But Shanpang Guga is very depressed right now.
"Why did you come back again?!" Guga a boy on the head with its paw, making the guy spin around three times.
"I said charge! Keep charging! Charge all the way to the wall! Why did you all come back?!"
The boy covered his head, looking aggrieved. "There were so many big guns! Bang bang bang! They broke before we even got close!"
"Then let's build even more big guns!" Guga roared, " Mekboy! Where the hell is Mekboy?!"
A Mekboy, covered in tools and wearing a welding mask, ran over:
"Boss! We're building it! But there's not much good iron left! The guys have hidden all the good iron behind the wall!"
Guga, furious, grabbed a handful of braised meat and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it with a loud crunch.
Everyone else thinks it's stupid, but it's actually not stupid at all.
It knew that the shrimp had suddenly become powerful; the big guns were big and fierce, and the tin toys were big and hard.
Charging headlong into battle is suicide. Although its minions are not afraid of death, if too many die, there won't be any left to fight.
So it waits, waiting for more bastards to grow out of the ground.
The mushrooms around the camp have been growing exceptionally well lately, with hundreds of thousands of new buddies sprouting up every day.
We'll have to wait for the Mekboy to create even more powerful "big guys".
It has given the order that all scrap metal should be prioritized for the Mekboy, and anyone who hoards it will be executed.
There are so many kids that you can't beat them all, and so many big guys that they can smash through that wall.
Then it will personally lead the charge, cut off all the shrimp's heads, and hang them on its totem pole.
Thinking of this, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth on his fleshy face.
At that time, it will become the most Waaagh boss on this planet.
Maybe I can go back and fight that fat, ugly Ragnar, and chop him down too.
He'll prove he's the most amazing, the strongest Orks!
Thinking of this, Guga became happy again, grabbed a handful of freshly cooked braised meat and stuffed it into her mouth.
Unbeknownst to it, a Lictor was quietly lying on the crossbeam of the shed fifty meters above its head.
The color-changing shell allows it to blend seamlessly with the metal beams, and the body systems enter a state of minimum power consumption, even adjusting the body temperature to match the cold surrounding environment.
Its three pairs of compound eyes are locked on the ground at different focal lengths.
Guga, the big pot, the Mekboy kids around him, and several war mechs being assembled not far away.
All information is transmitted in real time through the consciousness network.
On the other side of the Forbidden Wall, the Allied forces' temporary command post.
Lynn closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair.
From inside his sleeve, the Ripper extended a transparent tentacle, the tip of which gently pierced the skin of his wrist.
There was no pain, only a cool, connected sensation and a slight feeling of pleasure.
Lynn couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Then Lictor's vision unfolded in his mind.
He could even directly "feel" everything that Lictor perceived.
The chaotic commotion of the camp, the savage rudeness of the Ork Boyz, the bubbling stew in the pot, the Mars flying as the Mekboy young man hammered metal...
There's also Shanpang Guga.
Lynn looked at the lump of flesh; having seen the photos, Lynn knew it wasn't Big Stomach Ragnar.
This guy seemed to be thinking about something, exuding a foolish cunning.
Lynn's gaze swept across the camp, where the newly sprouted boys from the ground, the Evil Sunz Clan's boys, were fighting fiercely over the newly assembled war chariots.
The Mekboy whizzes are tinkering with some kind of larger caliber cannon barrel.
After watching for a while, he disconnected and opened his eyes.
Rena sent a notification: "The gift she carefully prepared for the Orks is ready."
Lynn praised Rena affectionately, having made up his mind.
The gift arrived a week later.
The Third Legion Vanguard Corps, with three million soldiers, arrived at the Forbidden Wall with its last batch of qualified combatants.
The Vanguard still in the main base, apart from the instructors responsible for training new recruits, were mostly militia or private soldiers with low combat effectiveness.
Accompanying them was a sealed transport vehicle, positioned at the very center of the convoy, indicating that it was transporting some important item.
The team leader was a major general with a PDF license. The first thing he did upon seeing Lynn was to hand her a Dataslate.
"Your Excellency, the institute says what you requested is ' Peyton Number One,' still in the testing phase, but it has already passed basic verification."
Lynn took the Dataslate and quickly browsed through it.
The Peyton Virus was developed by the Brevis Xenobiology Research Institute, based on discarded cases and data from early Adeptus Mechanicus research on Orks spores.
After becoming the commander of the Vanguard, Lynn immediately established the " Brevis Xenobiology Research Institute " in Uptown.
Most of the members are either Genestealer or researchers infected with Genestealer.
Besides looking for opportunities to provide Rena with biomass, the research institute, with Rena Number Two as its main focus, is constantly researching biological weapons against the Orks.
Finally, seven days ago, the research institute lived up to expectations and developed the " Peyton Virus ".
Transmitted through contact, the effects last between 3 and 12 hours depending on individual differences. It is not fatal, but it can significantly weaken the fighting ability of infected individuals.
"Well done." He handed the Dataslate back to the major general.
"Deliver the transport vehicle to warehouse in area C and place it under heavy guard. No one is allowed to approach without my order."
"Yes."
After Major General PDF left, Lynn looked out the window; the interior walls had already been repaired.
It's called a "wall," but it's more like a raised firing platform.
It was built behind the gap in area C8, surrounding the gap, and was five meters high with a top width sufficient to deploy Leman Russ Russ.
The walls are constructed with quick-setting cement and precast alloy panels. While not as strong as the Forbidden Wall, they are strong enough to withstand the regular impacts of the Orks.
Most importantly, a sturdy "pocket" was formed between the inner wall and the Forbidden Wall.
Now, only the final step remains: figuring out how to lure the Orks leader into a trap.
However, before that, he needed to solve a small problem.
Lynn first called Leo and discussed the details of the plan with him, and then they talked about the Knight Mech.
"Both paladins played a crucial role in this plan."
"Especially the Quinn St. Garus Saint Garrus, whose mech is equipped with a heavy thermal cannon, making it suitable for area suppression."
Leo's expression changed slightly when Quinn was mentioned.
The paladin who came with the Vanguard had hardly participated in any battles during this period.
He always stayed in the back, using excuses like "the mecha needs maintenance" or "the system needs debugging," and when he did show up, he always had that arrogant attitude.
"He might not cooperate," Leo said tactfully.
"He'll cooperate," Lynn said calmly. "I'll go talk to him."