Black Iron! You're the Songstress, Aren't You!

(Thanks to Yongle Fenghua Zhaowu Guanglie for the tip. Bonus update 1/5.)

"That Greenskin bastard called Black Iron learned to speak our language somehow.

Every day, at the same time, he opens a planetwide broadcast and announces how many of us he's killed. He does it to undermine our morale."

The Shuttle pilot gritted his teeth as he briefed Li Qinwu. He lifted off from the warship with a hold full of armed personnel and headed for the planet's surface.

Li Qinwu could see the surface now. It was a red-and-yellow desert planet, heavily polluted by industrialization.

His eyes were sharp. Through the cabin window, he caught occasional flashes on the surface. Those had to be explosions from Nuclear Shells fired by the humans!

As he watched, the pilot suddenly said:

"Sir, that Greenskin bastard should be making his speech right now. Want to hear what he has to say?"

Li Qinwu's eyes lit up.

"What perfect timing! Quick, tune in to Black Iron's broadcast!"

The pilot worked the controls. The communications system connected to a crackling channel, and a wild, savage laugh burst through the static!

"Wahahahaha!!!

I'm Black Iron!! Boss of all Orks!!

A bunch of chattering little Gretchin woke me up today. Said the humies' metal wagons were coming!

I sprang right up and charged onto the battlefield. And hey! They really were humie metal wagons! More than a dozen of 'em!

I rushed over, clang clang, bang bang, whoosh whoosh whoosh, pew pew pew, and used my Big Grabber to crack those metal wagons open like cans!!"

The guy narrated his fight like a storyteller. As Li Qinwu listened, he noticed something: this Ork Warboss seemed to be broadcasting on an open channel. Other people could join it!

"Hey, is this Ork's channel open? Can the