第43章 小罐头不够劲,那就上大罐头吧

One squad as the entire company's elite, their subordinate squads were all re-equipped with plasma guns. To say the least about this contraption against scrap bikes, it would overpenetrate.

Therefore, avoiding the use of precious plasma fire, the autocannons on the Chimera armored vehicles had already locked onto the enemies.

Bang, bang, bang!

Following a round of firing, the autocannons successfully hit the scrap bike, and the entire bike directly disintegrated, battered into a pile of scrap.

Several other autocannon shells fell into the green tide behind the scrap bike, instantly clearing out a small area.

Although the greenhide orks within it were mostly just injured, the Chimera's might was still clearly visible.

After the green tide closed to within two hundred meters, the soldiers across the entire position began to fire.

Bang, bang, bang!

The Auxilia's bolters were specially fitted with stocks, secured in the exoskeleton's slots. Under the exoskeleton's assistive functions, the first round of fire scored a hundred percent hits.

The parts of the orks struck by the .75-caliber, 19.05mm bolter rounds directly exploded into a mist of blood, and the orks hit in the head simply went to sleep for good.

Aside from a few targets that took repeated shots, over thirty orks lost their combat capability in the very first volley, and nearly half the green tide vanished instantly.

Following closely behind were the squad heavy bolters, the autocannons on the Chimera turrets, twin-linked heavy bolters, multi-lasers...

Almost in a split second, the entire green tide abruptly vanished, leaving behind only a field of corpses. A squad immediately pressed forward to execute incineration operations once more.

Andrew felt somewhat amazed by the Auxilia's combat capability, and then he noticed the greenhide orks' abnormality.

It would be one thing if the Ork Boys fought to the death without retreating, but why did the accompanying runtherds not rout immediately either, instead charging forward alongside them?

Generally speaking, under scattered and uncoordinated conditions, seeing a bunch of their own Ork Boys suddenly wiped out, the gretchin ought to have already begun routing, yet that batch of gretchin just kept charging forward.

Therefore, this ork tribe already had a boss or a leader who had organized all the orks together?

This caused Andrew's settled heart to leap back up; scattered rabble and an organized ork tribe were by no means the same concept, and he had to report this immediately.

On his way back to the command post, he was also cursing inwardly.

There hasn't been a record of greenskin invasions in Badab for the past few centuries; how on earth did this bunch of greenskins drill down into the deep hive? The bastards who pulled this off deserve to have their entire families wiped out.

Nobles who enjoyed tossing greenskins into the deep hive: I have no objections.

Meanwhile, deep within the deep hive, a robust ork standing nearly four meters tall was watching the row of positions in the distance.

Gorkamorka above, these 'umies pack a serious punch!

Having spent centuries in the deep hive pecking away at pathetic targets like feeble mutated creatures, mutant tribes, and cultist factions in a mutual contest of mediocrity, it had long since grown weary.

Originally there was still a bunch of 'umies who liked lopping off heads to pass the time, but previously they inexplicably got burned to ash, leaving it increasingly bored by the day.

Yet thanks to the Gorkamorka duo, they had actually sent it such a fierce, formidable, and mighty lot of 'umies; killing so many greenskins in just a few short minutes was entirely too thrilling!

Merely watching this spectacle brought a continuous stream of inspiration welling up in its mind—bigger choppas! Bigger dakka!

Oh, right, right, Gorkamorka and Mork above!

It was a pity these 'umies only liked shooting, shooting, shooting, and didn't like chopping, chopping, chopping. It was completely lame; if some 'umies who liked chopping, chopping, chopping came along, that would be even more thrilling!

While the ork boss was pondering, intelligence regarding the ork emergence was also relayed all the way up to the Sixth Special Operations Division's headquarters. After deliberation, the division command decided to summon Astartes brothers directly.

To ensure the smooth execution of the annihilation battle, the Sixth Special Operations Division's main force was deployed to seal off the escape routes of Purifying Fire, leaving no spare troops to deal with the newly surfaced orks.

Moreover, encountering such unexpected situations, the training manuals explicitly stated that the first priority was to call for possible reinforcements rather than charge in blindly.

As a severe sufferer of firepower deficiency phobia, Huron always hoped to crush the enemy with all-around superiority, avoiding the awkward predicament of getting bogged down in counterinsurgency or piecemeal reinforcement.

Therefore, the Sixth Special Operations Division directly reported the information to the Astral Claws Chapter, and this mission was then handed over to Corian, the Second Company Captain, whose hands were itching and who yearned for a fight.

Upon receiving the new mission and discovering that the target was still a bellicose race like greenhide orks, the entire Second Company grew excited.

Consisting mostly of Tiger Claws bloodline and named the Second Company, but in reality functioning as the Tiger Claws Chapter, they were mostly like Corian—combat-crazed maniacs.

With the exception of personnel already out on assignments, the remaining six hundred-odd men of the entire company deployed in full, including two Cataphractii Terminator squads.

That was right, following prolonged production, Terminators had already begun to gradually become commonplace among the Astral Claws.

When Corian arrived at the mission location aboard a Land Raider, he caught sight of the greenhide ork corpses currently being incinerated.

"No doubt about it, they certainly are orks."

Unfazed by anything, Corian directly plucked out an ork corpse that still possessed a head and began absorbing its memory matter.

"There's quite a quantity too—over twenty thousand Ork Boys." Having finished absorbing the memories, Corian announced this good news.

The Astartes of the Second Company all grew excited; over twenty thousand—even if divided evenly, each person could claim thirty or forty orks. Add in the gretchin, and they were going to have a whale of a time slaughtering!

This deeply concerning state of mind was also the reason Huron prioritized enacting the Emperor's Epiphany decision; otherwise, if the Tiger Claws Chapter ended up defecting to Khorne down the road, he wouldn't even have a place to cry.

"The enemy's heavy weapons and vehicle units are few. Using company-level units as the base, sweep the ork zones. Mind that we must annihilate them as thoroughly as possible."

Corian dragged out a few more ork corpses, signaling the various company captains to obtain their mission briefings.

After the several company captains had all prepared, he climbed aboard the Phobos-pattern Land Raider: "For the Emperor! For Huron! Astral Claws!"

"For the Emperor! For Huron! For the Astral Claws!"

More than a war cry, this sounded closer to a prayer.

All Space Marines boarded the Land Raider and set off toward the various zones of the deep hive to encircle and suppress the orks.

Meanwhile, the ork boss who had been hoping to encounter 'umies fond of chopping, chopping, chopping was tinkering with new equipment alongside the runtherd when he collided head-on with Corian, who had just kicked the door in.

"Waaagh!" The ork boss grew ecstatic the moment he laid eyes on Corian's fierce and mighty attire; although the opponent was only two and a half meters tall, this enemy was worth a fight!

He snatched up his massive chainaxe and swept it horizontally toward Corian, casually lopping the runtherd in half midway through the swing.

Corian drew his bolter and fired two rounds directly into the chainaxe-wielding ork boss's palms.

Bang, bang!

The ork boss's two palms snapped off in response, and the chainaxe carved an arc through the air, crashing down into some unknown place.

Hum.

The sound of a power sword charging up rang out, and Corian raised the power sword enveloped in a disruption field, pointing it straight at the ork boss.

Punchy! The outmatched ork boss wore an excited expression, charging straight at Corian.

Using the same trick, Corian fired two more rounds into the ork boss's feet, and amidst its stagger, he sliced off its head with a single stroke.

Why do I feel like this ork boss is a bit dim?

Having easily resolved the enemy, Corian felt somewhat unsatisfied. He had wanted a proper battle, yet things had been resolved this simply.

Whatever, I'll go slaughter some other things to pass the time.

He surged out of the workshop, charging toward the other Ork Boys.