Bloodbath at the Wengen River (III)

"Waaagh!!!!"

Limp Luo roared, the war truck beneath his feet pushed beyond its design limits.

The three-kilometer-wide column rolled across the earth like a flood at the boss's bellowed command, surging toward the outer trenches and ramparts the humans had hastily built.

Their roars during the charge shook the sky, and every human's facial muscles twitched in unison.

There were fewer than sixty thousand troops on the front line, facing an equal number of Orks. A one-to-one numerical comparison still seemed hopeful.

But thus far, humanity had never defeated an equal number of Orks head-on across open plains.

Artillery fire erupted through the dew-soaked air, accompanied by the crackling shots of rockets and machine guns.

Boom boom boom~~~!

The human heavy artillery struck first, raising wave after wave of devastating death among the Ork ranks.

The tightly packed formation immediately thinned, only to be filled again at once. The boyz, burning with the fervor of war, trampled over their comrades' corpses and continued charging.

But Limp Luo was not the sort to passively endure punishment. He had long pinpointed the human artillery positions and gathered every gun at his disposal. Once the charge began, he waited for the gap between human volleys, then drowned the enemy artillery positions beneath a coordinated barrage.

More than thirty Ork guns of various calibers unleashed a mercilessly dense storm of explosions. The blanket bombardment smashed the fixed enemy positions to pieces, plunging the defenders into a momentary silence.

Orks in battle possessed terrifying explosive power. A distance an ordinary person would need three minutes to run, they crossed in forty seconds.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!

Though battered by artillery and machine-gun fire, the vanguard crashed into the human lines without losing momentum, scattering the dense crowds and forcing them back step by step through mud and gun