"Waaagh! Gwarararara!" The Speed Freeks were no less crazed than the Weirdboyz. They clung tightly to the White Scars' trail, firing the big guns and boom missiles mounted on their vehicles without bothering to aim too carefully. Some Orks even hurled Squigs, as precious as rations, like stones. It seemed they intended to fill their bellies with White Scars flesh.
Jaghatai looked back and judged the number of Speed Freeks by experience.
The enemy outnumbered them. They could not face them head-on.
There was no such thing as resupply in the depths of this battlefield. To reduce losses and expenditure, Jaghatai could only lead the White Scars elsewhere.
Ork speed had always been impossible to predict. The large trucks painted a blazing red had somehow rushed to the front of the formation, biting hard at the White Scars' tail.
"Activate the Roarboost Engines!"
Seeing the trucks pull farther and farther ahead, the boyz driving Shokk-jump Dragstas could no longer hold back. They slammed their hands directly onto the dangerous red buttons.
Perhaps because of Mork's blessing, not a single one of those dragstas entered self-destruct mode.
They vanished amid flashing electricity and appeared in front of the White Scars the next instant. Though their positions were all slightly off and their paths were a chaotic mess that threatened to flip them over, these Orks still gave Jaghatai quite a surprise.
"Good lad!" Jaghatai shouted and opened fire on the Speed Freeks. These vehicles, built purely for speed, not only had no brakes but little armor protection as well. Their riders were completely exposed; a single bolt round sent them slumping motionless over the steering wheels.
The vehicles rolled and shattered, their Roarboost Engines flung free and trembling unstably.
One group of White Scars had particularly bad luck. They had just