"Yes! I'll make it so chaotic even my own mum won't recognize it!" Sharpfang promised excitedly.
"Ghazghk!" Liu Zhipeng called again.
"Big Boss! I'm here!" Technical Director Ghazghk crawled out from beneath a heap of wiring, his face covered in grease.
"Where are your precious babies? Is Big Boss's Wrath ready?"
"Reporting, Big Boss!" Ghazghk puffed out his chest and proudly thumped it, producing a clatter of metal parts. "Millions of rounds of Big Boss's Wrath are ready to go! Every one is stuffed with explosives we dug out of Ork bombs, plus high-energy fuel we 'borrowed' from the Tau Boys! Every shot's guaranteed to make a blooming great explosion!"
"Excellent!" A smile like a Greater Daemon from hell spread across Liu Zhipeng's face. "Then pass on my orders! Big Boss's Wrath artillery units, target the enemy flank, coordinates Glen-7 through Fita-9! Give me a round of... indiscriminate saturation fire!"
"What?" Ghazghk froze for a moment. "Big Boss, indiscriminate? That's a huge area, and there's loads of hills and rocks..."
"Indiscriminate is exactly what I want!" Liu Zhipeng roared. "I don't want accuracy! I want numbers! I want that sky stuffed full of our shells! I want the Blue-skinned Sprouts and those hulking Orks to see what the art of sheer unreason looks like! Let them think we can't even aim, that all we can do is shoot wherever the fuck we like! Do you understand?!"
Ghazghk's eyes lit up instantly. He understood! The Big Boss's wisdom truly was unfathomable! Couldn't aim? That was a proud tradition of the Gretchin Gunners!
"Understood! I'll get it done! I'll go tell the gunners to fire with their eyes shut!" Ghazghk shrieked excitedly and ran out.
Soon, on a previously silent wasteland off to the side and rear of the battlefield where the