Chapter 145, more deaths, more waaagh!
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Hong Xin Bu
Chapter 145, more deaths, more waaagh!
Earo Lacroxa felt that the war seemed to have changed.
In other words, this is considered a war, and it used to be a small fight.
He came from a tribe of wandering survivors, and staying in the tribe was a bit hard to eat. Under the leadership of a senior, more than a dozen teenagers left the tribe, followed a traveler to Trash Town, and joined an adventure group among.
It is said to be an adventure group, but it is actually an armed trash guy.On credit, they got more than a dozen guns from the peddler, and they started their scavenging career.
Not daring to take risks, they searched for some metal scraps in the safe area outside the garbage town, picked up some hot limestone, made up a day's supply, brought them back to the garbage town, and exchanged them for food.
Every day's harvest, after buying food and repaying a little gun loan owed, there is nothing left.
And if there is a battle, such as some mutant monsters that are occasionally encountered in the ruins of the city, you have to save a little on shooting, and the bullets are very expensive.
Life during that time had no hope, no future.But he didn't feel so sad, it was good to have something to eat.For a long time in the past, he didn't know what it was like to have a full meal.
He and his companions have been in Garbage Town for two years.Just when he thought he would hang around like this for the rest of his life until he couldn't do it anymore, he met Greenskin.
Of the dozen or so fellow villagers, only six survived, and the rest, including his senior who brought them out, were all buried in the hands of the green skins.
If it's just casualties, that's fine, but those fellow villagers died too badly.Those green skins devoured people alive right in front of their faces, smashing their heads open and eating their brains.
He wanted to snatch the body back, but he didn't dare, and was dragged back.
Some of the living people completely gave up their jobs as scavengers and adventurers because of that scene, but he and the other two brothers never forgot that scene.
After hearing the name of the Beast Slaughter Group, they joined it.
It's ashamed to say that they obviously want to avenge those green skins, but after the three of them came in and fought for four months, he was the only one who survived, but only one green skin was killed by himself.
In the past, when they found trouble with green skins, they could only find a way to find a small group of targets, two or three at most.But even so, they would have to gather 50 people before they dared to do anything.
There is no advantage for the iron tube rifle to shoot against those green skins. It has a similar range but far worse power. Ordinary people are not like those green skins who can take many bullets.Therefore, the people of the Beast Slaughter Group had no choice but to find ideas elsewhere.
Modified firearms, increased caliber, increased charge.Although this will seriously reduce the reliability of the firearms, the power of the bullets has indeed increased; equipped with a big knife and a spear, after those green skins get close, at least they have a handy weapon to resist.The green skin can tear three or four people apart, and there will always be six or seven spears piercing its body.
Everyone said that the Beast Slaughter Squad had a special way to beat the green skins, but in Lacroxa's view, what was the special way?Stronger courage, full of hatred hidden in the bottom of my heart, many-to-one who is not afraid of death.They often cost ten lives to kill two or three greenskins.
Nothing more than that.
But it's different now.
Earlier, when the team leader talked to him and asked if he wanted to accept the adaptation, he thought very simple: the salary is better than before, and he can get better equipment, and he can continue to play green skins. Is there anything wrong with that?
But what he didn't expect was that after accepting the adaptation, the whole way of fighting had changed.
After a few days of rest in the barracks, and a round of training under the governor's gaze, he felt as if he understood a lot all of a sudden.
Shooting posture, military skills, building positions, team coordination, armor coordination, artillery coordination...
Those few days were miraculous, my mind suddenly became clear, and I could understand any principles and skills once I practiced them.
Coming to the front line again, he was captain... oh, and now squad leader.
Under the leadership of the squad leader, a total of ten people built two firepower points.They are all built with common building fragments and broken bricks on the ruins. They are located on a small slope and can form a condescending attack point.
And there are several such firepower points separated by a short distance, which are built by other soldiers of the same company to ensure that they can form crossfire with each other and can support each other smoothly.
This knowledge is just acquired.In the past, they could only fool around with experience, and they couldn't build positions so effectively.
And these positions immediately had an effect.
A team of about a dozen green skins sneaked up in the dark, and when the sentry found out, they had already arrived not far from a fortification.
The sound of gunfire woke everyone up. Several soldiers stationed there began to resist with all their strength. The brothers next door who were able to provide fire support also opened fire immediately, and machine guns and rifles rang out.
Immediately, two or three green skins were killed by the dense bullets.
The team then retreated while fighting, and three people died, allowing the greenskins to occupy the fortification, but then there were support staff who went up and fired two rounds into it with a rocket launcher.
After the fight was over, seven or eight people rushed in together, bayoneted, and fought with the only remaining green skins.
Lacroxia was one of them, and he stabbed one with his own hands.
Humans are of course at a disadvantage in close combat. Even if most of the greenskins were injured and killed, the remaining four 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 green skins could kill their entire company.
However, the battle is not over yet.Their position was disrupted here, and the greenskins on the opposite side seemed to seize this opportunity, throwing in more manpower, and launched an attack on their side.
It was dark tonight, but with the help of the searchlights on the position, Lacroxa clearly saw that there were at least fifty green skins, forming many black shadows, rushing towards their position.
At that time, he was extremely nervous and fired wildly with his comrades.
Everyone seems to know that there seems to be no way out.They can't even run, they can't outrun these green skins.
At this moment, what they are thinking about is to try their best to take away one by one before they die.
But at this moment, whistling sound came from the top of their heads!
Lacroxia remembered that before coming to support, the platoon leader seemed to have said that as long as there was a fight here, the company commander would telegraph the joint artillery regiment behind.As long as you stick to it, you can get artillery support!
Isn't this coming!
At least three shells fell to the front.
The huge explosion sound almost deafened the ears.
But Lacroxia was inexplicably excited!
This is called fighting!
Orcs have rough skin and thick flesh, but they are still flesh and blood. Under the power of the 155mm howitzer, those within a radius of five or six meters from the explosion have no bones left; within 50 meters, shock waves and dense shrapnel are enough to kill lethality.
The three shells were very accurate, if it wasn't for the fact that those green skins were scattered and knew how to lie down and dodge when the shells came, these three shells would be enough to kill them all.
But even so, at least twenty greenskins were finished.
The rest, howling, got up and continued to rush up the slope.
But at this moment, more firepower points in the surrounding area reacted and fired wildly at this place. At least ten machine guns were aimed at this place, and countless rifles were aimed at it.
The firepower network formed by the G9M light machine gun and the G9A automatic rifle is many times higher than the iron-barrel rifle they used to carry.Under the intensive shooting of the firepower net, those green skins finally fell on the way of charging.
From then on, the entire night and the entire line of defense seemed to be lively. It seemed that there were wars everywhere. Gunshots could be faintly heard from as far as ten kilometers away, and the rumble of cannons continued.
Lacroxia and the others suffered several attacks afterwards, and they also suffered a lot of casualties, especially when they were approached by those green skins at a distance of 50 meters. One person must die on one's own side.
But where is the undead in war?
Tonight, what Lacroxia can guarantee is that at least in his position, those green skins will die more than them.
After dawn, the greenskins' offensive stopped.
Counting the losses and the results of the battle, the green skins in front lost more than fifty corpses, of which thirty or forty were killed by artillery and bazookas, ten were shot dead, and five or six were dead. They rushed up to fight the bayonet and were killed by them.
On Lacroxia's side, they also lost thirty soldiers.
A new company, with their breakfast, took their place at ten o'clock in the morning.
Lacroxia and his comrades, after fighting all night and losing 30% of their vitality, were able to retreat and rest first.
He himself didn't feel tired, he was even very excited, and wanted to fight again!
……
Roast Ax felt very tired and bored, but he still wanted to fight again.
Fighting, fighting, watching blood splatter... This is the biggest hobby of the green-skinned orcs, and it is the nature engraved in their genes.
They are savage, violent, fighting by nature, not afraid of death, the most feared thing in life is not fighting, and not winning will make them unhappy.
Today is not very happy.
In order not to lose the fight, Roast Ax could only temporarily let his boys back.
Several crazy doctors, and then operated on the green boy who lost his limbs and head.For missing hands, cut one from another greenskin and sew it on; the same for missing feet.Some green skins that have been blasted by cannons really lack a lot of parts, but the head is still not dead, so they cut off the head and replace it with a body that is still intact but the head is rotten...
Roast Ax was a little happier watching his boys being reassembled one by one.
I like to fight, and I am not afraid of death, but it doesn't mean I know if I can't win, I will fight.Live for the next fight, die too many green boys, then it will be hard to fight later.
He returned to the barracks built from the ruins, copied a red communicator that looked so rough that it had no structure at all, and operated it a few times casually, wanting to contact the boss behind.
However, the communicator made a rattling sound, but failed to connect.
Roast Ax got even angrier, he shouted outside: "Kacha! Kacha! Come in!"
A guy who looked much thinner 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 want to contact Boss Tear!"
"Is this thing broken again?"
Kacha took the communicator from Roast Axe, scratched his head, then hit it a few times with a small hammer, and then used a wrench to remove a few parts from it.
Then, it handed the communicator to Roast Ax again: "I think it should be fine like this."
Roast Ax didn't care, he fiddled with it a few more times, and it was really connected.
He kicked Kacha's ass and kicked the wrench boy away. After the familiar panting sound came from over there, Roast Ax couldn't wait to shout: "Boss tearing meat! I listen to you. I led someone to charge once when those shrimps were changing defenses! Many boys died, but they didn’t rush down. Those shrimps’ cannons are too fierce, I want to explode! I want a truck! I want a motorcycle! "
"No!" The meat tearing boss refused, "You stay there first! Boys who want to fight, fight! I heard from the elders that if you wait for a while, you will be able to hold back a big thing and blow it up! You can't be exposed first! When the new kid and the new fart have grown up, and then bring these big fried chickens, we will kill all those shrimps in one wave!"
"Okay...you are the boss who listens to you." Roast Ax said in a muffled voice, "but you have to promise me that when the time comes, you must give me more points!"
"Give it to you, give it to you!"
……
Paji, hang up the communication, the big boss of the Iron Tooth Clan: Tear Flesh, took heavy steps, and found the elder.
It was an old orc with nearly all his teeth gone.
Among the greenskins, old orcs are not common.It is not easy for an orc who can't fight to live for a long time. Green skins don't have the traditional virtues of respecting the old and loving the young.
But then again, if a green skin can live to a very old age and still have a pivotal position in the clan, it means that it must have something special, and it is by no means unbeatable like its appearance.
When facing the elders, as the boss of the entire clan, Tear Flesh would also maintain some respect—this is not easy for the green skins.
"When will our big bombs be ready?" Tirou asked, "Those boys keep asking and asking for support. If it doesn't work, I can only let them withdraw. The newcomer It’s pretty good after eating some dried shrimps, those boys were beaten to the brim!”
The elder thought for a while, and said: "We still have to continue fighting, more deaths, more WAAAGHs, more boys, more deaths, more WAAAGHs, more boys, more deaths... Then we will win! We can all become bigger orcs! The boys on the front line need to work harder, if not, send more farts up, there are too many farts, we don't need so many. The new mushrooms are about to grow But we still need more land to grow more mushrooms."
(End of this chapter)
Earo Lacroxa felt that the war seemed to have changed.
In other words, this is considered a war, and it used to be a small fight.
He came from a tribe of wandering survivors, and staying in the tribe was a bit hard to eat. Under the leadership of a senior, more than a dozen teenagers left the tribe, followed a traveler to Trash Town, and joined an adventure group among.
It is said to be an adventure group, but it is actually an armed trash guy.On credit, they got more than a dozen guns from the peddler, and they started their scavenging career.
Not daring to take risks, they searched for some metal scraps in the safe area outside the garbage town, picked up some hot limestone, made up a day's supply, brought them back to the garbage town, and exchanged them for food.
Every day's harvest, after buying food and repaying a little gun loan owed, there is nothing left.
And if there is a battle, such as some mutant monsters that are occasionally encountered in the ruins of the city, you have to save a little on shooting, and the bullets are very expensive.
Life during that time had no hope, no future.But he didn't feel so sad, it was good to have something to eat.For a long time in the past, he didn't know what it was like to have a full meal.
He and his companions have been in Garbage Town for two years.Just when he thought he would hang around like this for the rest of his life until he couldn't do it anymore, he met Greenskin.
Of the dozen or so fellow villagers, only six survived, and the rest, including his senior who brought them out, were all buried in the hands of the green skins.
If it's just casualties, that's fine, but those fellow villagers died too badly.Those green skins devoured people alive right in front of their faces, smashing their heads open and eating their brains.
He wanted to snatch the body back, but he didn't dare, and was dragged back.
Some of the living people completely gave up their jobs as scavengers and adventurers because of that scene, but he and the other two brothers never forgot that scene.
After hearing the name of the Beast Slaughter Group, they joined it.
It's ashamed to say that they obviously want to avenge those green skins, but after the three of them came in and fought for four months, he was the only one who survived, but only one green skin was killed by himself.
In the past, when they found trouble with green skins, they could only find a way to find a small group of targets, two or three at most.But even so, they would have to gather 50 people before they dared to do anything.
There is no advantage for the iron tube rifle to shoot against those green skins. It has a similar range but far worse power. Ordinary people are not like those green skins who can take many bullets.Therefore, the people of the Beast Slaughter Group had no choice but to find ideas elsewhere.
Modified firearms, increased caliber, increased charge.Although this will seriously reduce the reliability of the firearms, the power of the bullets has indeed increased; equipped with a big knife and a spear, after those green skins get close, at least they have a handy weapon to resist.The green skin can tear three or four people apart, and there will always be six or seven spears piercing its body.
Everyone said that the Beast Slaughter Squad had a special way to beat the green skins, but in Lacroxa's view, what was the special way?Stronger courage, full of hatred hidden in the bottom of my heart, many-to-one who is not afraid of death.They often cost ten lives to kill two or three greenskins.
Nothing more than that.
But it's different now.
Earlier, when the team leader talked to him and asked if he wanted to accept the adaptation, he thought very simple: the salary is better than before, and he can get better equipment, and he can continue to play green skins. Is there anything wrong with that?
But what he didn't expect was that after accepting the adaptation, the whole way of fighting had changed.
After a few days of rest in the barracks, and a round of training under the governor's gaze, he felt as if he understood a lot all of a sudden.
Shooting posture, military skills, building positions, team coordination, armor coordination, artillery coordination...
Those few days were miraculous, my mind suddenly became clear, and I could understand any principles and skills once I practiced them.
Coming to the front line again, he was captain... oh, and now squad leader.
Under the leadership of the squad leader, a total of ten people built two firepower points.They are all built with common building fragments and broken bricks on the ruins. They are located on a small slope and can form a condescending attack point.
And there are several such firepower points separated by a short distance, which are built by other soldiers of the same company to ensure that they can form crossfire with each other and can support each other smoothly.
This knowledge is just acquired.In the past, they could only fool around with experience, and they couldn't build positions so effectively.
And these positions immediately had an effect.
A team of about a dozen green skins sneaked up in the dark, and when the sentry found out, they had already arrived not far from a fortification.
The sound of gunfire woke everyone up. Several soldiers stationed there began to resist with all their strength. The brothers next door who were able to provide fire support also opened fire immediately, and machine guns and rifles rang out.
Immediately, two or three green skins were killed by the dense bullets.
The team then retreated while fighting, and three people died, allowing the greenskins to occupy the fortification, but then there were support staff who went up and fired two rounds into it with a rocket launcher.
After the fight was over, seven or eight people rushed in together, bayoneted, and fought with the only remaining green skins.
Lacroxia was one of them, and he stabbed one with his own hands.
Humans are of course at a disadvantage in close combat. Even if most of the greenskins were injured and killed, the remaining four 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 green skins could kill their entire company.
However, the battle is not over yet.Their position was disrupted here, and the greenskins on the opposite side seemed to seize this opportunity, throwing in more manpower, and launched an attack on their side.
It was dark tonight, but with the help of the searchlights on the position, Lacroxa clearly saw that there were at least fifty green skins, forming many black shadows, rushing towards their position.
At that time, he was extremely nervous and fired wildly with his comrades.
Everyone seems to know that there seems to be no way out.They can't even run, they can't outrun these green skins.
At this moment, what they are thinking about is to try their best to take away one by one before they die.
But at this moment, whistling sound came from the top of their heads!
Lacroxia remembered that before coming to support, the platoon leader seemed to have said that as long as there was a fight here, the company commander would telegraph the joint artillery regiment behind.As long as you stick to it, you can get artillery support!
Isn't this coming!
At least three shells fell to the front.
The huge explosion sound almost deafened the ears.
But Lacroxia was inexplicably excited!
This is called fighting!
Orcs have rough skin and thick flesh, but they are still flesh and blood. Under the power of the 155mm howitzer, those within a radius of five or six meters from the explosion have no bones left; within 50 meters, shock waves and dense shrapnel are enough to kill lethality.
The three shells were very accurate, if it wasn't for the fact that those green skins were scattered and knew how to lie down and dodge when the shells came, these three shells would be enough to kill them all.
But even so, at least twenty greenskins were finished.
The rest, howling, got up and continued to rush up the slope.
But at this moment, more firepower points in the surrounding area reacted and fired wildly at this place. At least ten machine guns were aimed at this place, and countless rifles were aimed at it.
The firepower network formed by the G9M light machine gun and the G9A automatic rifle is many times higher than the iron-barrel rifle they used to carry.Under the intensive shooting of the firepower net, those green skins finally fell on the way of charging.
From then on, the entire night and the entire line of defense seemed to be lively. It seemed that there were wars everywhere. Gunshots could be faintly heard from as far as ten kilometers away, and the rumble of cannons continued.
Lacroxia and the others suffered several attacks afterwards, and they also suffered a lot of casualties, especially when they were approached by those green skins at a distance of 50 meters. One person must die on one's own side.
But where is the undead in war?
Tonight, what Lacroxia can guarantee is that at least in his position, those green skins will die more than them.
After dawn, the greenskins' offensive stopped.
Counting the losses and the results of the battle, the green skins in front lost more than fifty corpses, of which thirty or forty were killed by artillery and bazookas, ten were shot dead, and five or six were dead. They rushed up to fight the bayonet and were killed by them.
On Lacroxia's side, they also lost thirty soldiers.
A new company, with their breakfast, took their place at ten o'clock in the morning.
Lacroxia and his comrades, after fighting all night and losing 30% of their vitality, were able to retreat and rest first.
He himself didn't feel tired, he was even very excited, and wanted to fight again!
……
Roast Ax felt very tired and bored, but he still wanted to fight again.
Fighting, fighting, watching blood splatter... This is the biggest hobby of the green-skinned orcs, and it is the nature engraved in their genes.
They are savage, violent, fighting by nature, not afraid of death, the most feared thing in life is not fighting, and not winning will make them unhappy.
Today is not very happy.
In order not to lose the fight, Roast Ax could only temporarily let his boys back.
Several crazy doctors, and then operated on the green boy who lost his limbs and head.For missing hands, cut one from another greenskin and sew it on; the same for missing feet.Some green skins that have been blasted by cannons really lack a lot of parts, but the head is still not dead, so they cut off the head and replace it with a body that is still intact but the head is rotten...
Roast Ax was a little happier watching his boys being reassembled one by one.
I like to fight, and I am not afraid of death, but it doesn't mean I know if I can't win, I will fight.Live for the next fight, die too many green boys, then it will be hard to fight later.
He returned to the barracks built from the ruins, copied a red communicator that looked so rough that it had no structure at all, and operated it a few times casually, wanting to contact the boss behind.
However, the communicator made a rattling sound, but failed to connect.
Roast Ax got even angrier, he shouted outside: "Kacha! Kacha! Come in!"
A guy who looked much thinner 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 want to contact Boss Tear!"
"Is this thing broken again?"
Kacha took the communicator from Roast Axe, scratched his head, then hit it a few times with a small hammer, and then used a wrench to remove a few parts from it.
Then, it handed the communicator to Roast Ax again: "I think it should be fine like this."
Roast Ax didn't care, he fiddled with it a few more times, and it was really connected.
He kicked Kacha's ass and kicked the wrench boy away. After the familiar panting sound came from over there, Roast Ax couldn't wait to shout: "Boss tearing meat! I listen to you. I led someone to charge once when those shrimps were changing defenses! Many boys died, but they didn’t rush down. Those shrimps’ cannons are too fierce, I want to explode! I want a truck! I want a motorcycle! "
"No!" The meat tearing boss refused, "You stay there first! Boys who want to fight, fight! I heard from the elders that if you wait for a while, you will be able to hold back a big thing and blow it up! You can't be exposed first! When the new kid and the new fart have grown up, and then bring these big fried chickens, we will kill all those shrimps in one wave!"
"Okay...you are the boss who listens to you." Roast Ax said in a muffled voice, "but you have to promise me that when the time comes, you must give me more points!"
"Give it to you, give it to you!"
……
Paji, hang up the communication, the big boss of the Iron Tooth Clan: Tear Flesh, took heavy steps, and found the elder.
It was an old orc with nearly all his teeth gone.
Among the greenskins, old orcs are not common.It is not easy for an orc who can't fight to live for a long time. Green skins don't have the traditional virtues of respecting the old and loving the young.
But then again, if a green skin can live to a very old age and still have a pivotal position in the clan, it means that it must have something special, and it is by no means unbeatable like its appearance.
When facing the elders, as the boss of the entire clan, Tear Flesh would also maintain some respect—this is not easy for the green skins.
"When will our big bombs be ready?" Tirou asked, "Those boys keep asking and asking for support. If it doesn't work, I can only let them withdraw. The newcomer It’s pretty good after eating some dried shrimps, those boys were beaten to the brim!”
The elder thought for a while, and said: "We still have to continue fighting, more deaths, more WAAAGHs, more boys, more deaths, more WAAAGHs, more boys, more deaths... Then we will win! We can all become bigger orcs! The boys on the front line need to work harder, if not, send more farts up, there are too many farts, we don't need so many. The new mushrooms are about to grow But we still need more land to grow more mushrooms."
(End of this chapter)
