The Astartes Family's Notebook

Kaz, needless to say, was a rare opportunity to rack up kills against the Greenskin horde that could terrify the Astral Army.

The warband has rules: when the verifiable kill count reaches 5,000, 10,000, 50,000, or 100,000, there are corresponding emblems that can be sprayed on your body. Ingus and Madsich had already reached 10,000 kills, so they didn't care about 50,000 or 100,000 and didn't want to force it, but Kaz did care.

I've become an Astartes, cast aside worldly desires, what's left to pursue? Swish, I must swish fiercely.

Kaz's excitement spurred Ingus, and the competitive spirit ingrained in the DNA of the Fourth Company kicked in. The company champions wouldn't allow themselves to be outdone by a greenhorn.

If it weren't for Motor Sich holding the leash, those two puppies would probably have already run off to play a game of cat and mouse.

What a terrible thing to do.

The orc kid was easy to kill, had the advantage of terrain, and Ingus, wearing Terminator armor, was helping to block bullets. The orc's mysterious dirty gun was not enough to threaten Kaz.

With Ingus blocking the way in front and Madsich delivering the finishing blow from behind, Katz was having a blast racking up stats.

So, the habitually distracted Kars started thinking about the Blood Ravens again.

Fighting orcs, guys, how did you manage to almost wipe out a whole company?

I don't understand, and I don't want to understand. Fighting is so exhilarating!

The orc leader, whose size was noticeably exaggerated, arrived in a dirty car with the striking black and white paint scheme of the Goff clan.

However, with boulder debris blocking the way, the orc chieftain of the Goff clan had no choice but to abandon his beloved chariot and, armed with a bang-bang gun in one hand and a large cleaver in the other, walk to the front lines.

Do you want to dance too?

Ingus, like a ruthless plagiarism repeater, ignored Kaz's resentment and cleanly and decisively killed the orc leader whose style was different from the other orcs.

As a result, the orcs' morale collapsed again.

Taking advantage of the precious lull in the battlefield, Kaz and Ingus exchanged trash talk while getting their chainsaws replaced with new serrations.

Meanwhile, Motor Sich attempted to contact the Victory Balance.

No, the environmental interference is too severe.

The fourth company commander was struggling to decide whether to hold out for reinforcements or to immediately move to a new location, given the lack of intelligence.

So the three-person group, upholding military democracy, held a discussion.

"Ingus, you go first."

"It will be all right."

Motor Sich took a deep breath and turned to look at Katz.

“I think it’s best to hold our ground. Although Tyrant and his team’s airdrop pod missed its target, the second rescue team is already on their way. Once the dust cloud dissipates a bit, they should be able to find us. If we run around aimlessly, we’ll only cause them trouble. The fact that our green cars are surrounding us is the best indication of our presence.”

Motor Sich wasn't unaware of this principle; he just needed a little external help to make up his mind.

"Then hold your ground and wait for reinforcements. I'll go keep watch, and you all take the time to rest."

Meanwhile, in the sky, the Imperial Navy was already engaged in fierce combat with the Orcish fighter jets.

That was a company commander from Astartes, a hero who destroyed the Orcish monoliths; the Imperial Navy wouldn't dare joke with Motor Sich's life.

Having just broken through the blockade, the combined fleet had not yet established effective contact with the hive guards of Anwizland and could not obtain ground anti-aircraft fire support from the IG and DPF forces. The Imperial Navy's Lightning fighters were no match for the Gough Orcs' fighters in terms of numbers.

For the time being, air superiority within the atmosphere remains in the hands of the orcs.

The worst part was that after the company boarded the ship, they charged forward recklessly, and on the way, they also had to fight the Orc War Boss and the Royal Guard. The teleportation beacon was lost long ago, otherwise, Mad Sich and Ingus would not have needed Kaz to rescue them.

There's no use overthinking; just trust your brothers in arms.

Soon, the orcs' morale mysteriously recovered, and they launched a new offensive.

It's the same familiar recipe, the same familiar taste.

Have you ever witnessed my full potential?

The shameless Ingus, the repeating machine, once again slew the orc leader, and the morale of the Greenskins collapsed again.

With ammunition running low, Motor Sich did not choose to finish off the fleeing green-skinned boy in the back.

Katz looked up at the dim sky; the dust cloud showed no signs of abating, and communication interference remained severe.

I called the Thunderhawk gunboat three times but got no response. I hope everyone is alright.

Faced with the surging green-skinned orcs once again, Ingus and Kaz, aside from helping each other out, almost abandoned the use of their bomb guns, saving as much ammunition as possible for sharpshooter Captain Motor Sich.

This time, however, the orcs sent out the canned killer.

Hehe, that's hilarious.

Katz isn't stupid; he only puts chainsaw swords and explosives in his ammo crates, saving grenades and molten bombs for dealing with armored units.

After repelling the orcs once again, Ingus and Kaz switched to chainsaw swords.

Oh no, if I cut it down again, it'll be ruined. I'll only have two left, so I'll have to use them carefully.

Finally, the trio's tenacious resistance attracted the attention of the orc warlord, Vigas, an orc warlord with an iron forehead, who arrived riding his beloved Gouge King Kong.

"Old soldier, old soldier, tell me quickly, how do you distinguish between Brother Gao King Kong and Brother Mao King Kong at a glance?"

Ingus gave Kaz a disdainful look, but still satisfied his curiosity.

"If I get the chance, I'll find you a green-skinned tech genius brain to try out. You can have one too."

"Hey, don't be stingy, tell me already."

"Generally speaking, Gogo Kong uses a ranged weapon in one hand and a melee weapon in the other. But that's not absolute, nor is it important. Maoge Kong uses electric weapons or beam weapons, while Gogo Kong doesn't. Anyway, there are only two types of orcs, so call them whatever you want. What does it matter if you call them wrong? You're really talking too much nonsense."

Look at Ingus's heavy idol image; he's a prime example of stubborn arrogance.

Kaz wanted to argue further, but Motor Sich interrupted their conversation.

"If we can't kill the orc warlords in one round, we should immediately disperse and relocate. We only have two molten bombs left, and we can't hold out for the next attack."

Although the Goma King Kong is the worst-performing mech unit among the major races' mech units on the Galactic Grand Stage...

Even at its worst, this is still a Titan-level vehicle, an armed vehicle that requires a Knight mech or an Imperial Titan to match.

There are only two hot melts left. Once they're used, they're gone. If we keep holding on, then it's not waiting for reinforcements anymore; it's just being a foolish, idiotic mess.

But just then, the familiar roar of engines mingled with the orcs' high-pitched battle cries and the howling wind.

It was the Thunderhawk gunboat that Katz was riding in.

Despite being badly wounded, the warband's pilots still managed to break free from the Orc fighters' pursuit using their superior skills and turn back.

But the Thunderhawk gunboat's firepower wasn't enough to destroy the Golem King Kong.

Kars was enjoying the battles for so long that even Astartes' superhuman brain couldn't help but short-circuit.

The driver isn't stupid; surely he knows the Thunderhawk gunboat's firepower is insufficient.

The communication equipment integrated into the Astartes power armor has insufficient signal strength to penetrate the thick dust cloud, but the Thunderhawk gunboat can.

As the hovering and guiding positioning was completed, a beam of intense light pierced through the thick dust cloud, much like the divine punishment descended by His Majesty the Emperor.

So you call yourself "Gao Mao Jingang"? If you have any complaints, go tell the ship's gunner.

Chapter 70 The Company Commander's Thoughtful Messenger

Black Hawk crashes to the ground, some dead, some unharmed; Thunder Hawk crashes to the ground, bearing the marks of time.

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Since it was a rescue mission, not a shot in the back, the captain and gunner of the Pioneer Star were afraid of scratching Motor Sich and his men, so they didn't dare to go up to the main gun.

Therefore, since the Thunderhawk's position was already off from Kaz and the other two, it further shifted its aiming point.

As a result, even with the incredible power of the naval cannons, the aftershocks only severely injured Gomao King Kong, but did not kill the orc warlord Vigas.

Great news! The bridge crew of the Pioneer Star deserves a bonus!

Kaz was lost in thought again. He realized that the chickens of Holy Terra were extinct.

Why worry about all that? Orc warlord, here I come!

However, Ingus was even faster.

I've been annoyed by Tyrant's endless boasting about beheading an orc WarBoss. Dead orcs can't talk, so who knows if Tyrant beheaded an orc warlord or the real WarBoss? I think this Vigas is quite handsome, too.

With two dogs running wild in the fourth company, Motor Sich really couldn't control them this time.

The company commander had no choice but to take over command of the Thunder Eagle gunboat, leaving the bunker and landing behind it to provide fire support.

Seeing that Kaz, wearing power armor, was running faster than him, Ingus ruthlessly overloaded his power backpack.

Today is no longer a matter of life and death; Ingus is fighting for honor and dignity.

After being hit by the Pioneer Star's cannon, the orcs suffered heavy casualties, and those who survived were temporarily in a daze.

It wasn't until Ingus and Kaz began climbing the giant beast that a few orcs realized they should fight back.

Since Ingus has the Terminator armor for protection and is not afraid of sniper fire, Motor Sich's support firepower naturally leans towards Katz, who is wearing power armor.

As a result, Ingus's resentment deepened.

But as I said before, even though I gave the little brother a chance, Kaz was useless.

These mere green-skinned warlords are not even worth a second glance from the Emperor.

Katz has only been in the company for a year, and he hasn't eaten enough porridge, so his physical fitness is far from reaching its theoretical limit.

He can't handle Vigas in a short time.

The closer the orcs got to the war leader, the higher their morale and combat effectiveness became. Although Vigas was badly wounded by the ship's cannon fire, the greenskins' tenacious vitality only fueled the orc warlord's ruthless nature.

Kaz was finding himself in a difficult situation, constantly being harassed by the orc boys emerging from within the Golem King Kong.

However, it wasn't a big problem, and Ingus finally climbed up.

No, dear brother, lend me a hand, from now on you're my real brother!

Katz's tactical helmet is a representation of his master's plea.

But Ingus was just that indifferent Astartes.

Katz, you're being silly. Even if you didn't pull this stunt, I'd still be your good older brother.

No~~~~~~~~ Er Kang's hand.

Ingus went in, and Vigas, along with his power clamps and iron forehead, was sliced ​​off by the roaring chainsaw sword.

Holding Vigas's head high, Ingus felt completely at ease.

Yes, yes, that's how it should be, that's how it should be. The company champion finally understood.

Seeing the orc warlord beheaded, the Greenskins' morale collapsed once again.

However, the orcs have their own mystical abilities. The crumbling Golem inexplicably exploded, and a piece of flying armor plate struck the left engine of the Thunderhawk gunship, which was hovering at low altitude, in an extremely illogical way.

Twenty meters high, the Thunderhawk gunboat spun and plummeted. Was it all over...?

Stop messing around, this is standard equipment of the Human Empire. A mere twenty meters? Who do you think you are?

The pilot struggled to maintain the stability of the Thunderhawk by pulling on the control lever, while the co-pilot manually lowered the landing gear and activated the auxiliary thrust reverser. Finally, with a cold sweat dripping down his forehead, he brought the gunboat to a stop on the ground.

Company Commander Motor Sich ordered the driver to quickly open the armored door of the forward compartment, go inside, grab a fire extinguisher, and rush to put out the fire.

Although it's unclear how Katz and Ingus exchanged resentful glances through their tactical helmets, a company commander is a company commander; he knows what's important and what's secondary.

After extinguishing the fire that had spontaneously combusted the gunboat's engine, Motor Sich ordered his two scoundrels to come down and lend a hand. The three of them worked together to pull out the magical armored door, and then used insulating foam spray to seal the external damage to the broken engine. The three then prepared to evacuate.

Don't make a fuss. The Thunderhawk gunship has three engines. Losing one only increases the difficulty of operation. The Empire's aerospace equipment has always been about large engines flying at a speed of 100%. As for aerodynamic shape, I have no idea.

So wow, Imperial Technology, isn't that amazing?

However, breaking through the atmosphere and returning to the Victory Balance was out of the question.

Imperial technology may be amazing, but Newton is still in his coffin, so the emperor can't go too far.

Especially high in the sky, the Imperial Navy was still locked in a fierce dogfight with the Orc fighter jets; there was still a long battle ahead.

The damaged Thunderhawk carried Motor Sich and the other two towards the nearest Astragalus Army position.

Just watching Ingus stomp the orc warlord's head under his feet, Kaz really wanted to ask him if his legs got sore from lifting them like that.

The communication system of the Thunderhawk gunboat was naturally more powerful than that of the powered armor. When news of Motor Sich's safety was relayed back, the second rescue team quickly assembled at the location designated by the company commander.

However, it terrified the Star Guardians stationed at the position.

Twenty-five Astartes! My goodness! Is it too late to get them with dog tags?