My Sliding Tackle

"Damn it, without me, this family would fall apart!"

Li Qinwu cursed, straightened his old back, and led his team toward the cargo deck.

The cargo deck held stacks of containers, most filled with weapons and ammunition, with a small portion containing premium food.

If the Orks caused too much damage there, everyone on the ship would be eating Corpse Starch from now on!

For the sake of future meals, Li Qinwu had to strike hard!

More than five hundred Orks had made it this far and ran into an anti-Boarding force of over eight hundred. The two sides immediately clashed.

These anti-Boarding troops were exceptionally well equipped:

Void Bulletproof Armor, essentially spacesuits covered by a layer of fully protective armor.

Bolt Carbines, High-Energy Lasguns, Melta Grenades, Plasma Rifles, Ceramite Greatshields, Shotguns, Power Swords, and Power Axes.

They even had Servo-skulls for reconnaissance—scouting devices that flew through the air, their main bodies consisting of human skulls.

These lavishly equipped human warriors were the white blood cells of the battleship.

They needed overwhelming armaments to resist enemies seeking to seize the warship.

These elite soldiers battled the Ork Boarding squads, both sides slaughtering each other.

Lasguns fired in bursts, while Plasma Rifles unleashed blue flares that melted an Ork.

The Orks wielded hand-cranked Big Shootaz, firing rows of large-caliber rounds that tore apart swathes of anti-Boarding personnel.

The battle went back and forth, with casualties on both sides, but among the Orks stood an especially massive and ferocious Ork Warboss!

This Ork Warboss stood nearly three meters tall. His Power Armor was immensely heavy, making him look utterly terrifying!

Almost every high-velocity weapon on the battlefield failed to penetrate that armor, and whenever something could penetrate it, the Ork Warboss nimbly dodged aside.

The Ork Warboss held a long Chainsword in