Chapter 49: Attack of the Greenskins

[The old man knew that the wind from the sand dunes would blow all night long until his ship would be filled with sand and sink into the East Sand Sea, and the sandworms hanging from the stern of his ship would fall back to nature. He would not allow it, he would not, the old man Hysterically, he used his paddle to scoop up the sand in the boat until he saw the fins of a sand shark in the distance. 】

["Don't eat it!" The old man slammed the sand on the sea level, stirring up a burst of sand and dust, but it attracted more hunters. The boat was broken and the man fled, and the sharks also ate him. 】

When the thick green leg fingers brushed against the pages of the ancient book, complex words were recorded in Gothic language. Few greenskins would watch such boring and useless things like him, but they had clear eyes, knew themselves and the enemy, and were victorious in every battle.

But he doesn't know what an old man is, because green skins don't have the concept of an old man, and he doesn't know what a sand sea is. He has seen very shallow beaches, and he knows sharks, but what is a sand shark?

One-eye's thoughts went very far, but he didn't sigh, not because the books aroused his emotions, but because he felt that the Milky Way was too big, and there were so many worlds in that universe, enough for him to tease and destroy, so the excitement was just that. Spontaneously.

Normally, orcs shouldn't be able to understand such things, but most boys think their boss is omnipotent, and One Eye has discovered that he can, but he still can't understand Xiami's books.

Greenskins do not have the concept of books, and they cannot learn. The meaning of their lives is to fight, plunder, die, and cycle, rather than to continue, learn, change, and live forever.

But One Eye realized that if there was a huge war that could subvert the galaxy, Xiami would not be able to cross the big threshold that he had never reached before. He would use all his legs, which would be contrary to the Blood Ax Clan's approach.

The one-eyed Ruming was thick and tall, and the goblin was waiting on their emperor beside the seat. Dozens of tribal bosses were crawling at his feet or were killed by his firearms.

Gear Boys, Engineers, Evil Moon Boys, Gough's reckless boys, Blood Ax's brothers, gathered here, as a greenskin gathering place, it was too small, and there was not enough scrap.

The conflict and fighting were there like fire, and those tangled orcs were just fluffy and fluffy. It only took a little violence to burn until the number was reduced by half.

One Eye is their fireproof layer. Without him, the orcs there would immediately start fighting, and they would not be able to wait for the humans to run out of ammunition and food.

Therefore, the big bosses were full of dissatisfaction with the guy who could chatter with a shrimp book, but most greenskins couldn't get past Iron Teeth.

The one-eyed rule is too difficult for the greenskins to understand. Why not break into the human camp? Why let the gear boys build garbage cannons for orbital defense? Why dig for minerals there? Why store large amounts of fungal beer?

Doubts and the desire for violence are growing in his heart, and One Eye also knows that he can't suppress it anymore. If the shrimps there don't die, he will be challenged by the bosses in turn. Although his boy can assassinate many powerful guys, he I don’t want my strength to weaken.

and…

One-Eye tore up the damn book. He had seen enough. He was not an greenskin, or even the most violent of the greenskins. He wanted to kill something and beat something up right now!

The huge body was walking east from the throne, and Iron Teeth was dealing with a slightly smaller green-skinned boss. They fought back and forth, but One-Eye didn't get close, and shot to the side, killing the damn boss's head with one shot. Beat the battered and rotten mushroom sauce and sprinkle it on the iron-toothed face.

"Oh...Boss, can Toci remind me..." He wiped his cheeks in disgust, and a lot of it fell into his mouth, and it was so tight that it was unpalatable.

"Bah, bah, bah!" Iron Teeth spat out something, but One Eye continued to move forward, looking in the direction of Karu City in the north.

"How's Xiami doing?"

One Eye asked, Iron Teeth replied. "The number of shrimps on the wall suddenly decreased by half, and many small tribes could break into the door. If the tall broken wall had stopped them, the big clicks of the shrimps would not be so penetrating, and I would not Do you know why? Maybe their technical master is lazy?"

A smile spread out from the corner of One Eye's mouth. "Idiot, humans don't have technological masters, so what's that called..."

"Mechanical Xiami or mechanical feet (teaching) Xiami or something?"

‘We have succeeded, let’s notify all the greenskins to drive up the big rumble and attack the human city! "

A wise man from Ancient Terra once said that what kind of enemy is the most terrifying is the enemy who understands me. Arrogance, stupidity, and even overestimation of me are not the most terrifying.

The scariest thing is that I know everything about the guy. One Eye has already guessed what humans want to do. They want to abandon that planet, but so what?

The city of Karoo has fallen, and you can build as many junk cannons as you want. The space shrimp (the Astra Militarum) are gone for a while, hiding forever.

And the shrimp fleet that bombed that world?

One Eye looked at the star port being built in the camp. They were coming. One Eye wanted to taste what a space war would feel like.

The greenskins came out in droves. The huge machine cut through the forest and burned the path. The rumbling black smoke filled the air and dyed the sky black. Waaagh echoed in that world. There were enough bosses to form several teams, and there were enough mechas. Transforming the surface of the planet, I don't know whether it is like the tide.

Among the countless orcs, hundreds of boys raised their One Eyes and shuttled among the complicated orc troops. The One Eyes fired shots to point out the enemy to the undisciplined group of things.

The war of the greenskins is like this. They are not without discipline, but a huge organization can rely on the boss to unify, and then attack the enemy in disorder until the huge number and power overwhelm the enemy.

So mighty, so terrible, the Catachans lurking in the forest came out very quickly, and the hot melt weapons destroyed the scrap iron cannons left there one by one, and then fired flares.

The Catachans also found that they could never go back. Their movements attracted several orcs. Although the mission was completed, they probably went to report to the emperor.

In front of the star port, the nobles knelt on the ground, and many people boasted that he had given the Star Army resources, why was there only so little space!

But they abandoned their things at the gunpoint of PDF. Major generals, female staff officers, and most of the school-level officers walked on the transport ship that had just landed. Most of the supplies in Kalu City were also emptied, but even so, the remaining things were a shockingly huge amount, waiting for the greenskins to destroy them.

The Astra Militarum set up guns at every intersection. Most of the lieutenants were kept in the dark and were curious about what plans were given by the front and why such strange orders were given...

When the huge explosion destroyed a tall enough wall, a huge waaaaagh chorus suddenly appeared in that beautiful world!

The Astra Militarum watched the PDF being destroyed in an instant, and a large number of orc mechas and orcs were slaughtered and looted residential areas...

"What's the situation?" A lieutenant picked up the communicator and reported the situation to the front again.

"The Emperor is here, the number of greenskins is far beyond the expectation, far beyond! Lieutenant Colonel? Lieutenant Colonel? Company Commander?! Verina?"

The lieutenant's eyes showed a trace of despair, but he suppressed all his thoughts.

"If the front answers, they need to hold on there until..."

"Support arrives."

The lieutenant saluted, turned and walked into the command room. In the noisy waaagh of the greenskins, he picked up the bullet leg gun and pointed it at his head.

Bang... the small sound was covered by the sound of the Astra Militarum and the greenskins fighting. He knew very well that if he knew despair, he would spread despair. If there was hope of victory in the war, then the soldiers must not have a trace of despair...

Just the God Emperor, forgive the coward, because he is not a mortal, he is doing his best.

The update is getting later and later, what did he do yesterday... (confused)