Crooked Mouth watched as the Greenskin boys charging at the front were easily slaughtered by the humies, countless Greenskin boys falling along the path of their charge. He did not think there was anything wrong with the Orks fighting this way. This was how Orks had always fought.
"WAAAAAAHG!"
After letting out an excited roar, Crooked Mouth drove his Gargant forward, only to find there were simply too many Greenskin boys. Whenever the mech lifted a leg to take a step, it would crush countless Greenskin boys beneath its feet.
Seeing this, Crooked Mouth's mouth twisted even further with anger. He snapped at the Nob bodyguards beside him, "Tell da boys that if they don't wanna get stomped flat by me, they'd better stay farther away."
"Boss, I've told da boys several times already, but it ain't no use. There are just too many Greenskin boys. Once da fight starts, they all rush forward like mad."
A Nob bodyguard replied to Crooked Mouth helplessly.
This was already the third time since the battle began that Boss Crooked Mouth had sent him to do this, but the bodyguard had no solution either. If he did not carry out Boss Crooked Mouth's orders, he would be cursed out by the boss.
Yet carrying out the order was useless as well. The Greenskin boys were packed shoulder to shoulder as they charged forward, leaving the massive war machines no chance to advance.
"Then I ain't caring anymore! I'm charging too! Tell all da mechs to follow me! I'm gonna fight a proper WAAAAAAHG war!"
Boss Crooked Mouth finally made up his mind. Since the Greenskin boys were charging ahead without a care, not giving him any chance to join the battle—
Then they could not blame him if he accidentally stomped countless Greenskin