Chapter 36 Blocking the Flying Car

Waaagh's roar was getting closer and closer to Joseph. His heart was pounding, and he held the laser gun tightly in his hand, as if only this could give him a little sense of security.

"Everyone, get ready! Aim!"

The sergeant's loud voice sounded again. This respectable sergeant survived the greenskins' artillery fire and did not seem to be frightened at all. He roared and gave orders with full spirit.

"Damn it, you coward who deserves to be chopped off. I told you to hold the gun, not to shake like a cook in the cafeteria! I swear to the Emperor, if you torture the machine gun in your hand like this, I will shoot you, the bastard, on behalf of the machine soul!"

"Hahahaha."

The sergeant's scolding and the laughter of the surrounding soldiers floated into Joseph's ears, which seemed out of place in this serious and bleak battlefield. After silently praying for the unlucky guy, the sniper on the position began to kill accurately.

The green-skinned and red-painted iron locomotives were crossing everything on the road at high speed. Several machine guns of different models were welded in front of these simple cars. Amid the roar of the locomotives, the machine guns fired bullets along with the passionate roar of the Ork drivers. There were many railings on both sides of the car. The orc warriors held a large-caliber pistol in one hand and fired at the positions of the Star Army, and held the railings with the other hand to feel the refreshing feeling of the locomotive breaking through the wind.

The most common means of transportation among the orcs, various trucks

The sniper's bullet shot in from the orc's unprotected front window and hit the crazy driver who was caught in the thrill of speed in the driver's seat. The driver who was shot dead fell on the steering wheel, and the red iron car running at high speed lost control and twisted and turned towards the iron cars on both sides.

"Ah, you idiot! You still want to block my car? Dream on!" Looking at the out-of-control iron car rushing towards him, the orc driver was fearless and ignored the other orc boys hanging on both sides of the car. He directly used his body to knock it back.

"Ah, ah, ah!" The orc boys hanging on both sides of the car were frightened by the driver's superb driving skills. The quick-reacting ones quickly let go of the hand holding the railing and fell to the ground and rolled. The slow-reacting orcs were ground into meat patties in the collision, and blood and body parts were smeared on the surface of the car body.

The out-of-control iron car finally lost its stability completely in this collision, turned over in the soil, and turned into a scrapped iron block. However, I believe that those orcs dragged this thing with a vehicle frame back, knocked it and painted it with new red paint, and it can run to the battlefield again.

There was definitely more than one driver who was sniped like this, but the number of orcs' attacks was too large. Hundreds of orc express cars that successfully passed through the minefield quickly approached the first trench position of the Astra Militarum at an incredible speed. The machine guns and lasers that suppressed the orcs' advance fired, shooting down the orc boys caught in the car, and from time to time a series of explosive shells fired, sending the entire car into the sky.

Those iron cars that successfully flew over the trench did not even have the slightest intention of stopping, but those orc boys who had been waiting in the car for a long time jumped down one by one, pulled out the heavy axes hanging on their waists and rushed towards the soldiers in the trench.

"Cut him!"

"For the Emperor!"

Two completely different war cries mixed with completely different emotions.

The former was for pleasure, to release their vigorous energy that had nowhere to use in a hearty battle, and to allow themselves to happily find a fight worth bragging about for the rest of their lives.

The latter was to survive from these sturdy green monsters, to protect the planet from being invaded, and to prove to the emperor he believed in devoutly that he had a brave and loyal soul.

A soldier's bayonet stabbed the abdomen of an orc boy who had just jumped off the car and had no time to stand firm. Under the cutting of the single-molecule bayonet, the orc's stomach was ripped open without much effort, and the blood and intestines in his stomach flowed all over the floor. But the orc did not die quickly because of such a serious injury. He swung the axe back and chopped off the soldier's head. A big hand struggled to stuff the intestines that slipped back into his stomach.

"As long as I stuff it back, I can continue to fight!"

But the other soldiers would not give him such a chance, and burned him into a charred roasted mushroom in a close-range volley.

"Soldier, keep your attention! Don't look around! Aim your machine gun at the greenskins running towards us!"

"But sir, they have already rushed into the trench!"

"You idiot! You are not afraid of those more greenskins, but you are worried about these cripples with broken legs! Don't make me repeat the order a second time!"

"Yes! Sir!"

The kid must be scared, he must be a new recruit. Joseph and his comrades were alert to the lone orcs rushing from the trench.

To be honest, these greenskins are big and strong, and their hands and feet are scary and agile, just like those old thugs who have been fighting in the bottom gangs for several years. They are deadly and skillful. If they say that this punch can kill you, they will never throw a second punch.

But the only problem is that the brain is really not enough. Facing his shining bayonet, the first reaction of this greenskin standing on the trench was not to pick up the gun in his hand and shoot, but to jump down directly with a howl.

Joseph didn't even have to move much before the orc was stabbed to death by the bayonet-equipped rifle in his hand.

Kicking the muscle monster away with his feet, Joseph raised his gun and saved a soldier who was knocked down by the greenskin and about to be chopped off by an axe.

A precise red laser penetrated the greenskin's head, and his body pressed down on the fallen soldier.

After struggling to help the soldier crawl out from under the corpse, Joseph and his comrades covered each other and were ready to destroy the next greenskin orc who appeared at any time.

"Hahaha! Thank you, sir." The feeling of surviving a disaster made the soldier feel exhausted. Half leaning on the trench wall that was more than one person high, panting.

"If I were you, I would take up arms."

Joseph reminded coldly that he saved people not out of kindness, but in the hope that more people could increase their chances of surviving this damn battle.

"Yes! Yes! Sir."

Joseph, who was too lazy to correct his mistakes, curled his lips and lay in the middle of the observation hole in front to observe the greenskins who were about to rush over. These guys who ran with their legs could still roar enthusiastically after running so far with the iron car. The crudely made armor was full of shiny metal fragments, which looked like decorative ornaments.

A few orcs wore iron helmets with sharp horns or animal horns, and the rest of the orcs had all kinds of strange hair on their heads. Those unique and rough hairstyles would make even the most crazy and trendy guys in the gang blush.