"We got something, but not much." Lin Fan found it far too difficult to pry information out of an Ork. These Orks had absolutely no concept of numbers.
"How many of you have gathered on the ship?"
"A whole lot."
"How many is a whole lot?"
"A whole lot means a little more than a lot."
"...Can you give me a number? Like hundreds or thousands?"
"Uh... a whole lot."
After shooting the Ork dead, Lin Fan tossed the Emperor's holy icon to Damian. The group could only continue toward the area where the Orks had gathered.
The closer they got, the more clearly they could hear the thunderous roars and gunfire of the Orks. They could even smell the powerful, distinctive stench emanating from them in the air.
"Waaagh!"
A large force of Orks was attacking a defensive position established by the Astra Militarum. Though they had no heavy artillery or tanks, the armored bosses mixed among the Orks were using tankbusta hammers and power klaws to smash every armored vehicle blocking their way aside.
The two armies clashed in a ship corridor several hundred meters wide. More Astra Militarum troops rushed in from the rear to reinforce the position, while more Orks were likewise delivered onto the ship by their torpedoes.
Lin Fan and his 3rd Company emerged from the corridor directly above the battlefield. Ahead of them, the passage connected to a metal walkway suspended in midair, while the raging battle unfolded below.
"By rights, this should be an excellent firing position. Why didn't the Orks come up here to set up their guns?" Old Jock leaned over to look down, the weapon in his hands practically itching to fire.
"I think the Orks we ran into along the way might have been the ones meant to