Green Skins Guard the Nation's Gates; Sneaky Bastards Die for Their Cause!

The next day, as the Greenskin Orc awoke from their slumber in the glow of the rising sun, preparing to begin a new round of "Waaaaagh" towards the positions defended by the Astra Militarum the previous day, they suddenly discovered... that all the humans in the positions had vanished!

Kroldaka, the Warboss, scratched its green head, then turned its gaze to the exposed Hive City, its defensive positions breached, and roared with its fangs wide open, "Waaaaagh!!!"

Although it's a simple word, the meaning it conveys is very easy to understand: it means... Charge!

Soon, like a green wave, the Orks rode their haphazardly made motorcycles, which were converted from garbage, and roared as they surged into the Hive City!

For a time, Greenskin Orc could be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, speeding and racing each other on motorcycles, creating a spectacular scene!

If someone who didn't know the situation came, they would probably think it was the first Celerus racing competition!

However, just as the Orks were enjoying their high-speed ride, Aeldari warriors piloting their airships suddenly appeared from all directions, shooting at the Orks with Shuriken!

Boom boom boom!

In the blink of an eye, the Orks warriors, who were focused on speeding through the streets without any precautions, were caught off guard by the Aeldari warriors' sneak attack!

Even Kroldaka, the leader, was ambushed and hit by several Shuriken, causing him to tumble off his motorcycle.

Unfortunately, those Aeldari warriors were extremely despicable, specifically targeting their motorcycles. In just a few minutes of firefight, the Orks' source of joy... the garbage trucks... were mostly destroyed!

That's such a wicked move!

The Orks soldiers were having a good time when, in the blink of an eye, the garbage truck was blown up, instantly igniting public outrage!

Hitting someone is acceptable, but hailing a taxi is not!

The enjoyable drive was interrupted, enraging Warboss Kroldaka, who roared and ordered the Kommandos and the remaining Orks to give chase!

"Waaaaagh!!!"

Amidst the roars of the Orks warriors, the Aeldari warriors mounted their flying boats and immediately turned around to flee!

But how could Kroldaka possibly let those damned "bean sprouts" escape?

And so, the vast horde of Greenskin Orc, following behind the Aeldari warriors, surged toward... the predetermined target location!

There, a small Astra Militarum is being besieged by Genestealer!

Just as the Astra Militarum was about to be overwhelmed and swallowed up by countless Genestealer, several airships streaked across the sky and disappeared in an instant!

What the heck?

Just as the two sides were wondering what was going on, they suddenly felt the ground shaking!

Immediately afterwards, both the Astra Militarum and the Genestealer turned their gaze to the distant, billowing smoke, and then they saw... the Orks!

An endless, seemingly endless green ocean of Orks, roaring "Waaaaagh," charged onto the battlefield in a frenzied manner!

"???"

The Genestealer were completely bewildered.

What's going on? Where did these brainless Orks come from?

The Astra Militarum was also bewildered; many were thrown into disarray, and some even tried to flee.

But just then... bang!

A Bolter sent those deserters packing.

The Commissar stepped forward, his gaze icy cold amidst the bewildered, helpless, and fearful stares of the Astra Militarum: "Our orders are to hold position 872.31 to the death. Anyone who dares to retreat a single step... kill!"

"But Commissar, we're already surrounded!"

Even the most elite warriors of the Emperor could not help but feel fear at this moment.

"Yes, we are surrounded!" The Commissar's gaze was stern, his voice filled with a determination to face death as he shouted, "I will stand with you here, for the Emperor, for the Imperium, and fight to the death against these damned heretical scum!"

"This... is our glory!"

"I reiterate, we are doomed to die, but... our destiny is the Golden Throne, while the cowards, the weak, and the heretics are destined for the flames of Hell!"

We will fight here to the very last moment!

The Commissar's gaze swept over the few dozen surviving soldiers, and he shouted sternly, "Tell me, do you want to become a disgrace to the Imperium, or do you want to fight for humanity and the Emperor, shedding your last drop of blood?!"

At first, he was bewildered and surrounded by fear, but gradually he calmed down and accepted the inevitable death. Instead, he was aroused by a bit of anger!

Yes, since death is inevitable either way, why not die more heroically?

Rather than deserting and being executed by the Commissar, wouldn't it be better to fight those heretics? At least that way, there's still a chance to reclaim the Golden Throne, isn't there?

"For the Emperor!"

"For humanity!"

"For the Imperium!"

At this moment, the demoralized morale of the troops was boosted once again, and the remaining dozens of Astra Militarum roared and charged towards the enemy together with the Commissar!

But the next second, those powerful Greenskin Orc easily tore dozens of valiant Astra Militarum apart, stepping over their corpses as they continued their charge!

They couldn't even last a minute!

Willpower cannot replace strength.

Even so, the blood-covered Commissar still traded his life for a powerful Orks before being completely swallowed up!

But their sacrifice was not in vain!

Enraged by the Second Company provocations and the desperate charge of the Astra Militarum, the Orks instantly turned their attention to the Genestealer.

In their simple minds, they don't think about who the enemy is; everyone in front of them is an enemy!

Thus, the seduction plan succeeded!

The Greenskin Orc roared as they surrounded the bewildered Genestealer, beginning today's dose of... delightful Waaaaagh!

"Colonel... why not let those Astra Militarum evacuate?!" Alvin's pupils constricted as he stared at the scene, his emotions a mixture of complex feelings.

According to the plan, after the Aeldari warriors lured the Orks into the target area, the Astra Militarum should have withdrawn in advance. However... Watson never gave the order to retreat, but instead ordered the Astra Militarum to hold their ground!

"Lord Alvin, you are still very young."

Watson turned his head, his expression as hard as a rock. "I can see that you are good at tactics and strategy, but... this is war, and someone must be sacrificed to ensure the success of the lure plan!"

He stood hunched over his desk, his gaze unwavering, and said, word by word, "To exchange the sacrifice of less than a hundred men for thousands, even tens of thousands, of casualties—there's no better deal."

Upon hearing this, Alvin fell silent. "So, from the very beginning, you never intended for the Astra Militarum to withdraw, right?"

"That's right, Your Lord Alvin."

Watson's face contorted in a ferocious grin, like a wild beast. "For victory, for His Majesty the Emperor, I can sacrifice everything, even... myself!"