145. Chapter 145, more deaths, more waaagh!

Author: red heart cloth

Chapter 145, more deaths, more waaagh!

Earo La Crocha felt that the war had changed.

In other words, this is what counts as war. In the past, it was just a small fight.

He came from a tribe of wandering survivors. It was really difficult to make a living in the tribe. Under the leadership of a senior, a dozen teenagers left the tribe and followed a trader to Junk Town and joined an adventure group.

among.

They said they were an adventure group, but they were actually armed garbage men. They got a dozen guns from the merchant on credit, and they started their career as scavengers.

Not daring to take any risks, they searched for some metal scraps and hot limestone in the safe area outside Garbage Town, scraping together a day's supply, taking them back to Garbage Town, and exchanging them for food.

After getting the daily harvest, buying food, and paying off a little bit of the gun loan, there was nothing left.

And if you really encounter a battle, such as some mutated monsters that you occasionally encounter in the ruins of the city, you have to save some money on shooting, because bullets are very expensive.

During that period of life, there was no hope or future. But he didn't feel very sad. It was good to have food to eat. For a long time in the past, he didn't know what it felt like to have a full meal.

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He and his companions had been hanging out in Garbage Town for two years. Just when he thought he would hang around like this for the rest of his life until he couldn't do anything anymore, he met the green skin.

Out of more than a dozen fellow villagers, only six survived. The rest, including his senior who led them out, were all killed in the hands of the greenskins.

If it were just casualties, that would be fine, but those fellow villagers died miserably. Those greenskins devoured people alive in front of them, smashing their heads open and eating their brains.

He wanted to snatch the body back, but he didn't dare and was dragged back by someone.

Some of the living people gave up their jobs as scavengers and adventurers completely because of that scene, but he and his two other brothers could never forget that scene.

After hearing the name of the Beast Slayer Group, they joined it.

It's embarrassing to say that he obviously wanted to take revenge on those greenskins, but after the three of them came in and fought for four months, he was the only one left alive, but he was the only one who killed the greenskins with his own hands.

In the past, when they found trouble with green skins, they could only find a small group of targets, two or three at most. But even then, they still had to gather thirty or fifty people before they dared to take action.

There is no advantage in shooting with iron tube rifles against those greenskins. The range is about the same, but the power is far different. Mortals are not like those greenskins who can take many bullets. Therefore, the people of the beast-slaying group can only

Can think of ideas elsewhere.

Modify the firearms, increase the caliber, and increase the charge. Although this will seriously reduce the reliability of the firearms, the power of the bullets will indeed increase; equipped with broadswords and spears, after those green skins get close, at least there will be

With the weapons at hand, he could resist for a while. The green-skinned man could tear three or four people to pieces with his face, but he could still get six, seven or eight spears pierced into his body.

Everyone says that the Beast Slayers have a special method for defeating the greenskins, but in La Crocha's view, what is the special method? Stronger courage, full of hatred hidden in the heart, and more bravery without fear of death.

To one. In order to kill two or three greenskins, they often have to pay ten lives.

That's all.

But it's different now.

Earlier, when the group leader talked to him and asked if he wanted to accept the adaptation, he thought very simply: The treatment is better than before, he can get better equipment, and he can continue to fight greenskins. Is there anything wrong with this?

But what he didn't expect was that after accepting the adaptation, the entire way of fighting would change.

After a few days of rest in the military camp and a round of training under the eyes of the governor, he felt that he suddenly understood a lot.

Shooting postures, military skills, position building, group coordination, armor coordination, artillery coordination...

Those few days were magical, my mind suddenly became clear, I could understand any principle as soon as it was taught, and I could master any skill as soon as I practiced it.

Coming to the front line again, he was the captain...oh, now the squad leader.

Under the leadership of the squad leader, a total of ten people built two firepower points. They were built with common building fragments and broken bricks from the ruins. They were located on a small slope, forming a commanding strike point.

There are several such firepower points separated by a short distance. They are built by other soldiers of the same company to ensure that they can form cross firepower and support each other smoothly.

This knowledge has just been learned. In the past, they could only rely on experience and could not build a position so effectively.

And these positions were effective immediately.

A team of about a dozen greenskins sneaked up under the cover of night, and when the sentry discovered them, they had already arrived not far from a fortification.

The sound of gunfire woke everyone up, and several soldiers stationed there began to resist vigorously. The brothers next door who were able to provide fire support also opened fire immediately, with the sound of machine guns and rifles.

Immediately, two or three greenskins were killed by the dense bullets.

The team then retreated while fighting, and three of them died, allowing the greenskins to occupy the fortification. However, support came in and fired two rounds from a rocket launcher.

After the fight was over, seven or eight people rushed in together, bayonets fixed, and started fighting with the only remaining greenskins.

La Crocha was one of them, and he stabbed one to death with his own hands.

Humans would certainly suffer in close combat. Even if the greenskins were injured and killed most of them, the remaining four still killed seven soldiers.

But overall, the exchange ratio between the two sides is only one to one.

In the past, these dozen greenskins could kill their entire company.

However, the battle was not over at this time. Their position was disrupted, and the greenskins on the opposite side seemed to seize this opportunity, invest more manpower, and launch an attack on them.

It was dark tonight, but through the searchlights on the position, La Crocia could clearly see that there must be at least fifty greenskins, forming thick black shadows, rushing towards their position.

He was extremely nervous at the time and opened fire wildly with his comrades.

Everyone seems to know that there seems to be no way to survive. There is no way to escape. They can't outrun these greenskins.

At this moment, what they are thinking about is to try to take away one by one before they die.

But at this moment, a whistling sound came from above their heads!

La Crocha remembered that before coming to support, the platoon commander seemed to have said that as soon as there was a fight here, the company commander would send a telegram to the joint artillery regiment behind. As long as you hold on, you can get artillery support!

Isn’t this coming?

At least three shells fell in front.

The huge explosion was almost deafening.

But La Crocha was inexplicably excited!

This is called war!

The orcs have rough skin and thick flesh, but they are still flesh and blood. Under the powerful power of the 155 howitzer, no bones are left within the radius of five or six meters of the explosion; the shock wave and dense shrapnel within fifty meters are also enough

Lethal lethality.

The three cannonballs were fired very accurately. If the greenskins hadn't been relatively scattered and knew how to lie down to avoid the cannonballs when they came, these three cannonballs would have been enough to kill them all.

But despite this, at least twenty greenskins were finished.

The remaining ones got up howling and continued to rush up the slope.

But at this moment, more firepower points in the surrounding area reacted and fired wildly at this place. At least ten machine guns were aimed at this place, and there were countless rifles.

The firepower network formed by the G9M light machine gun and the G9A automatic rifle was countless times higher than the iron tube rifles they had used in the past. Under the intensive shooting of the firepower network, the greenskins eventually fell on the charging road.

From then on, throughout the night, the entire defense line seemed to be lively. It seemed like there was fighting everywhere. The sound of gunfire could be heard vaguely from as far away as ten kilometers away, and the rumbling sound of artillery was even more constant.

La Crocha and the others were subsequently attacked several times, and they also suffered a lot of casualties, especially when the greenskins got close to them at a distance of thirty to fifty meters. As long as the opponent's crude firearms hit,

Let one of your side die.

But where can one not die in a war?

Tonight, what La Crocha can guarantee is that at least in this position where he is, the greenskins will die more than they do.

After daybreak, the greenskin offensive stopped.

Counting the losses and results, the greenskins in front lost more than fifty corpses, of which thirty or forty must have been killed by artillery and rocket launchers. There must have been ten shot dead, and five or six others.

He rushed up to fight with bayonets and was killed by them.

On La Crocha's side, they also lost thirty soldiers.

A new company, carrying their breakfast, took their place at ten o'clock in the morning.

La Crocha and his comrades, after fighting all night and losing 30% of their vitality, were able to retreat and rest first.

He didn't feel tired at all, he was even very excited and wanted to fight again!

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Roasting Ax felt very tired and very depressed, but he still wanted to fight again.

Fighting, killing, watching blood splatter... This is the green-skinned orc's biggest hobby, and it is a nature engraved in their genes.

They are savage, violent, fighting is their nature, and are not afraid of death. The thing they fear most in life is not fighting, and not winning will make them unhappy.

I am not very happy today.

In order not to lose the fight, Roast Ax could only temporarily send his boys back.

Several mad doctors performed operations on the green-skinned boy who had lost his hands, feet, and head. If the hand was missing, he would cut one off from another green-skin and sew it on; the same would be true for the missing leg. Some green-skinned boys who had been bombarded by cannons

There are really a lot of missing parts on the body, but the head is still alive, so the head is cut off and replaced with a corpse with a relatively complete body but a rotten head...

Roasting Ax watched his boys being reassembled one by one, feeling a little happy.
To be continued...