Chapter 104 Waaagh Land Integrated Battle

"The orcs are coming."

All the soldiers said so. They were used to resisting the orcs' scattered and unplanned attacks every day, which made them familiar with the orcs. But now, after five days of truce, they were worried.

Although the legendary political commissar Yarrick never said anything and showed no intention of retreating, the soldiers still felt that the next battle was unusual from the increasingly ugly poker face of the political commissar.

We may all die on the battlefield.

The orc army, which had accumulated the desire and equipment for five days, crossed the first detection line, where there were many hidden detection skulls for reconnaissance.

A large number of broken tanks and trucks surprisingly maintained a similar speed, and behind them were the orc troops.

It was not known whether the orc troops were intentional or unintentional, and the formation was extremely loose and free, making it a luxury for any shell to eliminate a whole team of orcs.

The armored vehicle flow slowly approached like a moving wall, blocking the rain of bullets cast by the empire position.

"Green bombers are coming! Get ready to hide!"

The unique roar of the orcs' creations, anyone can hear the bombers with black smoke trembling in flight from afar.

The Hydra anti-aircraft guns and various fixed turrets on the ground are ready to shoot at the orc planes, shooting down one plane after another.

"They have no intention of stopping the bombing! What are they going to do?"

Unlike before, these planes did not rush over to bomb the anti-aircraft gun positions because of the provocation of the anti-aircraft guns on the ground, but continued to fly towards the depths of the nest regardless of anything.

All the imperial officers felt deeply bad. Today's orc attack was too disciplined. It was completely a different person in command.

The infantry and armor carried out basic coordination, relying on vehicles as cover to counterattack the imperial army, and the artillery of those tanks did not fire randomly, but suppressed the heavy firepower points of each position. The orc boys following the vehicles also did not huddle together randomly, nor did they launch a reckless charge against the firepower of the Imperial Army. Instead, they moved around in the craters created by the artillery. They seemed to be waiting for something, waiting for an opportunity, a signal, to launch the final fierce attack.

"Those planes... seem to have dropped something?" A sergeant stood on the high wall of Hades's nest, using his telescope to observe the movements of the orc bombers as much as possible. First, they dropped a series of bombs accelerated by rocket engines and fell rapidly on the ground, and then the orc boys carrying rocket engines jumped down to the bombed area one by one.

"Where is the artillery position on Vinceloran Street?" The sergeant silently put down the telescope. He couldn't believe what he saw. The orcs actually knew airborne tactics and used them successfully.

Quickly adjusting the frequency of the communicator, the sergeant hurried to pass this important message to the front-line positions. Basically, every non-commissioned officer has a channel code that can directly transmit information to Yarrick himself, but it has not been used many times. After all, the orcs have been beaten to a pulp in the city before, and there has been no decent attack. But now the situation has suddenly taken a sharp turn for the worse, which is the best time to use this secret.

"This is Commissar Yarrick."

"Commissar! The bombers of the orcs have dropped a large number of airborne troops in the direction of Wenslolan Street! The front line is likely to lose artillery support!"

Boom!

The explosion sounded, and the sky was full of flames and mushroom clouds rushed to the top of the hive spire. It looked like the ammunition depot storing ammunition exploded.

Those artillery positions that continuously corrected the artillery firing parameters according to the information from the front line also silenced the fire, and no one knew what was going on there.

"I understand. For the emperor, hold the post. I will lead the front-line troops to evacuate tactically."

"Yes! Commissar! For the emperor!"

Yarrick silently hung up the information on the communicator and looked at the increasingly difficult battlefield. The huge explosion inside the hive not only interrupted the artillery support, but also conveyed a strong offensive order to the orcs.

The orcs shouted Waaagh! and rushed out from behind the iron wall of armored vehicles, regaining their violent and unorganized nature, and rushed to the Imperial positions one after another.

The tanks and other trucks could not stand such slow driving, and stepped on the accelerator to death, rampaging across the battlefield.

If we only talk about the front battlefield, the threat level of the unorganized orcs is far less than that of the previous coordination.

The tanks are no longer thinking about clearing the fire points, and the infantry are no longer thinking about covering the tanks. They are basically fighting each other. But the loss of the rear did make Yarick feel the difficulty of these orcs.

Not only did they improve from the war, but the orcs also learned from the war.

Emperor, forgive my stupidity and carelessness.

But the focus now is not to complain, let alone guilt, but to defend the city for the Emperor and make the sacrifice of these soldiers worthwhile.

"Notify all positions that can be contacted immediately and ask them to retreat as far as possible into the Hive City's defense line. Also, call Reid and his Iron Fist Squad over here."

Two orders were quickly passed down, and Reid also appeared at the door of Yarrick's bunker.

His condition did not look good either. The full-body protective suit was so dirty that the original color could not be seen, and there were even slight cracks on the goggles.

"Political Commissar!"

"Reid, call all your Iron Fist squad soldiers to follow me. We are going to attract the attention of the orcs and cover the retreat of the troops."

"Yes! Political Commissar!" No problem, no nonsense, Reid is becoming more and more like a qualified soldier of the Star Army. Yarrick nodded, picked up the storm arrow on the table, and rushed to the most intense place on the front line.

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"Prepare for close combat! Bayonet!" A hoarse voice came, and the sergeant who was commanding on the front line had shouted until his voice was hoarse. He now deeply regretted why he did not make a biochemical transformation of a loudspeaker instead of enduring the pain of hoarseness.

The orcs' attack was indeed too fierce this time. In the past, they could not rush to such a front position. Looking at the huge figure of the orcs running, the sergeant adjusted the action of holding the gun so that he could better deliver the bayonet.

"Waaagh!" An orc jumped down like this, chopped the sergeant's head with the axe in his hand, and fired the gun in the other hand at the top of his head, just to set some atmosphere for his attack.

Pull the trigger, the laser gun aimed at the orcs and fired.

No one said that you can only fight in close combat with a bayonet. The laser exploded on the orc's face, evaporating the flesh and blood of his head. The orc who was hit in the face retreated, but he still did not die.

If this kind of laser was shot at the heads of those residents, it would definitely shoot out a burnt hole, but facing these thick-skinned orcs, it was a bit powerless.

Although this situation has been reported to the superiors many times, the armament production in the rear still cannot produce better and more effective equipment for the army.

The blind orc roared and swung his axe wildly, hitting an iron plate used to reinforce the trench, embedding it in the trench and making it difficult to pull out. The sergeant was able to capture the wound on his face, and shot through his head with several more shots.

More orcs poured into the trench and fought with other soldiers, while the sergeant who had freed his hands was saving the knocked-down soldiers in the trench, either by sneak attack or backstab, in short, anything was fine, as long as he and his soldiers could survive from these damn orcs.

Passing a corner of the trench, he and a soldier he had just rescued were knocked down by an orc who jumped out of the shadows.

The poor soldier who had just been rescued was stabbed in the body by the spikes on the orc's shoulder, and fell to the side, his life or death unknown.

"Huh." Taking a deep breath, the sergeant raised the gun in his hand.

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