There was no explosion, no deafening roar, only an eerie, deathly silent disintegration.
In just a few seconds, hundreds of Orks at the front of the charge simply "evaporated" into thin air. Their hardened muscles and thick armour were as fragile as paper before those eerie green beams.
The WAAAGH! cries, loud enough to tear eardrums apart, fell into a silence so brief it was chilling.
The Orks behind them could not stop in time and plunged headfirst into the drifting ashes of their comrades, coughing uncontrollably, their blood-red eyes filled with bewilderment and confusion.
They did not understand what had happened.
Where was the enemy? Where was the attack? How had the lads up front vanished mid-shout?
"First rank, fall back! Recharge!"
Liu Zhipeng issued another command.
Under Sharpfang's furious bellowing, the first Gretchin squad behind the breastwork retreated in some panic, but with a semblance of order, making room for the second squad, which was already prepared. Their rifle barrels were scorching from the energy overload and needed a few seconds to cool down and recharge.
"Second rank! Advance! Fire!"
In the brief moment of confusion among the Ork horde, the second volley arrived.
Once again, thousands of death beams formed a barrage.
Another wave of Orks that had just entered the fifty-metre range followed their comrades into oblivion, silently turning to dust.
The unbroken stream of green disintegration beams formed an impassable line of death fifty metres in front of the workshop.
The thick hides the Orks were so proud of, their formidable bodies capable of withstanding Boltgun fire, meant nothing against the brutally overwhelming power of Gauss Weapons.
"Third rank! Ready!"
"First rank! Recharged! Ready!"
Under Liu Zhipeng's command, the three Gretchin firing squads began a flawless rotation. Like a precision killing machine, they constantly showered