and no one knows whether the next one will be worse, but in order to maximize the defensive advantage, they can only try to keep looking.
This time, the emperor seemed to have heard their faithful prayers, and their luck suddenly changed for the better.
A soldier discovered an underground space among the ruins of a building.
This kind of basement is very suitable for holding out. Although there is still a risk of collapse due to bombing, as long as it is deep and strong enough, the risk of collapse is smaller than the risk of high-rise buildings being blown up.
As for other aspects, they are almost all advantages.
There is only one entrance, which makes it easy to defend; the space inside is more limited, so there will be fewer enemies at the same time, and the enemy cannot take advantage of numbers; if the space is narrow, even things like killing cans cannot get in, which is even better.
If it really doesn't work, seal the entrance. Although you can't get out, at least you don't have to worry about being conquered for a long time. After a day, the Governor's army will come, and it may be much safer outside. They wear power armor and dig out with their bare hands. After a few days of digging, they may be able to dig out.
Anyway, it’s better than waiting to die.
The only question is whether the underground space is deep enough?
If it's a small basement and once you get in, someone rushes in through the entrance and you're stuck inside with no space to move around, that would be very dangerous.
However, after just passing by and taking a quick look at the underground entrance, Martins dispelled his concerns: This is not a basement at all, it is an underground research institute!
You can tell by the heavy, solid round iron door at the entrance.
In the past, this iron door should have been powered, otherwise it would have been impossible to close or open it manually. But now, it was just open there, and the power had long since failed.
There was no room for hesitation, Martins chose to enter.
Five Space Marines, plus the 21 surviving Stormtroopers, stepped into this underground space.
At Martins' signal, a small team of elite soldiers explored deeper. They had to find out what was going on inside, and where they could retreat if the battle went badly. In addition, they also had to find out if there were other entrances and exits to help them escape, or guard them to prevent the greenskins from getting stabbed in the ass.
The rest of the people stayed about 20 meters inside the entrance, and temporarily brought anything they could pick up, such as broken bricks, building boards... In short, they urgently built a position.
They have to guard the entrance, delay time as much as possible and kill the enemy.
But they didn't have much time. Just two minutes later, enemies appeared at the entrance.
They were just a few greenskins. It seemed that they were on an armored truck that couldn't get through, so they let go of the infantry on the truck.
As soon as they showed their heads, they were killed without mercy.
The entrance was only thirty meters away, and the elite soldiers of the Space Marines and Storm Troopers were able to hit their targets with every shot. The most important thing was that the weapons in their hands were not as weak as the G9 series rifles. The bolt gun was enough to kill the green-skinned boy with one shot, and the electromagnetic rifle would only take a few more shots.
In other words, if those greenskins only used infantry to attack, they would probably not be able to take it down even if they were all killed.
The Space Marines had nearly 300 rounds of ammunition per person, and the Storm Troopers also had at least 180 rounds of ammunition.
Use it sparingly and aim more accurately, and it should be able to hold up.
The green-skinned orcs also understood this - even if they didn't understand, when they couldn't get in the killing tank, they mobilized the iron barrel cannon to blow up the lower entrance, and gathered twenty guys to rush in, but in the end no one came out alive, they naturally understood it.
They did not continue to send people in to die, which gave Martins and others time to catch their breath.
But he also knew that this was the calm before the storm.
It was already late at night, but they didn't dare to rest.
An attempt was made to contact Governor Gu, but the wireless communication was lost.
I'm afraid the greenskins have the technology to block communication information.
In short, they don't have many choices now, and they can only hold on by taking advantage of the geographical location.
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The orc elder Gorgon looked angrily at the flesh tearer in front of him, who was much stronger and bigger than him, and wished he could kill him.
But it doesn't work.
He couldn't beat the flesh tearer.
He couldn't even sit and watch the flesh being torn to death.
He knew that those hiding were "canned animals". In his distant memory, he had seen such canned animals, killing orc boys was as easy as an orc killing a fart spirit.
Flesh Tear was already the strongest warrior in the tribe, but based on his past memories, he could judge that if Flesh Tear rushed in recklessly, he might be able to kill one or two cans, but he would eventually die there.
Flesh Tear couldn't die. If he died, the more than 1,000 guys who had finally gathered together would immediately fall into collapse again. There were five or six orc bosses of equal status below, and they only obeyed Flesh Tear who was stronger and greener than them. Once Flesh Tear died, there would be a bloody struggle among them. They would bring their boys to fight each other and would not care about other things until only the last one was left.
Normally, Gorgon wouldn't mind this, but not now.
He also needs the clan to continue to exist.
He could only persuade her earnestly: "Why don't you listen to me? When have I ever lied to you?"
"No matter what you say!" Sirou was still so stubborn, "I must kill all those shrimps! I won't leave until they are all killed! All my guys are dead, the military factory is gone, the farm is gone, but I haven't killed a single shrimp with my own hands! This is absolutely not okay!"
"But we will all die here!" Gorgon growled. "Those shrimps have killed Roast Axe and all the guys ahead, and they are coming to kill us! We must leave now, this is not the time to fight! When we have more guys and more big guns, we will kill these shrimps!"
After a pause, the orc elder Gorgon pointed to the tunnel entrance in the distance, which was almost invisible in the darkness, and continued, "A few years ago, I was dug out from there. After I killed those shrimps who dug me out, I carefully explored the place. It's very strong. You can only charge from the front, but there are cans guarding it, so even you can't rush in..."
Having said this, Gorgon suddenly stopped talking.
He saw that Tear Meat's eyes were full of cruelty, staring at him.
He seemed to have made a mistake. He just told the strongest leader in the tribe that he could not do it.
And this is something that most orc bosses would never believe.
The huge Flesh Tearer lowered his head and looked at the extremely old Gorgon.
Tear Meat said, "I am the boss, I don't need to listen to you. I am the biggest in the tribe, the greenest, there is nothing I can't kill."
At this, his mechanical arm grabbed the Gorgon's throat and lifted his decayed body to his feet. "You are too old and too weak. I have had enough of your words. I will keep your head and let you watch me tear those shrimps into pieces."
Gorgon hissed, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn't say anything.
Flesh Tearer no longer wanted to listen to him, and with a single effort of his mechanized arm, he twisted Gorgon's throat.
The light in Gorgon's eyes quickly disappeared.
At this moment, he remembered a lot of things.
He was originally just an ordinary craftsman from the Iron Tooth Clan. He was born on a warm planet, which his clan had completely conquered. The few remaining shrimps were kept in captivity as food, slaves, and tools for entertainment...
Then, some shrimp came.
The clan's warships were destroyed, and many cans fell from the sky, and together with many shrimps, they suddenly attacked and destroyed the anti-orbital guns on the planet. Then the shrimps used countless artillery fire to baptize the entire planet up and down many times.
All the greenskins he knew died, and he was lucky to survive.
But afterwards, he was captured.
Then, after many twists and turns, he came here and was locked up in an underground research institute not far away, where he stayed for who knows how many years.
He was dissected, but the green skin's tenacious vitality allowed him to survive again and again after simple stitches; he was injected with all kinds of inexplicable liquids and was used as a test subject for various experiments...
But suddenly one day, everything stopped.
He was stuffed into a freezer. It was very cold and he quickly lost consciousness.
When he regained his memory, a few ragged shrimps appeared in front of him. They had never seen a creature like him, and after he recovered his strength, he broke the glass coffin that contained him and killed all the shrimps.
But he had forgotten a lot of things, such as how to make a cannon, how to make a killing jar...he only remembered these recently.
Then, he went out and encountered many monsters. He fought with those monsters and hunted them for food, and in the process, he also shed blood.
Within a year, some green plants began to grow in the place where he bled, and Squiggles, Fart Sprites, and other green-skinned guys began to grow gradually.
He was happy, he was no longer alone, he had someone to fight with and accompany him.
He still remembered that among the new guys, there was one he liked the most, a guy called Meat Tearer.
The boy lived up to his expectations and became the first boss.
They gathered all the boys together, and Gorgon established their tribe according to the appearance of the clan in his memory, and gave this tribe the same name as before - the Iron Tooth Clan.
Over the years, the tribe grew in number and they began to expand outward until they encountered many shrimps.
He was very happy. Fighting with shrimps was the most interesting thing.
As the tribe fights, it will become stronger and stronger. The boys will fight and die, and those who survive will become bigger and greener, and those who die will grow more green skin... until they are more and more numerous and stronger, and then the Flesh Tearer will cause a huge 'waaagh', and the Irontooth Clan will sweep across the entire planet, making it exactly like the planet where he was born.
More than a month ago, a more powerful shrimp appeared.
Gorgon was not only not worried, but even more excited. In the fierce battle, the 'waaagh' force field became thicker and thicker, and Fleshtear became bigger and bigger. As he wandered in it, he also remembered many technologies that he had forgotten. He recreated the killing can and the fear can, and even made a set of warlord armor for Fleshtear.
But... why is there another thing similar to the one that destroyed the Iron Tooth Clan falling from the sky?
Gorgon couldn't understand.
It would be great if we could also build a big ship that can fly outside the planet.
This was the last thought in his mind.
The last sound he heard was the roar of tearing flesh.
Then, his consciousness fell into darkness.
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Martins and Schneider looked solemn when they saw the flesh being torn.
At such a close distance, they were finally able to confirm that this was an orc warrior.
From their past combat experience, they clearly understood how strong this thing could be:
An average Space Marine cannot last more than three hits against an Ork Warlord; to defeat him in a duel, one needs at least a company champion.
At this moment, along with this orc warrior, there came a sudden swarm of green-skinned orcs, so many that they could not be counted for a moment, but they could not all squeeze in because the entrance was not wide enough.
Martins and Schneider looked at each other, and what they saw in each other's eyes was not fear, but surprise.
The opportunity has come!
Don’t be afraid of the orc general appearing. As long as he appears, it will be a great opportunity!
It takes a company champion to kill an orc warlord.
Isn't that a coincidence?
Company champions, there are two of them here.
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