Lin Fan swiftly picked out the Orks, ruthlessly and efficiently aiming at the rocket engines on their backs. With precise single shots, he struck their vulnerable connecting points.
The searing lasers pierced through the gaps in those patched-together rocket engines and hit their internal mechanisms. Their wiring and layouts had already been a complete mess, and some even leaked oil from poorly sealed components.
But that was good news for Lin Fan. One shot was all it took to ignite these Ork fireworks.
In midair, a Stormboyz's rocket pack exploded. Flames swallowed him, and the blast tore his body to pieces.
"I'd say even the Hydra's machine spirit can't shoot as accurately as Captain Soap," Old Jock said, watching Lin Fan fire steadily as though those high-speed Stormboyz were nothing more than motionless prey.
The hundreds of Boyz who had flown up were all intercepted by Lin Fan and the other soldiers' gunfire, exploding into fireworks halfway through or spiraling uncontrollably into the ground.
"Something's wrong! Those runts ain't dead!" After enjoying the fireworks display, the Orks on the ground realized that every Stormboyz had been wiped out. They immediately swung their guns toward the metal skybridge and opened fire.
"Ugh!" Several soldiers failed to dodge in time and fell to the ground, while more had already prepared to evade the moment they saw the Orks raise their weapons.
The battlefield was always the best teacher. It taught you everything about war in the most ruthless and efficient way possible.
If you could not learn, or learned too slowly, then you would pay the price in blood.
"Delia! Check the structure of this bridge. How long can it hold?" Lin Fan had no intention of letting the Orks shoot them down like this.
"No problem. These skybridges are made from