The next morning, the Orks launched their attack as usual.
Snowflakes first rise from the horizon of the ice field, the effect of thousands upon thousands of feet treading on the snow at the same time.
This was followed by howls mixed with excitement and a desire for violence.
They've arrived.
As usual, the lead motorcyclists twisted the throttle to the floor, their red bodies drawing crooked tracks on the snow.
The Ork Boyz behind them brandished machetes and pistols, shoving and jostling each other as they ran. Every now and then, a few would trip and be trampled into a bloody pulp by their surging companions.
The human soldiers on the Forbidden Wall also began their work.
Heavy artillery roared, shells arcing through the air before landing among the Orks soldiers.
Flames erupted from the explosion, and the shockwave blew away the surrounding Orks.
A crossfire of Heavy Bolter swept across the charging column, shattering the Orks motorcycles at the forefront into pieces.
The Orks continued their charge, oblivious to the casualties.
The dead comrades aren't good enough; only the survivors are the real heroes.
Blood and explosions only excited them more, making their charge even faster.
Lynn stood atop the wall of Zone C8, watching this scene unfold.
He wore finely Carapace Armour, and his black cloak fluttered in the cold wind.
In his left hand was still the same relic Boltgun, but in his right hand he was carrying an enhanced megaphone.
This thing was made temporarily by the Tech-Priest accompanying the army at Lynn's request. At its maximum power, it can transmit the user's voice more than ten kilometers away.
Now, Lynn brought it to his mouth and took a deep breath.
He then launched into a tirade of profanities.
"Those Orks scum over there, I heard you have a so-called leader?!"
The charging Orks soldiers suddenly stopped, their voices drowning out even the sounds of artillery fire.
Lynn continued, speaking slowly but clearly:
"I've been here for so long, and I've never even seen its face."
"What? A mere Orks who hides in the shadows dares to call himself a war boss?!"
You've completely disgraced Gork and Mork!
"What a coward! You, boss, don't even have the guts to stand up and fight me."
"What's the difference between him and Orks' Gretchin' who just hide behind orcs?!"
The echo reverberated across the icy plains, "Qu, bie, bie, bie..."
The moment the last word was uttered, an avalanche occurred on a distant snow-capped mountain, accompanied by a deafening roar.
A white flood poured down from the mountainside, swallowing up a patch of Orks at the foot of the mountain that hadn't yet had a chance to rise.
The scene fell silent for a moment; even the artillery fire on the Forbidden Wall paused for half a second.
The officers and soldiers on the wall stared in disbelief.
Leo's lips twitched slightly as he stood to the side.
All humans, all Orks, looked toward the source of the sound.
The figure standing on the wall, one hand on his hip, the other holding a megaphone.
Lynn put down the megaphone, looking like he still wanted more.
Insults are always physically demanding, but Lynn never thought so.
The effects were immediate, in the Orks camp deep in the ice plains.
Shanpang Guga was squatting by the largest pot, using his Power Claw to scoop up a piece of freshly solidified yellow glue and stuff it into his mouth.
Then it squinted its eyes contentedly, pondering how many lads it should send to bang their heads against the wall today.
Then Lynn's clear, bright voice came through.
Amplified by loudspeakers and swept across the icy plains by the cold wind, the sound was somewhat distorted by the time it reached the camp, which was more than ten kilometers away.
But when it reached the ears of the Orks people, not a single key word was missed:
"Boss," "coward," " Gretchin," "disgrace to Gork and Mork."
Guga dropped the unfinished jelly into the pot.
It stood up with a bang, its three-and-a-half-meter-tall body resembling a small hill.
The surrounding boys all fell silent.
They glanced at their leader, then at the direction from which the sound came, and a hint of greed slowly crept into their eyes.
For the Orks, status is earned through force.
The reason the boss is the boss is because it is the most powerful, the strongest fighter, and the least afraid of death.
If a leader doesn't dare to utter a sound when a nobody points a finger at him and calls him a "coward," then that leader...
"Damn it!" Guga squeezed out three words through gritted teeth.
Not long after the sound faded, the sounds of fighting came from the other end of the camp.
Several burly men, each nearly three meters tall, were beating up Guga's guards while shouting:
"Did you hear that?! Everyone says Guga is a coward!"
"I've always thought Shanpang Guga wasn't waaagh enough! All he does is squat in front of the pot eating braised meat every day!"
" Waaagh! I could sit here too!!!"
The rebellion began.
It's a very simple, Orks logic: if even the shrimps think the leader is cowardly and weak, then it means the leader is indeed not tough enough.
A boss who isn't tough enough, who isn't waaagh enough, should be replaced!
The big guy's voice quickly resonated with the surrounding Orks.
Guga's eyes turned red. It overturned the stew pot in front of it, spilling scalding yellow plastic and soup all over the ground, causing the surrounding children to scream in pain.
The Power Claw tightened its grip, and the hydraulic system at the joint emitted a hissing sound.
"Shut up, all of you!!!"
With a roar, Guga towards the center of the rebellion, its Power Claw sweeping across, and the head of the first big guy exploded like a watermelon.
The second one tried to run away, but it caught up with it, pierced through its back, lifted it into the air, and slammed it down on the third one.
Blood and bits of flesh splattered everywhere.
A dozen minutes later, the rebellion was quelled. Hundreds of corpses lay in the center of the camp, Guga stood on the pile of corpses, covered in blood.
The Power Claw was still dripping green liquid.
The remaining boys trembled with fear, too afraid to look up.
But Guga knew that killing people could only temporarily stabilize the situation.
The Orks soldiers are armed with fists, but even more so with audacity; if they kill a hundred today, a thousand might appear tomorrow.
Guga looked towards the Forbidden Wall, knowing in its heart that it had to go and meet the shrimp that had insulted it.
Lynn waited on the Forbidden Wall for over an hour.
The first wave of attacks by the Orks was also repelled, and the soldiers took turns eating and resting, while the cannons went into cooling-off period.
Just as some began to doubt the effectiveness of the governor's street-smart tactics, a glimmer of green appeared on the horizon.
No longer the scattered soldiers of the morning, but a real Orks army.
Leading the way were hundreds of Killa Kan, crammed together and swaying precariously.
More than twenty Deff Dreadnought followed behind, their heavy footsteps shaking the earth.
Behind them were Orks tanks, swarms of motorcycles, and Deffkopta and Stormboys flying overhead.
Finally, there were two enormous machines.
On the left is Gorkanaut, representing Gork ferocity and brutality.
It is painted entirely red, stands eight meters tall, and has a massive, Gork Power Klaw on its right hand, with a double- Big Shoota welded to it.
In his left hand was a six-barreled, triple-barreled " Deffstorm Mega-Shoota," its muzzle still smoking.
Each step it took created a deep crater, causing the surrounding Orks vehicles to tilt and sway.
The one on the right is the Morkanaut, representing Mork's deadly cunning.
It is dark blue, equally enormous, and covered in various light-emitting devices and Lasgun.
His right arm is also a massive Power Claw, the Mork Power Klaw, while his left arm is the " Kustom Mega-Zappa," capable of unleashing destructive rays.
On one shoulder is a missile launcher, and on the other is a twin- Big Shoota.
They represent the gods worshipped by the Orks sympathizers, the idols of Gork and Mork.
Between the two King Kongs, Shan Pang Guga sat on an Orks combat truck.
The front of the vehicle was welded with spiked rams, a cannon was mounted on the roof, and the entire vehicle was covered with various weapons.
When it stood up, its 3.5-meter-tall frame looked a bit cramped on the vehicle, but it exuded an imposing presence.
The Orks army stopped one kilometer in front of the Forbidden Wall.
Guga stood on the roof of the vehicle, its Power Claw pointing towards the wall:
"Which coward was cursing me just now?!"