Chapter 1084 White Scar Assault

In the background setting, the human empire has always been written as a half-dead behemoth. Although he could not win the threat of aliens and chaos, if he fought to the death, this civilization had the ability to drag the enemy into hell and die together.

If it was really hostile, the Necrontyr would be most worried about the God-Emperor, while the weaker Eldar would be burned to ashes by the wrath of the human empire army. As for the Tau Empire, it would be good if he was not shattered by the aftermath of the war.

The concentrated Space Marines are a force that cannot be underestimated. Now that they have the leadership of the Primarch, their strength and morale have soared.

This broad front is also quite conducive to the performance of the Astra Militarum, and the mixed combat group of tanks and infantry is ready.

In the all-round bombardment of artillery fire, Jaghatai launched a surprise attack with the White Scars. The entire legion was divided into hundreds of flexible forces to move forward, using explosions to hide their tracks.

The iron cavalry under their crotch has been replaced with a suspended combat motorcycle equipped with an anti-gravity generator. Although the old wheeled combat motorcycle is durable, it is still slightly less adaptable to the terrain.

The whistling wind is passing by their ears, and in front of them is the explosion point that Perturabo has calculated clearly. The White Scars are reluctant to blink, for fear of missing the continuous influx of updated information.

"We are almost there." Chagatai's voice sounded in the ears of the White Scars, and they all activated the weapons on the suspended combat motorcycles, ready to jump into the orcs' line and start killing.

In the thick smoke and flames, they saw the orc-style creations, the huge and towering walls and the deep and wide trenches cooperated with each other, creating trouble for the attacking enemies in the simplest way.

The White Scars pulled up with the handlebars, and the motorcycles easily flew over the trenches and flew straight up along the wall.

There were still some orcs on the high wall who survived the bombardment. Their bodies were all mechanically modified. One orc reacted quickly and raised his arm, which was converted into a revolver, to shoot at the white scar.

But the white scar was faster. The white scar brother in the co-pilot seat had long been angry because he could not drive the motorcycle freely. This emotion was transmitted to the twin-linked explosive gun, and a single shot burned the orc and everything around him.

The white scar was like an arrow thrown by a giant crossbow, piercing the orcs' defense line fiercely. They did not stop for a moment and followed Chagatai Khan to go deeper without hesitation.

"What should we do?" The orc boys looked at the back of the motorcycle and cursed one by one. In the end, it was their boss who pointed them in the direction.

"Don't worry about those cowards! More shrimps are coming!"

The orcs looked outside the wall. There were hundreds of thousands of tanks and tens of millions of star troops attacking the defense line they were responsible for. Think about it, such a desperate number comparison was often felt by the human defenders.

The orcs gritted their teeth, frightened by the sea of ​​people, and overwhelmed by the excitement of the battle.

But they had no time to think about the next step. Space Marines carrying assault backpacks fell from the sky, crushed their bodies, and then took off their backpacks and cleared the orcs on the city wall in small teams to prevent them from manipulating heavy weapons and threatening other troops.

The first line of defense was easily broken through. Even if the orcs did not fight among themselves, they could not evolve too smart in the short time of 50 years. The design of the position was still full of vulnerabilities. If a hot melt grenade was placed on it and detonated, the chain reaction would also kill hundreds of orcs.

But fortunately, the orcs have never lacked people, not to mention that some of the defense lines were filled with degraded bodies. After the orcs reacted from the surprise of the raid, they launched a counterattack. Tanks and killing cans with strong personal styles came from all directions. This time, the orcs remembered to fully armor the tanks, without revealing very obvious gaps.

Not only that, the orc armor also emitted less black smoke when it was activated, which made it impossible for the imperial troops to provide firing parameters for the artillery by observing the black cloud.

Lin Fan stared at Chagatai at this time, watching them rush deeper and deeper into the orc defense line. Along the way, they destroyed many factories and arsenals, fighting freely and happily.

Chagatai was not riding a motorcycle now, but the iron warhorse given to him by Perturabo. The speed of this horse was no less than that of the hover motorcycle, and the mechanical legs were so fast that from Lin Fan's perspective it looked like a circular vortex drawn by the artist to describe the fast movements of the animation characters.

Lin Fan found it strange and funny, but Chagatai himself had no objection. It was so difficult to ride a warhorse that could hold up the Primarch and maintain efficient combat capabilities.

In the current White Scars, the highest reward a warrior could get was to try riding this iron horse under Chagatai's traction.

Chagatai held a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, and his eyes quickly swept through the orcs in the distance. It only took 5 seconds for the iron horse and the warriors behind him to cross this distance.

He locked onto an orc with elite equipment and a huge physique. The pistol fired first, and the scorching rays were blocked by the orc's shield. Before the flashing light of the shield disappeared, Chagatai's iron horse crushed hundreds of orcs' corpses and rolled all the way to him.

The long knife fell like thunder from the sky, so fast that it was impossible to dodge. The shield was easily pierced, and the huge impact force condensed at the tip of the knife and slashed the orc's armor fiercely. When Chagatai completely passed his side, the orc was also cut into two pieces diagonally, and the fungus soup and internal organs flowed all over the ground.

The orcs were stunned by the rapid attack. Just as they raised their weapons to fight back, they found that the white scar had run away, leaving only a white line in sight.

The orcs looked to the side and saw that the orcs who had just clamored to smash their heads and eat their brains were almost all killed. The big pickup truck with many boys was also left with many bullet holes and knife marks. The explosion of the grenade made the boys inside look like a miserable soup made by the little boys.

The orcs were furious and fired at the sky with their guns. They also heard a rumbling sound in the gunfire.

Those bastards are back again?

Looking closely, they found that the red wave was rapidly expanding. It was the orcs' racing boys.

These orcs who had just been attacked waved to them and asked them to take them a ride to seek revenge on Chagatai. But the speeding guys would not step on the non-existent brakes just because of these strangers. They would just drive past them and head towards Chagatai and his men. Some of them even took advantage of the hardness of the car body and ran over the orcs, using their blood as new paint.