Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 145

145. Chapter 145, more death, more waaagh!

Aiaro Lacroxia felt that war seemed to have changed.

Or rather, this was war, and the past was just a small fight.

He was born in a wandering tribe of survivors. It was really hard to get food if he stayed in the tribe. Under the leadership of a senior, a dozen teenagers left the tribe and followed a merchant to the garbage town to join an adventure group.

It was called an adventure group, but in fact it was an armed garbage man. They got more than a dozen guns from the merchant on credit, and then they started their scavenging career.

Not daring to take risks, they looked for some scrap metal and hot limestone in the safe area outside the garbage town, collected a day’s supply, and took it back to the garbage town to exchange for food.

After buying food and paying off the gun loan owed a little bit every day, there was nothing left.

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

Life during that period was hopeless and had no future. But he didn’t feel that sad. It was good to have food to eat. For a long time, he didn’t know what it felt like to have enough food.

He and his companions had been in the garbage town for two years. Just when he thought he would live like this for the rest of his life until he couldn’t work anymore, he met the greenskins.

Among a dozen fellow villagers, only six survived. The rest, including his predecessor who brought them out, were all killed by the greenskins.

If it were just casualties, it would be fine, but those fellow villagers died too miserably. Those greenskins ate people alive in front of them, smashed their heads and ate their brains.

He wanted to take the body back, but he didn’t dare, and was dragged back.

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

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

It was embarrassing to say that he was going to take revenge on those greenskins, but after the three of them came in, he was the only one who survived after fighting for four months, and he had killed only one greenskin himself.

In the past, when they wanted to trouble the greenskins, they could only find small groups of targets, at most two or three people. But even so, they had to gather thirty or fifty people before they dared to take action.

There was no advantage in shooting at those greenskins with iron pipe rifles. The range was similar, but the power was far inferior. Mortals could not withstand many bullets like those greenskins. Therefore, the people of the Beast Slaughter Group could only think of other ways.

Modify the firearms, increase the caliber, and increase the charge. Although this would seriously reduce the reliability of the firearms, the power of the bullets was indeed increased; equipped with broadswords and spears, when those greenskins got close, at least they had a handy weapon to resist. The greenskins could tear three or four people to pieces face to face, and there would always be six or seven or eight spears stuck in their bodies.

Everyone says that the Beast Slayers have a special way to fight the greenskins, but in Lacrosha’s opinion, what is this special way? Stronger courage, full of hatred in the heart, fearless multi-to-one. In order to kill two or three greenskins, they often have to pay ten lives.

That’s all.

But now it’s different.

Earlier, when the regiment leader talked to him and asked if he wanted to accept the reorganization, he thought very simply: the treatment is better than before, there are better equipment to get, and he can continue to fight the greenskins. What’s wrong with this?

But what he didn’t expect was that after accepting the reorganization, the whole way of fighting changed.

After resting in the barracks for a few days and going through a round of training under the eyes of the governor, he felt that he seemed to understand a lot all of a sudden.

Shooting posture, military skills, building positions, group cooperation, armored coordination, artillery coordination…

Those few days were magical, and my head suddenly became clear. I understood what the truth was once I talked about it, and I could learn what skills I could learn once I practiced.

When he came to the front line again, he was the captain… oh, now he is the squad leader.

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

There were several such firepower points at a short distance. They were built by other comrades in the same company to ensure that they could form crossfire with each other and support each other smoothly.

This knowledge was just learned. In the past, they could only rely on experience to mess around and could not build positions so effectively.

And these positions immediately took effect.

A team of about a dozen greenskins sneaked up in the night. When the sentry found them, they were not far from a fortification.

The sound of gunfire woke everyone up, and several soldiers stationed there began to fight hard. The brothers next door who could provide fire support also immediately opened fire, and the sound of machine guns and rifles was heard.

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

The group then fought and retreated, and three people died. They let the greenskins occupy the fortifications, but then someone came to support them and fired two rounds of rocket launchers into it.

After the fight, seven or eight people rushed in together, with bayonets fixed, and fought with the remaining greenskins.

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

In close combat, humans are of course at a disadvantage. Even though most of the greenskins were injured or killed by the explosion, the remaining four people still killed seven soldiers.

But overall, the exchange ratio between the two sides was 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 here, and the greenskins on the opposite side seemed to seize this opportunity, invested more people, and launched an attack on them.

The moon is dark tonight, but with the help of the searchlight on the position, Lacroxia clearly saw that there were at least fifty greenskins, forming heavy black shadows, rushing towards their position.

He was very nervous at the time, and he fired wildly with his comrades.

Everyone seemed to know that there seemed to be no way to survive. There was no way to run, they could not outrun these greenskins.

At this moment, the idea they thought about was to take as many as possible before they died.

But at this moment, a whistling sound came from the top of their heads!

Lacroxia remembered that before coming to support, the platoon leader seemed to have said that as long as a fight broke out here, the company commander would telegraph to the joint artillery regiment in the rear. As long as we hold on, we can get artillery support!

Isn’t it coming!

At least three shells fell in front.

The huge explosion almost deafened my ears.

But Lakrosa was inexplicably excited!

This is called fighting!

The orcs have thick skin and flesh, but they are still flesh and blood. Under the power of the 155 howitzer, those within the radius of the explosion of five or six meters were killed; within fifty meters, the shock wave and dense shrapnel were also lethal.

The three shells were very accurate. If those greenskins were not scattered and knew how to lie down and hide when the shells came, these three shells would be enough to kill them all.

But despite this, at least twenty greenskins were finished.

The rest of them howled and climbed up the slope.

But at this moment, more firepower points in the surrounding area reacted and fired crazily 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 many times higher than the iron tube rifles they used to have. Under the dense shooting of the firepower network, those greenskins finally fell on the way to charge.

From then on, the whole night and the entire defense line seemed to be lively, as if there were wars everywhere. The sound of gunfire could be heard from as far as ten kilometers away, and the rumbling of artillery was constant.

Lakrosa and his men were also attacked several times afterwards, and they also suffered a lot of casualties, especially when the greenskins approached them within a distance of thirty or fifty meters. The opponent’s rough guns could kill one of their own people as long as they hit.

But where is there no death in war?

Tonight, Lakrosa can guarantee that at least in his position, the greenskins died more than them.

After dawn, the greenskins’ offensive stopped.

Counting the losses and results, the greenskins in front lost more than fifty bodies, of which thirty or forty were killed by artillery and rocket launchers, ten were shot, and five or six were killed by them when they rushed up to fight with bayonets.

Lakrosa and his men also lost thirty soldiers.

A new company, with their breakfast, took over their position at ten o’clock in the morning.

After fighting all night and losing 30% of their manpower, Lacrosha and his comrades were able to retreat and rest.

He himself did not feel tired, and was even very excited and wanted to fight again!

…

Baked Axe felt very tired and very upset, but he still wanted to fight again.

Fighting, killing, watching blood splashing… This is the biggest hobby of the green-skinned orcs, and it is a nature engraved in their genes.

They are savage, violent, and take fighting as their nature. They are not afraid of death. The thing they fear most in their lives is not having a fight, and they will be unhappy if they can’t win.

Today is not very happy.

In order to avoid losing, Baked Axe can only let his boys retreat temporarily.

Several crazy doctors performed operations on the green-skinned boys with broken hands, feet, and heads. If you are missing a hand, cut one from another greenskin and sew it on; the same goes for missing a foot. Some of the greenskins that had been bombarded by artillery had too many missing parts, but their heads were still there and they were not dead. So they cut off their heads and replaced them with a body that was still intact but had a rotten head…

Roasted Axe was a little happier when he saw his guys being reassembled one by one.

I like fighting and I am not afraid of death, but that doesn’t mean I have to fight even if I know I can’t win. Living is for the next fight. If too many greenskins die, it will be difficult to fight later.

He returned to the barracks built from the ruins, copied a red, crude-looking communicator, and operated it twice casually, trying to contact the boss behind.

However, the communicator made a crackling sound of electricity, but it could not be connected.

Roasted Axe became even angrier, and he shouted to the outside: “Kacha! Kacha! Let me in!”

A guy who looked much thinner than him but was actually stronger than the average greenskin orc walked in with a wrench.

“Boss Roast Axe, what do you want me to do?”

“Fix this thing for me! I need to contact Boss Meat Tearer!”

“Is this thing broken again?”

Kacha took the communicator from Roast Axe, scratched his head, then knocked it a few times with a small hammer, and removed a few parts from it with a wrench.

Then, it handed the communicator back to Roast Axe: “I think this should be fine.”

Roast Axe didn’t care, he fiddled with it a few more times, and it really connected.

He kicked Ka Cha on the butt and kicked the wrench guy away. When he heard the familiar panting sound, Kao Fu couldn’t wait to shout: “Meat-tearing boss! I listened to you and took the opportunity to charge when those shrimps changed guards! Many guys died, and they didn’t rush down. Those shrimps’ cannons are too fierce, I also want a big bomb! I also want a truck! I also want a motorcycle!”

“No!” Meat-tearing boss refused, “You stay there first! Those who want to fight, go fight! I heard from the elders that if we wait for a while, we can have a big thing, a big bomb! We can’t expose it first! Wait until new guys and new fart spirits grow up, and then bring these big bombs, and we will kill all those shrimps in one wave!”

“Okay…you are the boss and I will listen to you.” Kao Fu said sullenly, “but you have to promise me that you must give me more big bombs when the time comes!”

“Give it to you, give it to you!”

…

Pah, the call was hung up. The Iron Tooth Clan’s big boss, Tear of Flesh, took heavy steps and found the elder.

He was an old orc, and his teeth were almost all gone.

Old orcs were not common among greenskins. Orcs who couldn’t fight wouldn’t live long, and greenskins didn’t have the traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young.

But then again, if a greenskin could live to a very old age and still hold an important position in the clan, it meant that he must be special, and he was definitely not as weak as he looked.

When facing the elders, Tear of Flesh, as the boss of the entire clan, would also maintain some respect – which was not easy for greenskins.

“When will our big Bombshell be ready?” asked Tear Meat. “Those guys keep asking for support. If it doesn’t work, I can only let them withdraw. Some new shrimps are quite powerful. Those guys were beaten to a pulp!”

The elder thought for a moment and said, “We still have to keep fighting. More deaths, more WAAAGHs, more big boys, more deaths, more WAAAGHs, more boys, more deaths… Then we will win! We can all become bigger orcs! The guys on the front line need to work harder. If it doesn’t work, send more fart elves up. There are too many fart elves. We don’t need that many. The new mushrooms are about to grow up, but we still need more land to grow more mushrooms.”

(End of this chapter)