Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

Dorn responded solemnly, "The tactics remain unchanged. We must keep the main force of the orcs firmly contained on Reach and engage in a protracted war of attrition."

Wop: "But the Orc Warboss is very cunning, and the Empire has yet to locate it. How can we decapitate it without a 'head'?"

The war of attrition he planned was not to fill the line with human lives, as that would only lead to an endless stalemate.

The orcs' amazing reproductive capacity and their tendency to grow stronger with each battle meant that simple delaying tactics would only worsen the situation, and they had to behead the orcs' Warboss.

War of attrition is the general strategic approach, and decapitation is the specific tactical implementation.

No matter who is fighting against the orcs, even the Tyranids, who are also famous for their human wave tactics, will behead the Warboss.

If the Tyranids gave up on beheading the Warboss and simply used human wave tactics to fight the orcs through attrition, they might not have a chance of winning.

Orc society is highly dependent on the rule of high-level orcs such as the Warboss. Once the Warboss dies, the orcs will fall into chaos and immediately begin endless infighting until a new Warboss is born in the infighting.

As long as you can quickly decapitate the Warboss every time it spawns, the orcs will fall back into chaos.

These greenskins will lose unified command and will be unable to organize an effective offensive, making it difficult for them to pose a substantial threat to the defenders' defense line.

This low-intensity war of attrition is exactly what Dorne needs.

Although this strategy is very passive, it is the safest option under the current circumstances.

At the cost of an agricultural world, space was exchanged for time, in exchange for the strategic security of the entire Invert Empire.

His original plan was just a delaying tactic to buy time for the space monkeys to repair the Phalanx.

But now the situation has taken a turn for the better. As long as we can hold out until the arrival of the Empire's main fleet, the threat of the orcs will be resolved!

"here."

Dorn's finger landed on the tactical hologram. "The Mortal Auxiliary's judgment was correct. The Warboss is hiding in this forest!"

Although the cunning green-skinned Warboss has been deliberately hiding his whereabouts, based on key combat elements such as the Orc army's tactics, troop deployment and attack direction, a clear logical chain can be outlined on the tactical hologram, ultimately pointing to the same coordinates.

The Mortal Auxiliary Army has sent several killing teams to infiltrate the forest area. As long as the killing teams can find the exact location of the Warboss, they can sound the clarion call for a counterattack.

Dorn: "Lane, have the commandos go to the deck and be ready to attack at any time!"

Although he had never met those mortals before, he might not have the chance to meet them in the future.

But Dorn believed these mortals could fulfill their mission.

……

Dias slowly raised his arm, signaling the team to stop moving forward.

The team immediately dispersed and hid, quietly blending into the shadows of the dense forest.

Through the magnifying function of the tactical eyepiece, Dias could clearly observe the orc camp a hundred meters away.

There were several orc bosses there, whose sizes were obviously larger than those of ordinary orc boys. Their rough armor was covered with dents and bloodstains left by battle.

These orc bosses were roaring and fighting with each other out of boredom, and from time to time they burst into cheerful Waaagh sounds.

"Confirmed target: Orc boss, six in number." Dias lowered his voice over the encrypted channel. "According to the tactical database, a convoy of this size usually means the war boss is within a one-kilometer radius."

The Orc Boss is a mid-level officer among the Orcs and serves as the War Chief's bodyguard.

These powerful orcs would not gather for no reason. The orc war boss must be around the camp!

Sergeant Avery: "Can we bypass the camp?"

"I'm afraid not." Dias quickly scanned the auspex data on his tactical eyepiece. "The scan shows that there's an enclosed valley behind the camp. The Thinker's analysis suggests there's an 87.6% chance the war boss is hiding there. To enter the valley, we must pass through the camp."

Sergeant Avery: "Prepare for the assault. All teams, report ammunition status in order of battle."

"Team Dias, standard ammunition at 43%, melta weapons at 73%."

"Olson Squad, standard ammunition remaining at 38%, plasma weapons remaining at 58%."

"Montoya Squad, standard ammunition at 49%, incendiary weapons at 79%."

On Sergeant Avery's tactical panel, the real-time status of the three teams flashed green confirmation signals.

He quickly assessed the battlefield situation and formulated a series of tactical plans accordingly:

"Triangle assault tactics. Diaz's team will be responsible for the frontal breakthrough, Olsen's team will suppress the left wing, and Montoya's team will carry out precision strikes on the right wing."

"Repeated mission priority, our primary goal is to confirm the coordinates of the war boss!"

"Action countdown, 30 seconds."

Sergeant Avery whispered, "For humanity."

"For the Emperor!" Thirty deep voices responded simultaneously on the communication channel.

In fact, they can upload the coordinates now, and the probability of 87.6% is already very high.

The strike diameter of orbital bombardment is at least ten kilometers, and a slight error will not affect the decapitation of the war leader.

But they had to personally confirm the coordinates of the war boss to ensure that there was no mistake.

"boom!"

The scarlet laser beam accurately pierced the skull of the orc sentry outside the camp.

The smell of burning filled the air, and the headless green-skinned body fell to the ground with a thud.

Other fighters also opened fire at the same time, and dense laser beams wove into a web of death.

Each ray of scarlet light hit its target accurately, some pierced through the orcs' thick necks, and some directly vaporized their ugly and hideous faces.

The orc boss in the center of the camp let out an excited Waaagh roar, and its scarred green body suddenly stood up. Its body, which was larger than that of a Space Marine, directly knocked away the orc boy who was blocking the way.

"boom!"

A laser hit the orc boss's chest, burning through the rough metal breastplate, but only leaving charred marks on the thick green skin.

The laser gun can kill an orc boy with just one shot, but more efficient shooting is required when dealing with an orc boss.

"Waaagh!" The orc boss became even more excited. He raised his modified musket, and dirty flames spewed out of the muzzle. He fired a series of bullets at once while making a huge noise.

But the next moment, a scarlet beam of heat energy immediately pierced through the orc boss's chest.

The deformed heart vaporized in the high temperature, and the huge body staggered and fell, knocking down half of the tent.

But the greenskin's tenacious vitality kept it twitching.

Dias approached with a tactical roll and pointed his plasma pistol at the orc boss's ferocious head.

"Snapped!"

The dazzling blue light devoured the ugly face, evaporated the orc's head, and ended this abominable life.

All members of the kill team knew that this might be their last battle and there was no need to save ammunition.

The scarlet laser beam was like the scythe of the god of death, reaping the lives of the orcs like mowing grass, causing a bloody storm in the orc camp.

Each precise beam of light could easily penetrate the orc boy's rough skin and simple iron armor, turning their ugly bodies into charred residue.

The orc bosses also fell one after another, their huge bodies crashing to the ground in the dense firepower network, splashing dust all over the sky.

However, the price of victory was equally terrible.

There are simply too many orcs.

The protective performance of the ceramsite armor of the Solar Void Combat Armor is always inferior to the power armor of the Space Marines, and it is difficult to withstand the massive ammunition pouring by the Orks.

Warriors continued to fall to the orcs' Waaagh roars, their bodies torn to pieces by the orcs' crudely made bullets.

The armor was still trying in vain to repair itself, but blood and internal organs were already seeping out from the gaps in the damaged armor.

But all these sacrifices are worth it.

With the last line of defense broken through, they successfully massacred the orc camp.

The surviving soldiers quickly established a circular defense, and before Sergeant Avery could formulate a new battle plan, they heard a deafening roar.

"WAAAGH!"

"You've fallen into a trap, you stinky shrimp! I'm going to blow you away!"

The five-meter-tall behemoth stood at the entrance of the valley, and its mere existence exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

His identity as the war leader is self-evident!

Without waiting for Avery's order, the communications soldier who had been on standby in the rear decisively pressed the send button and sent their coordinates to the orbital fleet.

"Waaagh!"

Hundreds of Ork Boys and Ork Bosses poured out frantically from either side of the Warboss, and Sergeant Avery gave his last order.

"Free Fire!"

While they were engaged in a melee, an encrypted pulse signal had already penetrated the dense forest and shot straight into the sky.

The fleet in orbit will receive these coordinates within one minute, and the orbital strike will eliminate all life within a radius of ten kilometers.

As the orc's machete whizzed towards him, Dias used the barrel of his gun to block the brute force of the blow, which was enough to split him in half.

Sparks flew, and he turned his wrist and stabbed the bayonet accurately into the orc's neck.

Hot green blood gushed out and splashed all over Diaz, but he had no time to avoid it.

Another orc was pouncing from the flank. The sergeant pulled the trigger the moment he turned around, accurately piercing the second orc's eyebrows, exploding its hideous head and vaporizing its brain.

Soon, the fleet slowly entered the orbit of Reach, adjusted the shooting angle, and aimed the muzzles at the coordinates.

"boom--!"

The dazzling beam of light poured down from the sky like a sword of divine punishment, piercing through the clouds and heading straight for the orc camp.

Yet, just as this devastating orbital strike was about to judge all things.

"Buzz!"

A green energy barrier suddenly unfolded, covering the entire forest like an invisible dome.

The orbital bombardment hit the surface of the barrier with a crackling sound, emitting dazzling energy sparks, but it was unable to break through this layer of defense.

"WAAAGH!"

The war chief laughed wildly, "What the hell is going to cry?"

Avery's breathing suddenly stopped behind the visor, and he finally understood the real reason why the war leader could never hide.

These green-skinned bastards actually secretly developed force field shield technology!

This means that the orbital bombardment, the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of the Orks, will completely lose its deterrent effect from now on.

The situation is taking a turn for the worse in the worst possible way.

Without the cover of orbital bombardment, the endless orcs/army will be able to break through the ground defenses of the mortal auxiliary army within a week!

The decapitation operation has failed.

"No, it's not over yet!"

Avery tore off the mask that was shattered by the gunfire, and a roar mixed with blood foam exploded in the team channel.

"All surviving units, move towards me! We have one last chance!"

They were still alive, they still had a chance to decapitate the war boss.

As long as the war boss is dead, the orcs will be leaderless!

Even if the orcs had shield technology, Avery was sure Gutierrez would send another kill team to destroy it!

"Victory belongs to humanity!"

Even though the mortal auxiliary army occupied a defensive camp, two-thirds of their troops were still lost.

The eleven surviving warriors tried to move towards Sergeant Avery, but the orcs had completely divided and surrounded them.

Only four warriors managed to reach him, and another three warriors were covering them on high ground. Between them and the war boss were more than twenty orc bosses and hundreds of orc boys.

Just as Sergeant Avery was about to lead the remnants of his troops in a final charge, a sharp electrical noise suddenly came from the communication channel, and Dias heard a low voice:

"I am the Primarch Rogal Dorn. We will arrive at the battlefield in one minute. Please hold on!"

A Primarch himself has come to our rescue?

This thought made Diaz's face flush with excitement. "Got it, my Lord. We will hold on until the last moment!"