George's Conviction
"Boom!"
A shell exploded in the crowd, blasting several orcs away, but Giant Mountain withstood the attack thanks to his strong physique and heavy armor.
The shrapnel pierced its body, creating gruesome wounds, but those wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the shrapnel became scales embedded in its body surface.
"Roar—it's no use, Imperial People! You can't kill me, you'll only make me stronger!" The Giant Mountain swung its warhammer and roared, even carelessly crushing the orc's head that rolled in front of it.
"Giant Mountain!"
"Those Imperial People fortresses are just ahead! Crush them!"
"Da da da da—"
Through the windows of the bunker, rows of gun barrels flashed with intense fire, and the soldiers inside relentlessly fired at the surging orcs until the muzzles were red-hot.
Waves of orcs fell one after another, their corpses piling up like mountains, but the machine guns could no longer stop the orcs' horde. They were fearless and charged forward wave after wave, with only the unwavering belief in their hearts. "I want to fight."
At this moment, the Giant Mountain at the forefront was less than two hundred meters away from the bunker. This guy was physically strong and had an amazing recovery ability. He could withstand bullets as easily as eating and drinking, which gave the imperial soldiers a headache.
With the two sides so close together, artillery support would soon become unusable, forcing them to engage in brutal combat and rely on sheer strength to repel the orcs.
In the eyes of the Imperial soldiers, these orcs were extremely stupid and weak, and almost every soldier in the bunker had killed more than ten orcs.
But the problem is—they are simply too numerous to kill. There are tens of thousands of orcs charging alongside the Giant Mountain alone, and the dense green tide almost covers the entire battlefield.
Just how prolific are these guys?
Such a question arose in the minds of every Imperial soldier, who also went so far as to curse the orcs' ancestors with extremely vulgar Imperial slang. Unfortunately, strictly speaking, these Green-skinned Orcs had no relatives.
The Ogre hoisted Rocket Launcher, aimed at the distant Giant Mountain, and roared, "You damned, disgusting green thing! You sewer maggot, you cockroach in the cracks of the wall, I'm going to fry you into roast meat!"
"Whoosh—"
With a plume of white smoke, a rocket suddenly shot out, heading straight for the orc chieftain not far away.
However, the Giant Mountain remained unperturbed. It looked around but couldn't find anything suitable, so it grabbed an ordinary orc and hurled it with tremendous force.
"Ah--"
With the orc's screams, the rocket exploded in mid-air, and the orc was also blown apart in a particularly tragic way, with blood mist flying everywhere and his severed body fragments scattered like flowers falling from the sky.
Immediately afterward, another rocket came from a distance. Giant Tooth abandoned his pretense, grabbed another unfortunate orc, and hurled it as a weapon, causing another explosion.
After all, finding a suitable orc is much easier than finding a suitable stone. Orcs are endless and everywhere, but stones are not.
The Ogre carrying the Rocket Launcher was stunned. After a moment of silence, he spat out angrily, "This fucking works?"
Giant Mountain stared at the explosion in mid-air, cursing, "It's all those damned Imperial People' fault! Hey you, you're a good orc, I'll avenge you!"
It raised its arms and shouted, "Brothers, charge with me and avenge our fallen comrades!! Waaaagh!"
"The boss is right!"
"Revenge!"
The orcs roared angrily, their charge growing stronger. However, the orcs who had been surrounding the Giant Mountain were quite honest and quietly distanced themselves, afraid of being grabbed and used as weapons.
To the officers and soldiers of the Empire, the orcs' offensive was utterly chaotic and tactless, like a swarm of mindless locusts.
But their sheer numbers were overwhelming. The beastmen were willing to risk their lives to fill the gaps. All talk of cooperation and cover was utter nonsense!
Finally, after paying the price of tens of thousands of deaths and staining the battlefield leading to the fortress with blood, the orcs were about to reach the fortress and were finally able to launch a counterattack against the Imperial People.
At this moment, the two sides are no more than 100 meters apart.
Amidst the whistling of gunfire, the Giant Mountain, using its warhammer as a shield, pressed forward relentlessly, triumphantly shouting, "Imperial People, are you afraid! Are you afraid of our charge!"
Under its guidance, the orcs' force field grew increasingly intense, enveloping the Empire's defenses.
Not only did the bullets fired by the machine guns often deviate from their intended trajectory, but several machine guns inside the bunker also went out of service one after another.
"Damn it, what's wrong with these machine guns?"
"The fuel system and ignition system are working properly, and the parts are not worn. This is a brand new heavy machine gun from the factory."
"Keosius, this is completely against the rules!"
The engineers were extremely anxious, disassembling and inspecting the weapon repeatedly, checking the fuel pump, ignition module, and other devices, but they found no problems inside the weapon.
This is the power of the beastmen's idealism.
—They are natural War Machine. With the combination of Gruumsh and the Abyss, these Green-skinned Orcs can quickly adapt to any battlefield and become the darlings of blood and fire.
"Boom!"
As the orcs charged, dozens of landmines laid in front of the defensive line were triggered one after another, but only half of them were triggered. Clumps of gravel and sand shot into the sky, and pieces of orc flesh and blood even flew into the Empire's trenches.
Giant Mountain raised his warhammer high and roared, "Charge! Smash these Imperial People! Loot everything they have!"
"Good!"
"Waaaagh!!"
They were incredibly excited to finally see the Imperial soldiers.
Instantly, the orcs surged toward the Imperial defenses like sharks smelling blood. Their eyes were bloodshot and crimson, their muscles were congested with blood, and veins bulged on their skin like roots.
These War Machine went completely mad! In an instant, the force field became incredibly strong and violent, sweeping over the Imperial soldiers. Even seasoned Half-Red Dragon veterans who had fought countless battles couldn't help but shudder.
But soon, the Imperial officers and soldiers demonstrated their tactical prowess, quickly establishing several intersecting firing positions, raising their rifles, pulling the triggers, and unleashing a hail of bullets upon the orcs.
Meanwhile, the Ogre and Half-Red Dragon heavy infantry carried giant shields and stood at the forefront, ready to deal with the onslaught of the beast tide at any time.
Staring at the Ogre not far away, Giant Mountain's face turned fierce as he shouted, "I remember you! You're the one who hit me with that thing!"
As the saying goes, when enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred. The Ogre cursed under his breath, hoisted his Rocket Launcher again, used his heavy shield as a stand, aimed at the orc in the distance, and shouted, "Kill it! That greenskin must die!"
"Hahaha, I can tell! You're scared!"
"Damn it, I fought against angels alongside His Your Majesty Keosius back in the day, why would I be afraid of a mere green bug like you?!"
The Ogre angrily pulled the trigger, and a rocket, trailing white smoke, shot out at incredible speed, heading straight for the orc.
"Waaaagh!"
He charged forward through a hail of bullets Giant Mountain, raised his warhammer with both hands, roared, and leaped into the air, soaring more than ten meters high, narrowly avoiding a rocket aimed at his head.
Immediately afterwards, the orc leaped down from mid-air, roaring with unstoppable momentum, its entire body radiating an unimaginable and terrifying force field.
At this moment, the will of tens of thousands of orcs around him converged on the Giant Mountain, making his power even stronger and his appearance even more ferocious and terrifying, with flames spewing from the back of his hammer.
The Ogre veteran looked up, muttering incredulously, "It's clearly just a green-skinned creature."
"Boom!"
The sound shook the sky as the Giant Mountain crashed down, smashing the Ogre's head to pieces. Fragments of flesh and bone were scattered everywhere, and even his body was deeply embedded in the ground, creating a huge crater.
Since the start of the war, the first casualty of the Embers of the Burned Empire has finally appeared.
"Waaagh!"
"Smash them! Brutal Giant Mountain, mighty Giant Mountain!!"
"So powerful, so incredibly powerful! We'll slaughter all these Imperial People just like that!"
What happened up ahead?
"Giant Mountain! Boss Giant Mountain killed an Imperial soldier, and I heard he was a big, strong guy!"
"Okay, okay!"
In an instant, the beastmen cheered in unison, and tens of thousands of people around them roared with all their might, the sound soaring into the sky and almost shattering the heavens.
Although their casualty ratio is still one to hundreds of thousands, this is at least a breakthrough from zero to one, which is a great event that all Green-skinned Orcs should celebrate.
"Giant Mountain Jushan, I want to kill like you! Throw me in there!"
"Throw it in?"
"Yeah, just like you threw that unlucky guy out as a human shield, throw me out too!"
"I want one too! I want one too!"
Driven by fanaticism, the orcs on the front lines have gone completely mad, their minds consumed only with killing and fighting.
They even begged the Giant Mountain to throw them into the empire's trenches, just so they could use their Bone Club and stone spears to deliver a vicious blow to the imperial soldiers.
"Good!"
The Giant Mountain readily complied, lifting one orc in each hand and letting out a soft "heave-ho," easily tossing the two orcs into the air.
The two orcs looked down at the Imperial soldiers in the trenches from mid-air, gripped their crude weapons, and shouted excitedly, "Waaagh! Prepare to die! We're coming!"
"Bang!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A barrage of gunfire erupted, and to the astonishment of the Imperial soldiers, the two crazed orcs were riddled with holes, resembling gourds of blood, before plummeting from mid-air.
Giant Mountain scratched his head and muttered, "I didn't think this would be of any use."
"Bang!"
"Gentlemen—these greenskins have gone so far as to be arrogant! This is an insult to the Empire!" A gunshot rang out first, followed by a familiar voice.
The imperial soldiers all turned their heads, looking behind them towards the source of the sound—
The speaker was a brown-haired man with golden eyes. He was dressed in a neat and smart military uniform, with his left hand on a long sword and his right hand holding a silver pistol that was emitting blue smoke.
He wore four golden five-pointed stars on his shoulders, and a delicate and luxurious Dragon Claw Medal was pinned to his left breast—a symbol of an Imperial Earl.
"It's Commander George!"
"By Keosius, he has actually come to the front lines in person!"
"I've heard that he rose through the ranks on the battlefield. This commander was promoted to division commander by personally killing a Four-Winged Angel!"
"I heard it was Six-Winged Angel?"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
George looked around, raised his pistol again, and fired several shots into the air, drawing everyone's attention.
"Don't be intimidated by their imposing manner! They're just a bunch of inferior greenskins! Don't you want to be like me, high-ranking noble officers?"
"Take up your swords, spears, and guns—for His Your Majesty Keosius, for the Empire! And for your glorious future!"
His generous voice echoed through the trenches, inspiring everyone and making them feel the hot dragon blood slowly flowing through their bodies.
George, as the division commander, personally went to the front lines. Moreover, this division commander was a symbol of the "Empire Dream" who had risen from a Da Tou soldier to his current position. The soldiers at the front lines were immediately inspired.
"Yes! Kill all these damned greens! Eradicate these world-destroying bugs completely!"
"For the Empire!"
"For His Your Majesty Keosius!"
"They are seasoned veterans, after all, fighting for the Empire!" With the support of the Empire's will and the faith of Keosius, the Empire's soldiers quickly organized and launched a fierce counterattack.
"Boom! Boom!"
Hand grenades were thrown from the trenches and exploded among the crowd, instantly turning dozens of orcs into dusty, bloody messes.
Immediately afterwards, a dozen machine guns and hundreds of rifles opened fire simultaneously, forming a dense and interwoven network of fire, wantonly slaughtering the orcs that charged in front of them.
In an instant, under this intense firepower, the orcs on the front line died one after another, and their battle line retreated dozens of meters.
At this moment, Giant Mountain was fighting alone.
In order to deal with this particularly prominent orc leader, the Imperial officers and soldiers went to great lengths, with George personally directing and organizing a complete set of tactics.
"Whoosh—"
With a whooshing sound, more than a dozen metal balls were thrown at the orcs from different directions.
The Giant Mountain roared to the sky, thinking that these metal spheres were those exploding "eggs," and frantically swung its warhammer.
"It's no use, you can't hurt me! Just wait, we'll kill you all!" However, unexpectedly, these metal spheres suddenly cracked open in mid-air, releasing large nets crackling with electric arcs.
Under the influence of the orc's field, half of the metal balls rolled to the ground, but several still flew towards the orc from all directions.
"Waaaaagh!"
The orc swung his warhammer fiercely, but became entangled in the large net. This net, made of the silk of the Underdark Spider Silk, was extremely tough and could not be torn even by Giant Mountain.
He struggled fiercely, but the entanglement only intensified, and the net tightened around his body, twisting him into a tangled mess.
"Discharge," George commanded calmly, waving his hand.
Instantly, terrifying high-voltage current surged along the large nets towards the orc, scorching its skin and leaving grid-like char marks. The Giant Mountain also let out screams in agony while enveloped in the electric light.