The construction officially began the next morning at the foot of the Forbidden Wall.
Thirty thousand engineering soldiers and over one hundred thousand Servitor began operations on both sides of the gap in Area C8.
Their armored suits spewed cutting blue flames, peeling twisted alloy plates from the walls.
The cranes lifted the prefabricated alloy frame and then filled it with concrete; they had almost no time to rest.
In order for Lynn's plan to proceed smoothly, they had to race against time.
Meanwhile, the Orks outside the walls continue to launch attacks daily.
They appear precisely at the edge of the horizon at dawn, like clockwork, howling as they launch their attack.
After being repelled by the fire from the wall, we came back again in the afternoon and finished work after sunset.
There were no tactics, no strategy; it was purely a routine exercise because "I feel uncomfortable if I haven't fought today."
Now, however, the Orks can't even touch the wall.
Lynn deployed all available heavy firepower to the city walls.
Five hundred heavy howitzers were lined up along the Forbidden Wall, their muzzles pointing towards the ice field.
Thousands of Heavy Bolter are mounted behind firing ports, and the spent shell casings can pile up into small mountains every day.
There are also one hundred "Lock-type" missile launchers, each capable of covering an area of ten square kilometers with a single salvo.
Even Leman Russ Russ transported a number of these platforms to the wall to serve as heavy artillery.
Each time the Orks charged, cannonballs rained down, shattering them into a pile of mangled limbs.
Some managed to reach the base of the wall, but were immediately mowed down by Heavy Bolter. Occasionally, a few Orks war vehicles broke through the barrage, only to be immediately targeted by missiles.
The battle seems to have reverted to its previous simple mode.
But Lynn stood in the command post, watching the real-time battle reports, his brows furrowed without relaxing.
"My lord." Gus pushed open the door and entered, a relaxed smile on his face.
"We repelled three more waves of Orks today, with casualties less than a thousand. At this rate, we can hold out until..."
"Wait until the Orks learn to build railguns, or even Titan," Lynn interrupted him.
Gus's smile froze.
Hammond looked up from the map table beside him, his eyes fixed on Lynn.
He could understand why Lynn was so anxious.
Lynn walked to the holographic map and traced his finger across the red area deep in the ice field marked as the "main gathering area of Orks ".
" The Orks are an incredibly powerful race in warfare."
"Even things they cobble together from scrap metal can unleash terrifying fighting power."
He pulled up a video clip, footage taken by a drone yesterday.
On an open space, a dozen or so Mekboy young men were hammering and tinkering around a pile of scrap metal.
A few hours later, the pile of scrap metal turned into a " Killa Kan ", which looked completely unusable.
But after a Gretchin was put in, the pile of junk actually started to move.
Although it loses two parts every three steps, it is indeed movable and has considerable destructive power.
"That's the most perverse thing about the Orks; they possess a special kind of spiritual power." Lynn turned off the video.
"Give them enough time and enough battles, and they can knock a 'moon' out of the scrap heap and send it flying into space."
"A giant cannon capable of blasting through mountains, or even a war machine on the scale of Titan."
The command post fell silent.
Leo also walked up to the map and stared at the red area.
He recalled that when he first arrived at the Forbidden Wall two months ago, the Orks only knew how to use machetes and rusty guns.
Occasionally there would be a few dilapidated armored vehicles, but now they have motorcycles, all sorts of armored vehicles and war machines.
What if we give them another two months?
"Therefore, we can't just go on the defensive," Lynn said again.
"We must launch an effective offensive and inflict heavy damage on them before their technology catches up with ours."
"How badly damaged?" Leo asked.
Lynn did not answer immediately. He walked to the window and looked out at the snowfield that had been repeatedly ravaged by artillery fire.
A miniature Ripper crawled out of his sleeve, up his arm to his palm, and curled up into a pink ball of flesh.
He gently teased it, his fingertips tracing the patterns on its shell.
Then the movement suddenly stopped, and the Ripper quickly retracted into the sleeve.
Lynn turned around, his expression unchanged. "We only need to do one thing now."
"Kill the current Warboss in the Brevis Orks faction."
"Once the leader dies, that special idealistic force field will temporarily disappear, and the younger ones will fall into temporary chaos."
"The flashes of inspiration from Mekboy will also be interrupted, and the level of technology will regress by at least one level."
Everyone nodded, and Lynn continued:
"Then we'll figure out a way to counterattack their camp again, so that the next batch of Orks arriving in Brevis won't be able to inherit the technology of this Orks."
Decapitation has always been the most effective tactic against Orks.
After listening, the generals gained a clearer understanding of the governor's strategic vision.
He admired Lynn's attitude even more.
But Lynn didn't mention the most crucial point: the Rena Swarm.
He couldn't stay at the Forbidden Wall forever; the entire Imperium was busy dealing with Abaddon's Thirteenth Black Crusade.
Without support, Brevis couldn't keep fighting the Orks indefinitely.
Sooner or later, the Orks will grow to a point where Brevis can no longer handle them.
Only by letting the lower-level units of the Rena Swarm engage in the most primitive battles with the Orks can the Orks ' technological development be effectively curbed.
Meanwhile, deep within the ice field.
The area where the Orks the Rock once landed has now become an outrageously large Orks camp.
From the air, it appears as a chaotic jigsaw puzzle covering a hundred square kilometers.
Rusty metal sheets were used to build makeshift shacks, and discarded car shells were piled up to form "skyscrapers."
Everywhere there were fences made of the ribs of unknown giant beasts.
In the center of the open space stood a dozen totem poles covered with skulls.
The top of the pillar was hung with the still-dripping heads of Orks, the fate of those who failed to challenge the leader.
The air was thick with a pungent stench.
The thick smoke from burning mushrooms, the sour stench of Squig manure, and the strange aroma of stewed bacon.
The stench would overwhelm an ordinary human just by entering this area.
In the heart of the camp, hundreds of large cauldrons, each over ten meters in diameter, were boiling.
The liquid in the pot was yellowish-green, viscous like melted asphalt, and bubbles kept rising to the surface.
Around each pot stood a dozen or so "stomach boys," stirring with long-handled spoons and occasionally tossing in pieces of glowing fungus or whole, plump Squig.
And sitting beside the largest pot was the largest Orks in the camp.
Shanpang Guga.
It was a true behemoth, over three and a half meters tall.
Her waistline was estimated to be 3.5 meters, and her whole body looked like a green ball of flesh.
It was wearing "armor" made from modified Leman Russ Russ armor plates.
A small cannon is welded to his left shoulder, and his right hand is a Warboss-style Orks power claw.
The word "Most Waaagh" is crookedly written in white paint on the right shoulder armor!