Chapter 135 Raising a Tiger to Cause Trouble, Going to War with the Orcs

The fierce battles and oppression of heretics in the void make people forget that the empire in that universe is facing more than one enemy. Being attacked from both sides is often used to describe the empire, and the orcs obviously do not deny the Tau, who can barely be regarded as allies.

After the fierce shooting of the three-in-one volcano cannon, all the resources of the entire Iron Gate were drained, and darkness and power outages filled the whole place. At this moment, inside the Iron Gate where the communication was broken, there were many loyalists and members of the Mechanicus of the Empire.

The blood and fighting never stopped. After the sudden power outage, the one-eyed man immediately raised his chainsaw sword and chopped at the Catachan behind him. The Catachan sergeant also fired projectiles without hesitation. After the intense confrontation, there was a broken chainsaw sword and the one-eyed man’s personal void shield.

The sergeant raised his Catachan war blade to deal with the orcs in front of him, but the one-eyed man was obviously more experienced. He shouted. "I'm attacked! Boys!" Then he pulled away and relied on his own void shield to forcibly offset the sergeant's shooting.

"I want to tear up the treaty, orcs?" the sergeant asked.

One-Eye answered. "There is no so-called treaty anymore. Our traitors are dead and they can't move. Now, we must get that asteroid."

"Boys! Put down the red robes. They are not the bargaining chips for the Empire. The Empire now has two choices. Give them food and don't allow any warships to approach the airspace 3,000 kilometers outside our Iron Gate. Please, kill them all."

The sergeant answered. "I dare?!"

The ferocious look of the one-eye was revealed at this moment. His big fangs and green skin were hideous and terrifying. "I dare, we will spare you, what, because I have a powerful boss."

The Catachan sergeant raised his weapon. "What am I talking about, alien?!"

One-Eye answered. "Look, now that launch tower is my boy, how can I escape? Admit it, it's time to be green."

The boys shouted loudly. "Orc time! Orc time!"

The blasphemous voice was deafening. Those damned things were challenging Catachan's patience. They were not pure blood, but they still inherited those arrogance and honor. It was nothing to go deep into the enemy camp, but those aliens were so...

The sergeant couldn't think of a good answer or description. The months of getting along with the greenskins and pretending to be a staff officer made him very patient, but...

Bang, a very fast shot, the explosive bullet made an orc's flesh and blood fly, and the one-eyed man was almost stunned. He had thousands of boys, and Catachan only had thirty people!

"What am I doing?! I am the boy of Boss Alanbair. I gave me respect and a chance to live, but did you treat my kindness like that?"

The sergeant answered. "It's better to kill him than to be kind to the alien. They can get out, greenskin, just let my boys stop them."

The sergeant rejected the initial "good intentions" of the one-eyed orc and the opportunity to get out of that place intact. For Catachan, sacrifice is not terrible, even warm, their lives have long become a tragedy because of the orcs.

However, the Catachans who gathered together only had 30 people. Because the selection of Catachans outside the Skadi Regiment has always been decided by the sergeant himself, it has led to extreme strictness and the number of people has always been constant.

But it also means that Catachan is the blade of the blade of the Skadi Regiment, the sharpest part. Although it is too sharp and steel is easy to break, Catachan obviously wants to use sharpness to break through all obstacles, so they can't live like this.

Revenge, killing, alien, loyalty, empire, forest, these few words became their everything, Catachan beam carbines, long blades began to dance, and the one-eyed man hid in the group of orc boys, and made the initial judgment on those humans.

"Kill them all for me."

Blades, chainsaw swords, ceramic steel, adamantium and blood, an endless green tide approached the team of thirty people, and the Catachan sergeant said calmly. "Prioritize the protection of the members of the Mechanicus!"

Plasma, explosive bombs, hot melt, heat rays, various weapons were fired at a distance of red blade battle in the narrow tunnel. It can be said that even the Space Marines could not defeat the endless orcs in such a narrow place, but the Catachans could.

They had more people. The number of Space Marines jumping on the boarding team was 12. Although they were stronger and more powerful than the Catachans, each person had a greater responsibility.

Secondly, the Catachans were in a better position. The entire area there was large, and the Catachans could move and dodge first, and there were many Mechanicus equipment as cover.

But even so, escaping from the endless orcs is still an impossible task. Those damn aliens are huge in number, and the Blood Axe Clan does not hate those stupid orcs. They have clear division of labor, melee, ranged, commanders, firepower and even special operations guys all attack in order.

The Catachans can't get out no matter how hard they try, not to mention that they need to save hundreds of Mechanicus priests in the colt mule as a burden.

But the orcs overlooked one thing. First, human equipment is full of pipes. Whether it is Mechanicus or Empire, the essence is the same, and the Catachans of the only regiment of Skadi are not forest warriors, to be precise, they are nest warriors.

For example, in the battlefield of Ming, when several special operations boys found a lone Catachan soldier and wanted to surround and kill him, they found that there was an opened pipe at the original place when they approached, and then a leg grenade was thrown out from it.

Elusive, elusive, like a nightmare and a demon, the tactics that the Skadi Catachans are proficient in make the orcs feel like they are trapped in a minefield.

Secondly, the Mechanicus priests are not the so-called burden. After the Catachans went around and surrounded the point, they forcibly tore a passage and untied the priests, and the priests immediately began to drive the backup servitors in the hangar and the various defensive turrets, close defense turrets, and automatic turrets in the complex steel doors.

Those things shot at the greenskins, and the servitors picked up the mechanical priests who had no mobility. The Catachan sergeant had to say that the Mechanicus had some things, but not much.

Why didn't the Mechanicus use them before? Because they were already defeated, it was not good to waste those things, and it would not make things better. The Mechanicus was so absolutely calm. Now they saw hope through Catachan.

"Praise Om Messiah, sir, thank you for your help..." said the priest.

Catachan replied. "Let my things kill more people!"

The priest nodded, and then those restless machine spirits began to shoot chaotically, and the machine servants also opened the killing agreement. The firepower outside the steel gate suddenly increased, and the orcs were burned and pierced by the flames, while the orc storm boys who were not afraid of those things would be served by the hot melt of the Catachans.

One-eyed looked at the countless reports in surprise, saying that Catachan had broken through their defenses again and again, and the one-eyed face was distorted because of this.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" One-eyed opened the communicator. "Zhaoxiao! Go intercept them!"

The orc leader called Zhaoxiao was wearing a military uniform. He was huge. He knew that the blood axe with strict levels could produce something huge and difficult, but he was 5 meters tall!

"No, boss." His voice was very deep, holding a huge chain saw axe in his legs, his fierce gun was a single-legged grenade gun, and there was no doubt that his huge body was blocked in the pipeline and could not pass through.

Then, he missed. The Mechanicus priests had engineering drawings in their heads. Even if the orcs had modified the Iron Gate, it was not because they had a second home. In addition, the Skadi Catachans were good at drilling pipes. They quietly bypassed the boss and came to the hangar.

Countless orc machines were parked there, and there were also things of the Mechanicus. The priests could drive the ship by connecting, which was why the sergeant asked them to rescue the priests first.

The sergeant said. "There are bombs. Give them a gift."

The other Catachans replied. "Yes, enough." They carried out a small "gift installation" for a while, and then the Catachans and the Mechanicus came on board one after another. The orcs came there belatedly, and the one-eyed shouted. "Close the door! Close the door!"

The boys replied. "No, the system is nothing, they can't control it!"

When the flames of the transport plane sprayed, the orcs could watch those Catachans leave, as if they were entering and leaving the toilet at home.

The one-eyed cursed. "Sail, chase them! Order the warships to follow! Destroy them!"

A moment later, a violent explosion erupted in the ship's hold, and countless vehicles turned into flames...

At this moment, the Ork battleship also aimed its guns because of the order, and the Ork captain shouted. "Shoot!" The controller did not respond until their shields were attacked by the Imperial warships, and the captain realized that the warship that would cause the machine soul to fail was coming.

The Bordello stopped in the void, and the captain had crawled back from death. He received those brave Catachans and Mechanicus, and said to the sergeant.

"A perfect mission, sir."

The sergeant wiped the Ork blood on his face. "Simple mission, sir."

"There are thousands of Mechanicus imprisoned by the Orks, and they are wrong that their defenses will definitely be upgraded."

The captain nodded. "Let the lieutenant colonel prepare for that. He's an expert!"

On the ground, the Imperial Guard was welcoming their new family. After the Imperial Poison Blade, which had a similar fate to the 113th Regiment of Fraxia, joined the thriving battle group, the morale of the soldiers was once again strengthened by her greatness and strength.

The huge body of the car became a special attraction in the garage that soldiers rushed to visit. After all, all the men and women in the Empire had heard of the famous Poison Blade, just like one day a Space Marine joined my infantry regiment.

The second lieutenant was a little jealous. Why didn't anyone visit his super nb Titan? He looked at his green-skinned spliced ​​war engine. It was not ugly, but it was a bit heretical. It was obviously not welcomed by the Imperials.

Even the title of the commander of the 113th Regiment of Fraxia had been changed to the commander by many people, instead of the commander or the lieutenant, which can also be inferred how popular the Emperor's Poison Blade was.

She is both a victory and one of the greatest heavy vehicles of the Imperial Hammer. She is indestructible, like thunder and lightning, resisting countless heretics and aliens.

Her strength and kindness captured all the soldiers. Her experience and fate can be praised by the best poems, and the mechanical teachings are also very concerned about her. Fate flows, the machine soul reappears, how she serves the new armored regiment and defeats the enemies of the empire.

But life is not always good. They are not clear. Those demons and evil things are still around. Heretics and their thoughts are entrenched in the void. The orcs are unwilling to withdraw from the strongholds of the three steel gates. They beg the Imperial Guard to fulfill the exchange of ten pounds of meat for a priest, but even if the Star Army supplies are not much.

There are thousands of priests on the three asteroids, which means tens of thousands of kilograms of food for the aliens. The Empire cannot afford it, but it does not want to help the evil and raise a tiger to cause trouble. Moreover, the betrayal of the orcs was first seen when the Ark of Evil was destroyed.

Those things cannot be trusted. The retreat of the Catachans during that period caused great losses to the orcs, and at the same time destroyed the orcs' landing ships, making them temporarily unable to escape. In such a situation, the one-eyed occupied the entire Iron Gate and continued to multiply there.

Although the Imperial Navy sent troops to board, and the Bordello was also used as a transport ship to suppress the orcs' front-line firepower at the beginning of the battle, they were still tied up because of the existence of the mechanical priest hostages.

Therefore, even if the Empire had an advantage in the void war, the invading forces were quickly defeated by the one-eyed who was torn apart, and the one-eyed made a decision after confirming the strength of the Imperial Navy and their decision.

"I want to annex that world." He has determined that the heretics are no longer a threat. Only one in ten of their warships survived, and the Ark of the Evil Omen could no longer move. The Imperial Navy suffered heavy losses, but the Ming orcs suffered no losses and occupied a huge war engine.

Although there were obstacles from Catachan, the real beneficiaries of that war were the greenskins, without a doubt.

The Star World Army needed a commander who was proficient in pipeline warfare, and the soldiers were also brave and good at fighting. Moreover, they knew the greenskins very well and were very loyal. Without thinking too much, Makato sent relevant information to Alanbair's tactical tablet.

As the commander of the only regiment of Skadi, Alanbair walking in the camp no longer had coffee to enjoy. He could taste the nutrient solution in the diluted military supplies, most of which were instant, which could quickly replenish physical strength and improve spirits.

I have to admit that he is a little addicted to caffeine, but in that cruel and crazy world, caffeine is the mildest of the terrible things that the imperial commanders put into their bodies.

The pressure of command is greater than that of soldiers. Even in the most intense front line, there is no sense of urgency in the headquarters. After all, the scale of tens of thousands of people is small and insignificant. I can make mistakes, and the people who will bear the responsibility for my mistakes are at most a few people in my team.

But the commander needs to be responsible for tens of thousands of people. Any decision or change he makes may distort the direction of the war. If you think in that way, then it is not impossible for a commander to be responsible for several star regions of the empire.

Responsibility is pressure, and pressure needs to be relieved. Caffeine, stimulants, and even hallucinogens are very valuable to a commander of the empire, which is a powerful enough civilization. They can maintain their lives through limb replacement until they can no longer drive.

Alan Baier drank those things again and again to maintain his excitement. Maybe he will have to find an oil man to change his place for him later.

He swiped the screen and looked at the reports. "Staff, the greenskins are... as expected..."

He was not surprised at all. If he really trusted the greenskins, there would be no such wonderful thing as the Catachan Staff. At the end of the dark 40th millennium, the war was endlessly expanding, and he had to be prepared to retire.

"Now we can mobilize as many veterans as possible, give them the best equipment, and they will take the Bordello to the void to kill those greenskins."

The staff was surprised. It was not the first time they did that, nor the last time. When the orc called himself One-Eye, they were doomed to destruction, because that name represented the Skadi's only regiment, and it was also the worst enemy in the end.

He was so lazy