Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 153

153. Chapter 153, Tribe (7K words, please subscribe!)

If there was a reliable friendly force to help attract attention from the front, the five Space Marines of the Phoenix might have a chance to succeed. But at this moment, there were only 28 Storm Troopers around them.

Although they were also elite, it was impossible for 28 of them to face an enemy fifty times the number and attract the attention of the Space Marines from the front. Even if they died, they couldn’t do it.

What’s more, even if they could attract hatred from the front, it would be difficult to rush in and behead them.

That greenskin leader looked very strong.

He was wearing heavy equipment and his entire body was over three meters tall. The modified hot weapons and cold weapons all looked exaggerated. That heavy armor was definitely not something that could be easily broken.

Martins and his team were well-informed. After evaluating the strength of this monster, even a veteran Space Marine could not take it down in a one-on-one fight. Only if the five of them rushed to its face at the same time could they ensure a quick and undelayed kill. But as long as there is a slight problem in the middle link, they will be delayed, and the surrounding greenskins will continue to support them, and they may be trapped inside and unable to get out.

Forget it, forget it.

Focus on monitoring and wait for Governor Gu to come with the main force. By then, there will be a large force pushing in, and the five of them will take action in the melee, and they will have a much better

chance. There is no need to be adventurous now.

However, they stopped fighting, and the greenskins seemed to have discovered them.

The eye-catching orc boss cast his eyes from a distance at their hiding place.

Martins frowned.

“Why were we discovered?”

He was really confused.

Could it be that he hadn’t fought with the greenskins for a while, and his senses had deteriorated?

But after thinking carefully, there was nothing wrong with their actions. The elites of the Storm Squadron did a good job, and it shouldn’t be so easy to be discovered.

“I don’t know how they found out.” Schneider said, “I only know that we are in trouble.”

Be prepared for battle… Fight a ghost!

Thirty people fighting against a thousand orcs with heavy equipment and a boss is courting death.

While the distance between the two sides is still far, it is right to run!

However, when they were running away, they soon found out what had discovered them.

It was of course a green-skinned orc, standing next to the orc boss. His hunched body did not look tall, and he did not have any exaggerated weapons and equipment on him. The overall absorption was very ordinary. The only unusual thing was that he was holding a silver-gray metal stick in his hand. It should not have been a product of green-skin technology, but on its upper part, it was decorated with animal teeth and multi-colored paint, full of green-skinned orc style.

The old orc pointed the scepter at the location of the Space Marines.

An intuition that danger was coming made them start to dodge immediately.

At this time, a red beam of light shot straight at them.

The Space Marines were all fine, but the light penetrated the bodies of two storm squad soldiers.

The alloy steel bulletproof inserts under the military uniforms had almost no effect. A fist-sized, penetrating hole was burned on the bodies of the two soldiers.

The beam passed through the bodies of the two men and went far out until it hit the ruins wall in the distance and disappeared.

The two men fell to the ground helplessly, their bodies twitching and struggling helplessly on the ground.

They were not dead yet, but they were doomed.

No one could save them, and when they retreated, they could not take two wounded soldiers who would die in a few minutes at most.

This could not be regarded as abandoning their comrades, but it was inevitable that their morale would be low when they ran away.

However, although there was no drag, their escape was still not smooth.

The hunchbacked old orc kept releasing beams in his hand, and he would shoot one every few minutes.

This highly penetrating concentrated energy beam, even the Space Marines could not ignore its lethality. If they were hit by two shots, the power armor would be broken; three shots would probably be fatal.

They didn’t even need to hit the same spot. After two shots, the defense of the entire armor would decrease due to structural changes, which was enough for the third shot to cause fatal damage.

Fortunately, although the old orc’s attack range was very long, it still had a terrible killing effect at a distance of two kilometers.

However, he didn’t have a high-power scope and lacked the ability to aim and shoot. Although the beam would not have the problem of trajectory deviation due to the long distance, it would be useless if the aim was not accurate. The reason why the first shot was fatal was that the team had not had time to completely disperse the formation, and the distance between each other was a bit too close. It was easy to hit with a random shot, which caused the two storm squads to suffer a fatal blow.

At this moment, when they moved and the formation was more dispersed, it was not so easy to hit.

What’s more, they were not without the ability to resist.

The grenade launcher and the electromagnetic rifle in the hands of the storm team had the ability to kill the enemy at a distance of two kilometers – although there would be a considerable attenuation, it would still be fatal if they were hit.

The T3 soldiers were already very reliable in terms of shooting accuracy, not to mention the Space Marines who could not use T to show their abilities. They even had a combat assistance system built into their power armor to help them complete their shooting tasks more accurately.

Even though the guns in their hands were not sniper models specifically used for long-range killing, they were still able to threaten the old orc at a distance of two kilometers.

However, they did not succeed in shooting him, and only a few greenskins who accidentally blocked the gun died.

The old orc was also quite cunning. After discovering that he had become a target, he did not bite the bullet and shoot at the Space Marines and Storm Troopers, but hid behind the orc warlord.

This was a large bunker. Even a bolter could not hit his armor at a distance of two kilometers, let alone hurt the old orc behind him.

But at the same time, hiding was not easy to be killed by a bolter or an electromagnetic rifle, but he could no longer continue to threaten the fleeing humans.

However, the situation suffered by the human side was not much better.

A considerable part of the entire greenskin army was on the move.

Armed trucks and killing tanks were all on the move, chasing after them. Even the orc general personally went out to fight.

Bullets kept coming at them from a distance of two kilometers.

The shabby guns in the hands of those greenskin boys were firing loudly, but their bullets could not reach a distance of two kilometers at all, and they fell to the ground halfway, not to mention accuracy.

But the greenskins did not lack weapons that could threaten them at this distance.

Not to mention the iron barrel cannon, that thing is not accurate. Although it is powerful, even if you want to use a cannon to kill a mosquito, you have to be able to hit it.

But the large machine guns on the armed trucks and the multi-barreled machine guns equipped with killing cans can still pose a threat at a distance of more than two kilometers.

It is difficult to say what the accuracy of the greenskin orcs’ weapons is. However, when the bullets are fired in an extremely dense manner, as long as the general direction can be guaranteed, the bullets are still lethal at a distance of two kilometers, then with the huge number, just stray bullets are threatening enough.

During the escape, soldiers of the Storm Squad kept falling down.

At this moment, turning around and firing back is not particularly meaningful. They can’t kill all the enemies, nor can they repel the enemies.

They can only keep running.

Of course, they can’t run away.

The Space Marines may still have hope if they run away at full speed. Those elite soldiers of the Storm Squad will definitely not be able to escape.

But even for the Space Marines, the probability of wanting to run away is actually not high. After all, if they ran at full speed, they would be leaving their backs to the enemy to shoot at. The weakest part of the Space Marines’ power armor is definitely the back.

To die with your back to the enemy is undoubtedly a huge shame for a Space Marine.

And even if they gave up their honor and their allies to run away in order to preserve the fire of the Chapter, they might not have a good ending.

Before they completely escaped from the enemy’s attack range and escaped from the pursuit, one of the five of them might fall down, and they would have to pay a lot of lives to escape, and there would be no chance to recover the gene seed.

And now, although they are still retreating, sometimes they are facing the enemy while firing and retreating, and sometimes they hide behind a slope or a ruined building to temporarily stop the bullets from coming…

If they retreat in this way, they will definitely not run fast.

On the contrary, even if the road is rough, the armed truck has six wheels after all. Even if the wheels can’t run in some places, the speed will not be much slower by taking a detour.

And walking mechas like killing tanks are no problem at all.

Although Martins and Schneider worked together to kill a killing tank at a distance of more than 1,000 meters through the sudden concentrated fire of the grenade guns, it did not quench their thirst.

They could only do their best to stop the enemy’s pursuit speed while fighting and retreating, and they could not run away in a straight line. On the one hand, they had to avoid the firepower, and on the other hand, they had to be careful not to be surrounded by the armored trucks that took a detour.

They now fully understood that being caught up was inevitable.

But this did not mean complete despair.

Although there was no talk between them, Martins believed that his comrades should have the same idea as him: they had to find a place that was conducive to defense, and then hold on until the arrival of reinforcements.

Although it was unknown how long they would have to hold on, this option was more reliable than running away.

Of course, they must also be prepared for the worst case scenario: the whole army was annihilated.

But what should they do? This is how war works.

Especially against this orc clan that has already exceeded the level of ordinary wild greenskins, who knows which will come first, the accident or the victory?

In the middle, they did find some places suitable for defense: they were several large, solid, three- or four-story buildings.

Although this place was no longer the core fire projection zone of orbital strikes, the fact that the buildings here could survive for a hundred years and survived the earthquake-like aftermath of orbital bombardment proved that those pre-war buildings were strong enough. If

they retreated into the tall buildings and fought inside them, it would be difficult for those armed trucks to drive in, and the killing tanks would be inconvenient to move. The area they needed to defend was only a section in front of them, and they would not have to face bullets from all directions like on flat ground.

But those tall buildings were still not the best choice.

They were worried that they would be blown up by those greenskins with targeted explosives, and they would still be attacked from all sides – if the enemy climbed up with some ladders.

Martins and his men were still looking for a more suitable place to hold on.

Although no one knew whether the last abandoned tall building that seemed to be able to be defended was the most suitable place to find next; and no one knew whether the next one would be worse, in order to maximize the defensive advantage, they could only try to keep looking.

This time, the Emperor seemed to have heard their faithful prayers, and their luck suddenly improved.

A soldier discovered an underground space in the ruins of a building.

This kind of basement, in terms of environment, is very suitable for holding on. Although there is still a risk of collapse due to bombing, as long as it is deep enough and strong enough, the risk of collapse is less than the risk of a high-rise building being blown up.

As for other aspects, they are almost all advantages.

There is only one entrance, which is convenient for holding on; the space inside is more limited, and there will be fewer enemies at the same time, and the enemy cannot play a numerical advantage; if the space is narrow, even things like killing cans cannot get in, which is even better.

If it really doesn’t work, seal the entrance. Although you can’t get out, at least you don’t have to worry about being conquered for a long time. Wait for a day, the governor’s army will come, and it may be much safer outside. They wear power armor and dig out with their bare hands. They may be able to dig out after a few days.

In short, it’s better than waiting to die.

The only question is whether the underground space is deep enough.

If it is just a small basement, it would be very dangerous if someone rushed into the entrance and blocked the entrance without space to move.

However, just passing by the underground entrance and taking a quick look, Martins dispelled this concern: This is not a basement at all, it is an underground research institute!

You can tell by looking at the heavy, solid round iron door at the entrance.

In the past, this iron door should have been powered, otherwise it would be impossible to close or open this door by manpower. But now, it is just open there, and the power has long been ineffective.

There is no room for hesitation, Martins chose to enter.

Five Space Marines, plus the 21 surviving Storm Squad soldiers, stepped into this underground space.

At Martins’s signal, a team of elite soldiers explored deeper. They had to find out what was going on inside, and where they could retreat if the battle went badly. In addition, they also had to find out if there were other entrances and exits to help them escape, or to guard them to prevent the greenskins from getting stabbed in the ass.

The rest of the people stayed more than 20 meters inside the entrance, and temporarily pulled in anything they could pick up, such as broken bricks, building panels… In short, they urgently built a position.

They had to guard the entrance, delay time as much as possible, and kill the enemy.

But they didn’t have much time. Just two minutes later, an enemy appeared at the entrance.

It was just a few greenskins, and it seemed that an armed truck that couldn’t get through had let go of the infantry on the truck.

As soon as they showed their heads, they were mercilessly killed.

The entrance was only 30 meters away, and the elite soldiers of the Space Marines and the Storm Squadron were all able to hit the target. The most important thing was that the weapons in their hands were not as weak as the G9 series rifles. The bolt gun was enough to kill the greenskin boy with one shot, and the electromagnetic rifle would only take a few more shots.

In other words, if the greenskins only used infantry to attack, they would probably not be able to take it down even if they died.

The Space Marines had nearly 300 rounds of ammunition per person; the storm troopers also had at least 180 rounds of ammunition.

If they use them sparingly and shoot more accurately, they should be able to hold on.

The greenskin orcs also understood this – even if they didn’t understand it, when they couldn’t get into the killing tank, they mobilized the iron barrel artillery to blow up the lower entrance, and gathered 20 guys to rush in, but none of them came out alive, they naturally understood it.

They didn’t continue to send people in to die, which gave Martins and others time to breathe.

But he also knew that this was the calm before the storm.

It was already late at night, but they didn’t dare to rest.

They tried to contact Governor Gu, but the wireless communication was cut off.

I’m afraid the greenskins have the relevant technology to block the communication information.

In short, they don’t have many choices now, and they can only hold on by relying on the geographical advantages here.

…

Orc elder Gorgon looked angrily at the Flesh Tear who was much stronger and bigger than him, and wanted to kill him.

But he couldn’t.

He couldn’t beat Flesh Tear.

He couldn’t even sit and watch Flesh Tear die.

He knew that those hiding were “canned animals”. In his distant memory, he had seen this kind of canned animals, and killing orc boys was as easy as killing farts.

Flesh Tear was already the strongest warrior in the tribe, but according to his past memories, he could judge that if Flesh Tear rushed in regardless of the consequences, he might be able to kill one or two canned animals, but he would eventually die there.

Flesh Tear couldn’t die. If he died, the more than a thousand boys who had finally gathered together would immediately fall into collapse again. There were five or six orc bosses of the same status below, and they only obeyed the Flesh Tear who was stronger and greener than them. Once Flesh Tear died, there would be a bloody struggle between them. They would fight each other with their boys and would not care about anything else until the last one was left.

If it were usual, Gorgon would not mind this, but not now.

He still needed the clan to continue to exist.

He could only persuade them earnestly: “Why don’t you listen to me? When have I ever lied to you?”

“No matter what I say!” Tear Meat was still so stubborn, “I must kill all those shrimps! I will not leave until they are all killed! All my guys are dead, the military factory is gone, the farm is gone, but I haven’t killed a shrimp with my own hands! This is absolutely not okay!”

“But we will all die here!” Gorgon growled, “Those shrimps have killed Roast Axe and all the guys in front, and they are coming to kill us! We must leave now, this is not the time to fight! When we have more guys and more big guns, we will kill these shrimps!”

After a pause, the orc elder Gorgon pointed to the tunnel entrance in the distance, which was almost invisible in the dark night, and continued: “A few years ago, I was dug out from there. After I killed those shrimps who dug me out with my own hands, I carefully explored there. It’s very strong there, and you can only rush in from the front of the entrance, but there are some cans guarding it, even you can’t rush in…”

At this point, Gorgon suddenly stopped talking.

He saw that the tyrannical eyes of Tear Meat were staring at him.

He seemed to have made a mistake. He just said to the strongest boss in a tribe, you can’t do it.

And this is something that most orc bosses would never believe.

The huge Tear Meat lowered his head and looked at the extremely old Gorgon.

Tear Meat said, “I am the boss, I don’t need to listen to you. I am the biggest in the tribe, the greener, there is nothing I can’t kill.”

At this point, his mechanized arm grabbed Gorgon’s throat and lifted his decaying body up: “You are too old and too cowardly. I have had enough of your words. I will keep your head and let you see with your own eyes how I tear those shrimps into pieces.”

Gorgon’s mouth was “hissing”, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn’t say anything.

Tear Meat didn’t want to listen to him anymore, and his mechanized arm just exerted force and broke Gorgon’s throat.

The brilliance in Gorgon’s eyes quickly disappeared.

At this moment, he remembered a lot of things.

He was originally just an ordinary craftsman from the Iron Tooth Clan. He was born on a warm planet. At that time, their clan had completely occupied there. The only remaining shrimps were kept in captivity as food, as slaves, and as tools for entertainment…

Then, there were shrimps.

The clan’s warships were destroyed, and many cans fell from the sky, and together with many shrimps, they suddenly attacked and destroyed the anti-orbital guns on the planet. Then the shrimps used countless artillery fire to baptize the entire planet up and down many times.

All the greenskins he knew died, and he was lucky to survive.

But then he was captured.

Then he came here and was locked up in the underground research institute not far away for who knows how many years.

He was dissected, but the tenacious vitality of the greenskins allowed him to survive again and again after simple suturing; he was injected with various inexplicable liquids and was used as a test subject for various experiments…

But suddenly one day, everything stopped.

He was stuffed into a refrigerator. It was very cold at that time, and he soon lost consciousness.

When he regained his memory, a few ragged shrimps appeared in front of him. They had never seen a creature like him, and after he recovered his strength, he broke the glass coffin that locked him and killed all the shrimps.

But he forgot a lot of things, how to make a cannon, how to make a killing jar… These are all things he only remembered recently.

Then, he went out and encountered a lot of monsters. He fought with those monsters, hunted them for food, and in the process, he also bleeds.

Within a year, some green plants began to grow in the place where he bleed. Squiggles, fart monsters, and other green-skinned guys began to grow gradually.

He was very happy. He was no longer alone. There were people who could fight with him and accompany him.

He still remembered that among the new guys, there was a guy named Flesh Tearer who he liked the most.

That guy lived up to his expectations and became the first boss.

They gathered all the guys together, and Gorgon established their tribe according to the appearance of the clan in his memory. He also gave this tribe the same name as before – Iron Tooth Clan.

Over the years, the number of people in the tribe increased, and they began to expand outward until they encountered many shrimps.

He was very happy. Fighting with shrimps was the most interesting.

As they fought, the tribe would become stronger and stronger. The boys fight and die, and those who survive become bigger and greener, and those who die will grow more green skin… until they become more and more numerous and stronger, and then Fleshtear can cause a huge ‘waaagh’, and the Irontooth Clan will sweep across the entire planet, making it exactly like the planet where he was born.

More than a month ago, a more powerful shrimp appeared.

Gorgon was not only not worried, but even more excited. In the fierce battle, the ‘waaagh’ force field became thicker and thicker, and Fleshtear became bigger and bigger. As he wandered in it, he remembered many technologies that he had forgotten, and rebuilt the killing can and the fear can, and even made a set of warlord armor for Fleshtear.

But… why did something like the one that destroyed the Irontooth Clan fall from the sky?

Gorgon didn’t understand.

If only we could also build a big ship flying outside the planet.

This was the last thought in his mind.

And the last sound he heard was the roar of Fleshtear.

Then, his consciousness returned to darkness.

…

Martins and Schneider looked solemn when they saw the flesh being torn apart.

At such a close distance, they were finally able to confirm that this was an Orc Warlord.

In their past combat experience, they clearly understood how strong this thing could be:

ordinary Space Marines could not survive more than three hits in front of an Orc Warlord; to defeat him in a duel, at least a company champion was needed.

At this moment, along with this Orc Warlord, there were also a sudden influx of green-skinned Orcs, the number of which was too numerous to count for a moment, but they could not all squeeze in because the entrance was not spacious enough.

Martins and Schneider looked at each other, and what they saw in each other’s eyes was not panic, but surprise.

The opportunity has come!

Don’t be afraid of this Orc Warlord appearing, as long as he appears, it will be a great opportunity!

To kill an Orc Warlord, you need a company champion to take action.

Isn’t that a coincidence?

There are two company champions here.

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