The human forces that pursued the enemy out of the Forbidden Wall were quickly halted by the harsh terrain of the Brevis Ice Plain.
The raging snowstorm sculpted the earth into a natural forbidden zone, with snow reaching waist-deep, making it easy for vehicle tracks to sink in if one wasn't careful.
Crevices hidden beneath the soft snow layer are visible everywhere.
As a Leman Russ Russ drove into what appeared to be a flat snowfield, the vehicle suddenly lurched as its right track became stuck in a crevasse.
Despite the roar of the engine, it could only spin in place, kicking up clouds of white snow.
The narrow icy valley was a nightmare for armored forces.
The Leman Russ Russ's wide tracks made it difficult to maneuver between the steep valley walls, forcing it to advance slowly in a single file, completely losing its mobility.
The scattered remnants of the Orks army, relying on their familiarity with the terrain, used icebergs, cliffs, and hidden ice caves as cover.
It flashed by in the wind and snow, quickly disappearing into the vast white world.
Lynn stood atop the tank, his purple eyes piercing through the swirling snow, watching the direction in which the Orks soldiers fled.
The green bloodstains on his armor had long since frozen into green frost in the cold wind.
The soldiers behind him wore expressions of exhaustion from the fierce battle, their breaths quickly dissipating into the cold air.
"Stop the pursuit!"
Lynn's voice echoed across the battlefield through the loudspeakers.
The pursuing troops were put on hold, gradually regrouping, and the tanks that were stuck in trouble began to clear obstacles with the help of engineers, preparing to retreat.
"Governor, are we just going to let them go like this?" Leo approached the tank, his face filled with resentment.
"We finally won this battle, are we just going to go back like this?"
Lynn did not look down at him; her eyes gleamed with reason.
"The terrain of the ice field is complex; if we continue to pursue them too far, our armored forces will completely lose their mobility advantage."
"Furthermore, the Orks are familiar with the terrain and could very well set up an ambush. If we are caught off guard and get caught in the crossfire, it would be a huge loss."
Then, his gaze swept over the exhausted soldiers:
"Our troops have just experienced intense combat, and the soldiers are already exhausted. They are not suitable to continue a long-distance march in such extreme conditions."
"What's more," Lynn pointed in the direction the Orks had fled.
"The core objective of our plan has been achieved."
They killed the Warboss, Mountain Fat Guga, and severely damaged the main force of the Orks, demonstrating their formidable military strength.
These three points are enough to plunge the surviving Orks in the ice plains into endless fear.
Those bastards who survived will spread today's crushing defeat like a virus to every Orks clan on the Icefield.
This won't break their overall fighting spirit, but with the support of the Orks ' idealistic power, Lynn will only become more and more "powerful" in their eyes.
This also created an excellent psychological advantage for the subsequent cleanup.
"We don't need to personally venture into the ice plains to wipe out the Orks."
Lynn kept everyone in suspense, saying, "I've already prepared a 'special power' more suited to the icy environment."
Although Leo had doubts, seeing Lynn's confidence, he didn't ask any more questions and turned to arrange for the troops to rest.
Lynn immediately ordered scouts to advance and provide cover in case the Orks retaliated.
The main force rested and replenished its energy and ammunition in place.
At the same time, some engineers and flamethrowers were transferred to deal with the Orks that had been killed in the pursuit, as well as the remaining corpses and spores.
In this world, if the Orks spores are not completely eradicated, new ones will sprout soon, so it is essential to eliminate them completely.
The entire unit began an orderly retreat. Engineers used explosives to seal the ice cracks, while flamethrowers sprayed flames at the scattered Orks corpses.
The firelight flickered in the wind and snow, emitting a foul, burnt smell.
Just then, an alarm suddenly came through the communication channel from the vanguard scouts, the tone urgent:
"Your Excellency! A large-scale bio-thermal signal has been detected behind the ice mound ahead, involving approximately five hundred people, suspected to Brevis savage cavalry!"
Having just experienced the Snow Claw Clan's surprise attack, the guards tensed up instantly, and the soldiers quickly raised their guns and aimed at the ice mounds on both sides.
The vehicles stopped moving, the heavy weapons adjusted their angles, and the formation contracted into a defensive posture.
The cold muzzle of the gun gleamed in the wind and snow, and a tense atmosphere filled the air, as if an attack could erupt at any moment.
"Put down your guns!"
Lynn's voice rang out again, carrying an unquestionable authority.
Just now, the mini Ripper on his shoulder trembled slightly, and Rena's consciousness was transmitted through the Psychic Power link.
These savages did not exude strong hostility or murderous intent; in her perception, there was only observation, hesitation, and awe.
The swirling snow seemed to be affected by this inexplicable calm, and gradually subsided for a while.
Behind the ice mound, two figures, one tall and one short, slowly emerged, followed by more cavalrymen appearing as if from behind the ice mound.
The group on the left was led by a woman clad in snow-white animal hide armor, riding a magnificent Ice-Ridge Land Beast.
The animal hide was adorned with animal teeth and bone ornaments, and he held a heavy bone axe in his hand.
Her face was roughened by the wind and snow, and her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. She was none other than Snow Claw Rain, the great patriarch of the Snow Claw Clan.
The cavalry behind her also rode Ice-Ridge Land Beast, wearing simple animal skin armor and carrying stone axes and bone knives, exuding a fierce and valiant aura.
The team on the right was completely different.
The leader, a short, stocky man, wore a rough suit of Power Armour covered in battle scratches; he was none other than Ice Fang Kuai, the great patriarch of the Ice Fang Clan.
The cavalry behind him were relatively modernly equipped, with some carrying Lasgun. The group was silent and serious, exuding a seasoned and composed demeanor.
The two groups were clearly separated, yet both stopped at a safe distance of several hundred meters.
All eyes were focused on the Cold Front Tank, and they looked up in awe at Governor Brevis, whose eyes were deep purple.
Lynn leaped off the tank, his heavy Power Armour kicking up a flurry of snowflakes as he landed.
He walked forward alone, and Doudou and Leo wanted to follow, but he stopped them with a gesture.
Lynn slowly stepped into the snow between them, each step leaving deep footprints.
Amidst the wind and snow, his purple eyes gleamed faintly, his gaze resolute.
His voice was deep and resonant, penetrating the howling wind and reaching the ears of the two clan leaders clearly:
" Snow Claw and Ice Fang, what brings you here?"