mtl008 Chapter 441: The Power of the Orc Warrior
Chapter 441: The Power of the Orc Warrior
The situation on the battlefield is ever-changing. If one is not careful, a mistake in any link may cause the balance of victory to tilt towards the opponent. Harold can only pay extra attention and keep sipping stimulants to ensure his concentration.
The mode of battle kept changing, the requests for support kept increasing, and the aspects to be taken into consideration were scattered. When his brain was about to crash due to the complexity of the situation, a piece of news surprised him so much that he bit his tongue.
"Report! According to the news from the Order's frontline headquarters, two Skitarii regiments have been completely wiped out in area 1-2-4-1. All regiments are required to go to support immediately after receiving the order."
"Both are gone! Perkins! How far is that place from us?"
Harold swallowed the blood in his mouth. The warm smell of blood stimulated his brain to calm down. He wondered what kind of resistance they encountered over there that caused the crusaders who were much stronger than mortals to die first.
"Captain, that place is 4.3 kilometers northwest of us, it's the industrial area behind the mushroom forest that caught fire. Also, the offensive of the orcs in the forest has weakened and there are signs of a large-scale retreat. The soldiers are trying to hunt down the remaining troops. Should we let them disperse and fight?"
Perkins pointed to the place behind the forest where the smoke was billowing. Harold immediately understood what he meant, then he grabbed the communicator and began to give orders.
"All companies give up chasing the retreating orcs, reach the 1-2-4-1 area as quickly as possible, and assemble 800 meters away from the target point. Count the personnel on the way. Go!"
"There are 654 people left in the Sixth Company."
"There are 133 people in the first platoon of the third company, 19 people in the second platoon, and 298 people in the third platoon. The platoon leader of the second platoon was killed, and the political commissar was killed."
"The first platoon of the first company was killed, 233 people in the second platoon, and 322 people in the third platoon."
"There are 155 people in the first platoon of the second company, 111 people in the second platoon, and 156 people in the third platoon."
"There are 111 people in the first platoon of the fourth company, 114 people in the second platoon, and 199 people in the third platoon."
"The first platoon of the fifth company was killed, the second platoon was killed, and 88 people in the third platoon were killed. The company commander and platoon leader were all killed. I was the squad leader of the eighth squad of the third platoon."
Harold secretly calculated that in less than thirty minutes, only less than two thousand seven or eighteen were left out of the eight thousand men, and their morale didn't collapse at all. It was really because the political commissars had strengthened their morale in moderation.
"Squad leader of the eighth squad of the third platoon of the fifth company, I now appoint you as the acting platoon leader on the battlefield. Lead your troops to continue fighting. Before you die, designate the next successor.
The remaining personnel of the second platoon of the third company will be assigned to the first platoon, and the remaining personnel of the third platoon of the rest of the troops will be added to the first and second companies in batches. Brothers, I have nothing to say, just keep killing."
Keep killing, keep killing. There are no other words, no prayers. People can only use their rifles to support their bodies, tighten the buckles on their helmets, pick up the resources from their dead teammates, and move forward quickly.
Since we cannot bury them, let's carry on their wishes and kill the enemy.
"There are special forces guys lying in ambush near the lake. Watch out for the long, thin mushroom stems on the lake!"
"When you see red mushrooms, pay attention to the white spherical mushrooms around them. They are detonators, so be careful not to step on them."
On the road, everyone had to be careful of traps under their feet, and also pay attention to behind a huge mushroom, where there might be a special forces guy waiting for them. Every second counts, and they also have to resist sudden shooting.
The nerves were tense and everyone had to rely on stimulants to numb themselves, adulterated cigarettes, increased dosage of pills, an excited mental state, and agitated nerves. Only after they broke out of the siege did they realize that an even more difficult battle was waiting for them.
"What it is..."
Harold's prosthetic eye was already locked onto the orc that was roaring and shooting above the factory. That guy was different from the ones he had seen before. His mechanized body was completely different from the bloated figure of the ancient giant.
That thing could even be described as an elegant knight mecha, a huge mechanical creature relying on its legs to constantly jump above the factory building, with its multi-barreled machine guns and thick muzzle strangling everything.
What is even more incomprehensible is that some kind of wave is rising in the factory area. No one knows what emitted a circular wave, and then that thing instantly reached everyone.
After a loud "buzzing" sound, a two-meter-wide deep pit was seen on the ground, as if it had been hit hard by an invisible object.
The soldiers in the pit were crushed into meat patties, with their intestines and internal organs squeezed out of their mouths and pelvises. Even the tanks could not withstand repeated bombardments. The gun barrels would immediately twist and break after being hit, and any equipment attached to the outside would be shattered and exploded.
"The Imperial fighters concentrated all their strength to attack the factory's gravity cannon positions, while the outside armored forces did their best to divide the battlefield.
The Astartes Company has launched a charge, all ground forces are covering the enemy, completing the close-range killing of the giant death can."
The news from the headquarters made Harold understand the opponent's situation. He stood on the top of the mushroom and watched the huge mecha killing people in all directions. It accepted all attacks from the sky and the ground, but no matter what, there would always be a circle of green light curtain floating around it to block all attacks.
"With an energy shield, no wonder he had to use the knife at close range."
Having such a huge iron can is already a headache, but around it there are actually hundreds of heavily armored orc guards. Not to mention breaking through the opponent's defense, even bombarding from a distance will take a lot of time to successfully break through the defense.
Harold watched helplessly as the Crusader's siliconized hunter was smashed against the wall by the heavily armored boss's claws, while the supersonic vibrating blade only cut a tiny, barely detectable gap.
The guy stared at his newly arrived troops with wide eyes, grinned wildly, closed his helmet, and rushed over quickly.
“Shoot! Shoot!!”
Dozens of lasers shot out at the same time, and the surging energy immediately melted the arm armor of the boss blocking the front. Although the scorching temperature made it scream, its running speed did not decrease at all.
The thrown grenades couldn't even make the opponent's skin, and the flying rockets were easily dodged. The roaring machine guns lifted the armor of the orc boss, but the opponent only needed to kick up a stone to knock the firing soldier to the ground.
The heavy orc boss was like a tiger among a flock of sheep, slaughtering the Star Army soldiers with bayonets like chopping melons and vegetables. Then those orc boys followed with cheers. For a while, even a decent shooting position could not be set up, and Harold's army was plunged into dire straits again.
Fear, shock and terror, the soldiers' emotions were deteriorating, they were wailing, crying and shouting in pain, and the cruelty of the battlefield was escalating.
The battlefield phone was dialed again and again, requesting, craving, and even begging for any form of assistance. However, they were probably alone and helpless.
"Captain! What should we do? We can't hold on any longer!"
Perkins' shout was so faint that Harold had to take off his helmet to hear it.
What should I do? What should I do? What else can I do? Harold thought about this question in his heart, looking at the huge iron can in the distance, and then looking at the orcs who were slaughtering his soldiers. He took a deep breath and ran:
"Let's fight! What else can we do?"
The anti-gravity system was turned on, and Harold jumped into the sky, lasers bursting out as he flipped over. He stepped on mushrooms and clenched his left fist as he went up and down.
The orc leader recognized Harold's rank, raised his neck and roared, threw away the broken body and rushed forward. A few lasers hitting it were just tickling, and the burning skin would only make it more violent.
Harold fell from the air, and the halo above his left fist was released instantly, pulsing from top to bottom and the orc boss was fully absorbed by it.
The armor on his body immediately released a large amount of electric sparks with a "snap" sound. The violent impact directly penetrated the opponent's body, and the turbulent brain immediately made the orc lose consciousness and collapse.
Harold jumped onto the opponent's shoulder, his body was not as thick as the opponent's arm. He raised his bayonet in horror, and with a "pop", he stabbed it into the gap in the armor.
Warm blood flowed out from the armor, and the pain of the injury actually awakened the orc leader again.
“Ahhh! It hurts so much!”
Although the mechanical armor had lost its power source, it was driven again by the strength of its muscles thanks to its sturdy body.
He swung his arm and sent Harold flying, but due to the electromagnetic attraction of his mechanical legs, Harold did not fly into the sky.
"Punch me again!"
An iron fist torque amplification "bang" hit the visor, sunken the eye socket and obscured the vision, and the other hand stabbed in with a bayonet.
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It was also thanks to the orc boss's armor power supply that did not restart that the power of that punch was greatly reduced. Otherwise, Harold would have suffered more than just two broken bones.
"Captain!"
"Fight it!"
Seeing their commander falling to the ground, without bayonets, engineer shovels, wood-cutting axes, let alone power weapons, they didn't even have a chain saw weapon, yet they dared to charge at the enemy with whatever weapons they had.
One knife, two hits, three guns, four grenades, use whatever you have, don't be afraid of anything.
One punch, two kicks, three elbows, four headbutts, the orc boss used all his hands and feet, beating his body until it was a bloody mess.
"Stop the oncoming orcs! Buy time for the captain and the others!" Perkins shouted with all his might, pulled the trigger and shot, calling on everyone to stop them.
Walls of flesh collided with flesh, metal weapons clashed with metal, the number of people decreased one by one, and the number of corpses hanging on the armor of the orc boss increased one by one.
Until there was a "thump", the huge armored orc fell to his knees, his huge body was covered with scars from weapons, and broken limbs were scattered around him.
Tragic, heroic...The death of the Armored Boss was not the end. The orcs who enjoyed war did not feel sad or afraid about it. It seemed that they were waiting for this moment. After seeing their leader die, they actually howled with excitement.
"WAAAGH!!!"
"WAAAAAAAGH!!!"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"
The roars that came one after another proved their excited state, but people did see the dawn of hope. Under the desperate bombardment of hundreds of armored corps and naval fighter planes, the giant iron can that slaughtered everything finally collapsed.
But at the same time, among the collapsed mechas, an armored behemoth that was even larger than the orc boss that Harold and his men had killed with great effort jumped out with cheers.
"Hahahaha! I, Most, am here!"
Harold's modified prosthetic eye locked onto that terrifying body, but the next moment his eyeballs began to swing irregularly, as if looking for another figure, and this uncontrollable situation seemed to be because he saw the existence named Most.
"Attention all Astartes warriors, concentrate your forces to kill the orc general. Once the assassination is completed, all orcs will collapse! All regiments cover the charge!"
Orc Warlord...what a strange word. Harold had even witnessed it before, and it had appeared in other war zones to some extent. That kind of thing was already a headache for the superiors.
And now, in a remote war zone, the Orc Warlord was waiting for them. This only Orc Warlord, the most powerful Orc in all war zones, multiple star systems, and one star zone, was standing in front of them.
"You stinky shrimps, none of you can fight me. Come on, let me turn you into minced meat!"
Moster's shout was automatically translated in Yiyan. It was not the beast-like shout as before. What emerged in his mind this time was an ironic humiliation. Such a scene and such a contrast stimulated Harold's nerves.
"Perkins! How many people are left in the team?!"
Perkins tried his best to communicate with other companies and platoons, but the chaotic battlefield did not allow him to contact any company or platoon.
The Astartes wearing jump packs took the lead, with chain axes, power swords, thunder hammers, guns and cannons taking turns to dismember, crush and explode.
"How many people are there?"
"There are probably about 800 more!"
"Gather, gather all..."
Before Harold could finish his words, the flying missile hit the city wall on this side. The violent explosion blew away everything. In the midst of the destruction, no one would remember this ruin, where hundreds of warriors who fought for the empire stood just seconds ago.
...
"Ah!"
The strong feeling of suffocation disappeared instantly, and Harold, who had regained consciousness, gasped violently. He turned over and jumped down to evade the attack, which frightened the medical staff who had arrived and caused them to scream in fear.
In the bright environment, with bed sheets stained with dark yellow blood, he fell into coma again and woke up in the hospital again.
"Ah, Captain Harold, welcome back to the embrace of the Empire. Did you sleep well?"
A doctor-looking man approached the door and started to talk to him, but Harold still hadn't recovered from the shock. At the moment of recalling, a stabbing pain made him curl up. His throbbing brain made him suffer a lot, but he still asked intermittently:
"Where is this?"
"Since you can organize your speech so quickly, it seems that the damage to your brain has been repaired. This is a field hospital, and you have been here for more than half a month."