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Chapter 324 Beasts Like a Tsunami
On the icy plains, the sight of the green-skinned orcs retreating like a receding tide made the Imperial soldiers rub their eyes in disbelief—these crazed war machines were actually retreating on their own?

This is even more incredible than the Ork suddenly starting to study philosophy.

The commander stood in the makeshift command post, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the tactical display screen.

On the holographic projection, the red marker representing the Greenskins was shrinking backward at an alarming speed, leaving behind only metal debris and smoking green corpses.

"Sir, should we pursue them?" The adjutant's voice was hoarse and weary, his uniform still stained with congealed blood.

The commander shook his head, his chapped lips uttering a few words: "No, let the lads and girls catch their breath."

He knew all too well the state of the troops—ammunition was almost exhausted, the soldiers were worn out, and even the heat sinks of the laser guns were deformed from overuse.

Worse still, the medical tents were already overflowing, and the cries of the seriously wounded could even drown out the howling wind.

"Pass down the order: reinforce the defenses, take stock of casualties, and prioritize treating the wounded." The commander rubbed his temples. "Have the engineer company lay mines along the front lines; who knows when those greens will come back."

The losses suffered by the troops were far greater than expected, and the commander did not want the morale of his troops to collapse.

Not only do the defenses need to be strengthened, but these young men and women also need time to rest.

"Sir! Urgent order!" Just then, the communications soldier stumbled into the command post, his data panel flashing a scarlet marker indicating the highest priority: "The Inquisitor orders us to immediately organize a mobile force to launch a feint attack towards the ancient ruins!"

"What?" The commander grabbed the data panel and repeatedly checked the contents of the order.

This is completely illogical—his troops have just fought a bloody battle, how could they possibly have the strength to launch an attack? Especially not towards that death zone heavily defended by the Greenskins?

However, the encrypted mark below the command cannot be faked; it is Chen Xi's own electronic signature.

"Damn it." The commander cursed, but immediately turned to the operations staff: "Gather all the chimera armored vehicles that can still move, and draw another twenty regiments that can still move."

Tell the lads—we only have thirty minutes to prepare.
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While the commander was urgently redeploying frontline troops and reorganizing forces to prepare for the next offensive, the orc army was launching a fierce attack on the ancient ruins in his direction of attack.

On the other side of the battlefield, shrouded in smoke, a massive orc army surged toward the ancient ruins like a tidal wave. Their crude war machines spewed black smoke, and deafening roars of "Waaagh!" echoed across the entire battlefield.

Those green-skinned boys had completely gone mad; their rough skin was covered in bulging veins, their eyes were bloodshot, and they were spewing foul-smelling foam from their mouths.

Instead of charging haphazardly as usual, they formed a primitive war formation, with the orcs at the front holding up rough metal shields, and the greenskins behind them setting up modified heavy weapons.

The Mechanicus's frigates were under unprecedented pressure. The knightly war machines had built an iron wall on the front lines, and the ion shields flickered with an unstable blue light under the intense bombardment.

"For the Emperor! Hold the line!" the knight pilot roared in the communication channel, as the molten cannon spewed out blazing white flames, vaporizing the charging orcs into green mist.

But more greenskins continued their charge, stepping over the charred corpses of their comrades. Their crude weapons, amplified by the WAAAGH force field, were actually able to inflict substantial damage on the knight mechs.

The shield of a War Knight mech suddenly overloaded and was instantly hit by dozens of orc rockets, leaving a charred dent on its adamantite armor.

"They're insane! These beasts have no fear of death!" a knight pilot roared in the communications channel. His war machine had just vaporized an entire squad of greenskins with its molten cannon, but more orcs were already charging forward, stepping over the charred corpses of their comrades.

On the frozen battlefield, the orcs' madness had reached a chilling level.

Their charge was no longer a chaotic, savage rampage, but rather like a sophisticated war machine controlled by some ancient will. In the direction of the dome, although the Greenskins were numerous, their battle resembled a chaotic carnival.

They reveled in the battle itself, brandishing crude weapons and emitting deafening "WAAAGH!" sounds, yet lacked a clear objective.

Their attacks were completely haphazard; they were simply enjoying the thrill of the battle.

But here, the situation is completely different.

Every green-skinned boy had a burning, fervent fighting spirit in their eyes, their pupils reflecting the outlines of ancient ruins, as if those ruins held sacred relics they had to reclaim.

Their actions were no longer haphazard, but rather as if driven by some higher force, forming an organized killing army.

These greenskins completely disregarded casualties; some orcs even threw themselves at the molten cannons of the knight's mechs just to buy their comrades a few seconds to charge.

Their spirit of sacrifice is astonishing. Their green bodies vaporize instantly in the high temperature, but more orcs continue to charge over the charred remains of their companions, as if death is nothing more than a stepping stone to victory for them.

Most disturbingly, the orc warlords began to take to the battlefield themselves.

These enormous monsters wielded powered weapons, each strike tearing the Guardians' combat robots to shreds.

Their muscular bodies steamed in the cold wind, their fangs spewing foul breath. Their enormous size, far exceeding that of ordinary orcs, combined with the finest weapons of the entire orc tribe, made each orc warlord a terrifying killing machine.

Behind them, an even more terrifying shadow appeared on the horizon of the battlefield—Gao Mao Jingang!
These war colossi, pieced together from scrap metal and insane "I think," strode forward with heavy steps, each step causing the icy plains to tremble.

Their rough outer armor is covered with rivets and welding marks, but their destructive power is not diminished at all.

The massive power claws easily tore through human defenses, while the "super cannons" mounted on the arms blasted the entire position into scorched earth.

However, this is not the most terrifying thing.

With a deafening explosion, an iceberg was blasted open.

Amidst the swirling ice crystals and steam, a colossal structure composed of metal scraps and remnants of ancient technology slowly rose to its feet—it was the Orcs' Titan-class unit, the Stompa!

(Warboss, also known as a warrior general)
(Warlord, orc warlord)

(Painboss, the Mad Doctor)

(Master Tech)
(Giant Iron Can)

(Gao Ge King Kong)
(Mao Ge Jingang, yes, Mao Ge Jingang and Mao Ge Jingang are two different things.)

(Gu Juji)

(Giants 2)

(End of this chapter)