Boss Slick

In the eyes of the defending human army, the Greenskins that had just been suppressed stirred up a new wave of green, savage frenzy, with small, red-painted little monsters strapped with burning explosives constantly charging their defensive line.

More and more Orks rushed out through the smoke caused by the explosions; instead of charging mindlessly with choppas, they were now exchanging gunfire and grenades with the defending human soldiers.

Though the human soldiers had high combat proficiency, their physical fitness was nowhere near as strong as the Ork monsters, and their combat willpower was far less resolute than theirs.

Soon, under the desperate charges of the Greenskins, the human defensive line was breached, and several large Orks wielding shootas pinned down the human firepower.

As Orks wielding various choppas rushed into the human defensive line, the human soldiers broke, and the executions by the commissars could not stop the soldiers' flight.

After gunning down a few deserters, the commissar wearing a red hat was also chopped down to the ground by a close-range Ork, his blood staining the deck beneath.

The Astra Militarum from Dawn of War II, also called the Imperial Guard, from left to right: general, commissar, Catachan, Ogryn, and heavy weapon team.

In the battle to rout the humans, Cheng Mingrui also reaped a rich harvest of battle achievements, holding a shoota so massive it could only be shouldered, spraying the fury of death toward the human line.

The dakka, dakka sound made by the shoota, with its extremely fast rate of fire and super-strong firepower, often swept a small area of humans into slag-literal slag at the physical level.

Clever Git and other Gretchin were also extremely excited, their screeching voices and the firing sounds of the dakka playing a piece of violent Greenskin music together.

More and more Gretchin crawled out from corners, hauling boxes upon boxes of ammunition, and Clever Git was responsible for feeding the long ammunition belt into the shoota, keeping Cheng Mingrui's shooting in a state of infinite ammo.

Those bullets were larger in caliber than Clever Git's hands, fitting the Greenskins' aesthetic of big, fast, and fierce. Hanging behind Cheng Mingrui's back and feeling the continuous vibration and recoil as the bullets fired, Clever Git felt an escalating sense of exhilaration in his heart, and his lust for slaughter was also greatly satisfied.

The surrounding Gretchin were also very envious of Clever Git's job, wishing desperately that they were the ones loading the ammo. Amidst such envious gazes, Clever Git grew increasingly confident and smug, feeling as though his body had grown a size larger.

The battle against the humans quickly drew to a close; whether they surrendered, fled, or fought to the last moment, the human soldiers were all reduced to slag, with only differences in the size of the slag.

Without enemies, the Waaagh slowly ceased, the green mystical energy began to recede, and Cheng Mingrui's mind finally returned to normal instead of being controlled by that strange emotion.

That feeling really was exhilarating, more exhilarating than brothel visits, and probably even more exhilarating than trying certain hallucinogenic drugs. No wonder Orks all loved a Waaagh; with such exhilarating sensations, who could possibly withstand it? This was an instinct hailing from the bloodline.

Finally able to rest and catch his breath, Cheng Mingrui sat down heavily on the ground with a soft squelch, seemingly sitting on something, and a moist, sticky sensation spread beneath his buttocks.

Cheng Mingrui immediately stood up, patted his backside, and looking down at the ground, well, he had accidentally sat a Gretchin to death.

The instinct coming from humans made Cheng Mingrui a bit panicked; this seemed like he had rubbed out one of his own guys. Was that alright...?

"Hahaha, stupid git, stupid git!" Clever Git, jumping down from behind Cheng Mingrui, screamed loudly at the squished Greenskin mush, "Still wanna steal my spot! You useless git who only deserves to eat squig-shit!"

The other Gretchin also joined in happily to jeer, and some crafty fellows even picked through the mashed meat for scattered teef.

The social structure of the Orks was simple and brutal like that; they were cruel to their enemies and cruel to themselves, with big fists being the eternal, unchanging universal rule in Ork society.

For a moment, Cheng Mingrui really felt a bit unaccustomed to it, but what could he do? What's done is done, so just make peace with it. Since he was already an Ork anyway, he could only slowly adapt.

Cheng Mingrui grabbed a Gretchin by his side and used the little creature's body to wipe his sticky backside, then found a clean spot and sat back down.

The other Gretchin did not dare to provoke this huge-sized Ork either, scattering around Cheng Mingrui to run onto the chaotic battlefield and begin collecting all sorts of 'treasures'.

The Gretchin, who could just moments ago unite to deliver ammo and load bullets, quickly fell into a free-for-all brawl across the ruins over some shiny objects and teef.

I gotta have a think about what to do next. Being an Ork and fighting is great fun, but it's easy to get krumped. If there were a way that's both fun and not easy to get krumped, that'd be great. Squatting on the ground and pondering, Cheng Mingrui was using Ork logic to think about his future.

Not knowing if the Ork body limited his thinking, Cheng Mingrui pondered back and forth, coming to only one conclusion: be the Boss. As long as he was the strongest, biggest, most brutal, and most cunning Boss, he could live a life of both having fun fighting and not getting krumped.

No way, with my human intelligence, how could I lose to an Ork? I must have another think. Cheng Mingrui supported his head with both hands and continued to think.

The other Orks and Gretchin paid no attention to Cheng Mingrui, minding their own business as they scavenged the battlefield ruins for loot and teef, merely writing him off as a weirdo.

The Orks were long used to weirdos anyway, since there were so many of them; for instance, some weirdos liked shootas instead of choppas, some liked blue instead of green, and so on and so forth.

After pondering for a long time without results, Cheng Mingrui felt something patting his lower leg, and looking down, it was indeed Clever Git.

Clever Git seemed to have grown quite a bit taller, towering a head above the Gretchin around him, and the muscles on his body had also become much sturdier.

He led a gang of Gretchin dragging strange things over to Cheng Mingrui's side, raised his head proudly, and said in a fawning voice, "Boss Slick, I found lots of treasures for ya! Got shinies, teef, and the 'umies' big boom."

Cheng Mingrui took a glance; basically, they were all junk.

The shinies were metal buckles or smooth glass fragments, and as for the teef, they certainly gave Cheng Mingrui the impulse to grab a handful-those were Ork currency-but he knew that was an instinct coming from the Orks, not himself.

There actually were good things among the junk, namely the humies' big boom that Clever Git mentioned, which was a plasma gun, a true weapon of mass destruction. As long as its charge was complete and the trigger gently pulled, high-temperature liquid-like electrical currents could melt everything along the path until not even slag remained.

For such an awesome weapon, Cheng Mingrui, as a Warhammer fan, naturally adored it. He reached out his green hand to pull this exquisite weapon into his embrace, stroking every inch of structure and accessory on the gun's body just as if he were caressing a beauty.

Clever Git's crafty eyes rolled back and forth, smiling even brighter. He felt that he had completely figured out the big guy in front of him; no matter how slick an Ork was, he was never as cunning as a Gretchin.