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Chapter 75 Are they raising poisonous insects here?

Let's go back to before the Evil Sun Clan launched their attack.

Rhodes stood on the hilltop, his gaze passing over the obstacle course and fixed on the churning dust wall on the distant horizon, his mind racing.

The Ghost's deployment location is fine; its EMP rounds and sniper firepower are sufficient to handle infantry and light vehicles. However, if the size of the Evil Sun's main convoy exceeds expectations, such as several thousand heavy armored vehicles coming at once, then the problem lies in the fact that the Ghost's deployment location is fine.

With Ghost's limited manpower, even if every bullet hits the head, they wouldn't have enough time to take out all the drivers before the convoy runs over the defenses.

We need to get something that can withstand damage to stand in front.

Rhode opened the system panel in his mind, quickly flipping through several pages. Protoss Zealots? No way, infantry fighting vehicles, risking their lives for armor—too much of a loss. Terran Siege Tanks? The Factory is still nowhere to be found. His current general energy reserves aren't abundant enough to squander.

What he needs is not firepower, but bait.

A large target that can attract the attention of the Evil Sun convoy, causing them to turn their guns towards it, preferably without consuming too much energy.

Mechanical Sentinel.

Rhodes's gaze lingered on the panel.

Right, he also forgot the most important psychological tactics for sentries.

In addition to splitting force fields and protecting the shield, the Sentinel unit has a third function: creating illusions.

The illusion itself has no offensive power and cannot withstand many blows, but its appearance, size, and movement are completely identical to the template. As long as the other party does not have detection methods, they cannot distinguish between the real and the fake.

More than enough to fool the greens.

However, directly projecting illusions of Protoss units would not only confuse the Sunbringer's side, but Bloodaxe's side would also likely be in an uproar. They would have to use the Orcs' own technology as a template.

Rhodes recalled what kind of mechs those tech-savvy kids had in their workshops in the official novel he had read.

There are many green-skinned mechs, but the most famous one is the Goma Dreadnought.

As combat mechs that attracted a large number of orc boys as green-skinned, the yellow-painted Gorgon Dreadnought and the red-painted Mao Dreadnought have rough lines but many details. From the multi-barrel cannon to the super-large power claw, every part is welded to the orc boys' aesthetic.

"Use this one." Rhodes confirmed the command in his mind, and had the sentries already deployed in the shadows of the hills receive the appearance information in his mind. Using the Gao Mao Fearless as a template, he generated an illusion of five Gao Ge and five Mao Ge, yellow and red, with the paint job and body shape all in accordance with the orc aesthetics.

His plan was that once the illusion appeared, the Evil Sun's firepower would be drawn to the large target, creating space for the Blood Axe Infantry and Ghosts to deal damage. By the time the Evil Sun realized that these mechs were just illusions, their convoy would have been nearly wiped out.

The plan is perfect.

There was one variable that was overlooked.

The moment those few fearless illusions stepped out from behind the hills, the Bloodaxe orc lads practically went mad with joy.

From the iron barrels, behind the tires, and at the bottom of the troughs, all the surviving Bloodaxe Orcs poked their heads out, their eyes wide open, staring at the giant mechs. They all froze for a second.

Then she had a major emotional outburst.

A roar of "Waaaaaagh" exploded from behind the defensive line. It wasn't just one person shouting; it was hundreds of green-skinned creatures yelling at the same time.

In that instant, Rhodes personally experienced what the power of thought truly meant.

A chaotic, tyrannical, and utterly irrational energy condensed from the orcs' fanatical emotions, like an invisible wave, directly impacting the illusion.

Optical projection began to become a physical reality.

The armor plate, which originally appeared to be somewhat transparent, now revealed a realistic metallic texture. The power claws made a realistic clicking sound when they closed, and the multi-barrel cannon's rotation and preheating were no longer a silent visual effect, but rather emitted a real hum of mechanical operation.

The illusions materialized under the influence of the green-skinned waaaaagh force field.

That's why Gao Ge's fearless power claws could shatter the armor of the tank, Mao Ge's fearless cannons could fire real shells, and that huge mecha foot could crush the evil Japanese leader and his vehicle into a flat iron disc less than half a meter thick.

Rhodes checked the system panel three times afterward, and the description of the Sentinel's illusion skill did not include the phrase "can be materialized by external energy".

This was purely caused by the green-skinned Waaaaaagh force field.

"If enough greens believe something is true, it will become true."

Rhodes silently recited this rule, which he had seen countless times in the setting materials. This was the first time he had personally experienced its effect, and the first time he realized just how absurd this rule was.

However, the illusion dissipated automatically after its duration ended. The outlines of those few fearless machines faded and became transparent on the battlefield, eventually turning into specks of light and scattering into the air.

If it weren't for the time limit, Rhodes would have thought he had acquired so many genuine and powerful Dreadnought mechs.

The vanguard of the Evil Sun Clan was annihilated, and the crisis at the front line was temporarily relieved. After Snagrim finished counting the casualties after the battle, he walked up to Rhodes, his expression much more subdued than before.

It took off its military cap, nodded to Rhodes, and said that its leader wanted to see it and invited it to the Bloodaxe Orc town to talk.

Rhodes agreed.

It took nearly two hours to walk from the frontline outpost to the Bloodaxe clan's town.

The town was nestled in the embrace of low hills. From afar, the valley was covered with a cluster of metal buildings of varying heights, with chimneys standing tall and steam and black smoke rising from all directions. The air was thick with the stench of engine oil, metal dust, and the distinctive body odor of orcs, so strong that Aliya frowned involuntarily as she stepped onto the outskirts of the town.

The town's main road was paved with crushed treads and gravel, barely making it smooth. On both sides were sheds made of sheet metal, workshops pieced together from the remains of tanks, and several large metal structures that looked like warehouses. Occasionally, one or two fart demons and snot demons could be seen peeking half their heads out of the alleyway, clutching a few clumps of fungus in their hands, staring at the few humans passing by.

Rhodes walked behind Snagrim, with Aria and Liriel positioned slightly behind on either side.

Whispers came from all directions.

"Is that shrimp?"

"Snagrim brought it back; I heard they won at the front."

"What does winning have to do with bringing back shrimp?"

Several young orc lads, clearly unfamiliar with humans, darted out of a roadside workshop and stood a few meters from Rhodes, tilting their heads and sizing him up. The largest of them cracked his knuckles, clenched his fists, and looked at the shrimp with an expression that suggested he wanted to test whether it could take a beating.

Snagrim didn't even turn his head, he just glanced in that direction.

The orc boy's fist, which he had clenched halfway, froze. He loosened his grip, sheepishly retreated to the roadside, and muttered something under his breath, so softly that his companion next to him couldn't hear him.

Rod continued walking forward without looking to the side, secretly relieved.

Fortunately, this was Bloodaxe Clan territory, so the orders still carried weight; Snagrim could control the situation with just a glance.

If it were any other clan, they would probably already be surrounded, and the scene would likely be no better than the chaotic battle on the green pirate ship.

Rhodes then met the Bloodaxe clan's warboss.

Zazk was several sizes larger than any of the orcs that Rhodes had ever seen.

The war leader of the Bloodaxe clan sat on a huge iron chair welded from the wreckage of a war chariot. Two exhaust pipes were crookedly welded onto the back of the chair to serve as decorative armrests. A wisp of white smoke occasionally rose from the left one, whether by design or due to a leak at the weld was unclear.

His armor was painted with striking red and black warning stripes, extending from his breastplate to his leg guards. At first glance, it looked like a safety sign that was posted next to dangerous equipment in some kind of imperial factory. However, upon closer inspection, one could see that the stripes were crooked and the edges were painted out in several places.

The most striking feature is the powered claw at the end of its left arm, its knuckles inlaid with various metal fragments: a broken eagle horn, the carapace of an unknown alien, and even a small piece of armor plate salvaged from an Imperial mech. All of them are spoils of war.

When Snagrim led Rhodes into the "command center" built with three layers of sheet metal and I-beams, Zazik was holding a clump of grooved mushrooms—well, you could think of it as an orc version of ginger and chili peppers. When he saw Rhodes come in, he casually stuffed the huge clump of mushrooms into his hand and ate it all.

"Wine makes mud?"

Zazik's voice was deeper and heavier than Snagrim's, and his High Gothic pronunciation was muffled by the food in his mouth, but the meaning was still very clear. His small eyes swept from Rhodes to Aria, then to Liriel, and finally back to Rhodes' face.

"Snagrim said you had a bunch of invisible shrimp soldiers under your command, but my kid didn't even see a shadow of one on the front lines before the enemy was all down."

It slammed its hand on the armrest, causing the exhaust pipe to spew out another puff of white smoke.

"I want that! My special forces lad wants to learn that fighting style too! And I want those invisible uniforms too!"

The negotiations proceeded faster than Rhodes had anticipated. Bloodaxe's pragmatism was on full display in Zazik; there were no beating around the bush, he laid out conditions, discussed interests, and got straight to the point.

Rhodes was happy to save himself the trouble, and after a few rounds of back and forth, the terms were basically finalized.

Rhodes was responsible for providing tactical support and military supplies to help Bloodaxe reclaim its territory on the planet. In return, he would receive free passage and Bloodaxe's mercenary services, which included being called upon for missions, paid per job, and even offered discounts.

As for how to prevent the classic case of "crossing the river and then destroying the bridge" —

"I will establish a permanent military base on this planet." Rhodes' tone was calm, as if stating a settled fact. "The armed forces in the base will be stationed there permanently, and that is non-negotiable."

Zazik narrowed his eyes, and the tin shack fell silent for a moment.

Rhodes did not give the silence a chance to escalate.

"As compensation, if I ever have a battle to fight in the future, I won't mind taking your boys with me, as long as it's a place where orcs can be present."

"Your special forces lads can train with my Ghosts. They can learn infiltration, tactics, and how much they learn is up to them," Rhodes continued, adding, "If I ever feel like fighting, I can arrange for my men to spar with yours."

The effect of those words was immediate. Zazik's small eyes widened, and the opening and closing of his power claws stopped. For the Orks, the promise of "a war to fight" was as tempting as "free money" to humans—"why not take it if it's free?"

Zazik slammed his fist down, the iron chair shook, and both exhaust pipes were hammered and started smoking.

"make a deal!"

Rhodes remained outwardly calm, but he had already mentally reviewed the subsequent arrangements. The sparring was easy; he could simply send out Protoss Zealots and Apostles, all equipped with emergency warp devices. If anything went wrong, a quick blink would bring them back unscathed. The Orcs would have their fun but wouldn't be able to get close to anyone, while he could train his troops without fear of trouble.

More importantly, once this long-term cooperative relationship is established, he remembered that he seemed to have said something before.

A green-skinned boy wearing a Waaaaaagh psionic field shield.

A green-skinned boy wielding a replica of a psionic light blade.

The green-skinned boy who can teleport to a fixed point using a replica of the Crystal Tower.

The green-skinned kid who was seriously injured, jumped back to the rear, repaired himself, and then teleported back to continue fighting.

If these things fell onto the intelligence desk of an Imperial Inquisitor, his first reaction would probably be to personally fly over and silence him.

But from another perspective, if these green-skinned people are firmly on their own employee lists and bite people on their behalf, then they are not scary at all.

Let them raise poisonous insects if they want.

After the agreement was finalized, Zazik's attitude visibly warmed up. He straightened up from the iron chair, a movement that allowed Rhodes to once again directly experience the size of the war leader; his head almost touched the metal ceiling, and then he pointed his power claws towards the door.

"We've finished talking, let's go, stay for a meal! I'll have those guys prepare something good today!"

Rod maintained a polite smile, but that smile froze for a fraction of a second when he heard the word "eat".

A green-skinned dinner.

He began frantically searching his mind for all his memories of orc eating habits.

Fungi are their staple food, all kinds of mushrooms and fungi, which are barely acceptable, but I've heard that many orcs need strong stomachs to eat them.

There is definitely meat involved, although the ingredients come from Scuderia, and the processing method is likely not in compliance with food hygiene regulations.

He glanced at Aliya out of the corner of his eye.

Does that mean we still have any food reserves on board?

The female manager with the golden ponytail had an expression that could only be described as "frozen," her lips pressed into a straight line.

Two distinct vertical lines appeared between his brows, clearly indicating that even if he had them, he might not be able to get them now.

Aliya exuded an aura of "I want to turn around and leave right now" from head to toe, but her military self-control kept her standing still, with only her nostrils twitching slightly, as if she was mentally preparing for the upcoming olfactory assault.

Liriel didn't react in any particular way; she simply tilted her head and looked at the orc boys running outside with pure curiosity.

Rhodes took a deep breath, silently told himself, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do," and then steeled himself and followed Zazik out of the Ironclad Command Center. In reality, he had already planned to buy the other food items from the control panel.