Yarrick looked thoughtfully at the captain beside him.
This captain... was simply too formidable... Why hadn't such a fierce man been recruited by one of the Space Marine Chapters? Why was he serving as a mere captain in some newly formed legion Yarrick had never even heard of...?
"Throw me a gun!"
Yarrick watched the captain's men skillfully toss over the guns slung across their backs. At first, he had thought they were carrying two guns each to support them, but it turned out they had all been prepared for this captain.
Captain Soap.
What a strange name.
Four or five overheated lasguns had already piled up at his feet, and his shooting was as efficient as a harvester on an agricultural world.
Every fleeing Ork was shot dead. Those who tried to fight back were killed by Captain Soap before they even had a chance to turn around.
Boom!
A ramshackle vehicle exploded. This shoddy Ork tank had been blown apart by lasgun fire. If someone had put such a report on Yarrick's desk, he would never have believed it.
But he had indeed seen the incredibly powerful captain fire his lasgun into a gap in the armor plating and hit the shells inside.
"If the forces of Hades Hive had someone like you, I believe we wouldn't have fought so brutally."
"Haha, thanks for the compliment. I'm only a captain, after all."
Lin Fan chatted with Yarrick while clearing the Orks from the battlefield. After overheating another two lasguns, Lin Fan blew on the muzzle.
"All right, this place is more or less cleared out. Is there anywhere else that needs fighting?"
Yarrick looked at the Ork corpses strewn everywhere and did not know what to say. Perhaps when the Orks returned, they would give Captain Soap a