This was the happiest day of Haha Da Pao's life, bar none.
Just as that bald human humie had said, following Boss Dihuang meant endless WAAAGHs to join.
He raised the Big Shoota in his hands, thicker than a Bolter, and brandished his Big Choppa.
"For Boss Dihuang, WAAAGH!"
"WAAAGH!"
At once, the surrounding Orks joined the WAAAGH and charged toward the distant human lines.
The naval crewmen fighting desperately in the distance froze for a moment, then answered the Orks with even fiercer fury.
"You disgusting, blasphemous xenos dare profane His Holy Majesty! Kill them all!"
"For the Emperor!"
The Orks grew excited too. These humies really had good taste, so they joined in the shouting.
"For Dihuang!"
If any kind of combat could narrow the gap between Astartes and mortals as much as possible, it was undoubtedly naval boarding combat.
In cramped spaces, naval soldiers armed with Boarding Shields, plasma weapons, and melta weapons would suddenly encounter the enemy around a corner.
Life and death would then be decided within a single second.
Even the Demigod Superhuman Astartes struggled to exploit their advantages in naval boarding combat. Under such conditions, their survival rate was only somewhat higher than that of naval soldiers.
This was why most species in the galaxy were not particularly fond of boarding combat.
Orks and Tyranids, of course, were exceptions.
The former enjoyed mindless fighting. Simple-minded and powerfully built, Orks could often beat their opponents into whimpering puppies during boarding actions.
The latter simply overwhelmed their opponents with numbers. After all, while something the size of the Imperium might be too large for the Tyranids to swallow in a single bite, swarming a warship to death was still easy.
By the time Cabalide's sector fleet discovered that the boarding pods launched by the Dawn