50. Battle of Marco - Alien Descends
Fields planted with high-yield crops stretch to the horizon.
The air is always filled with the smell of fertilizers or other chemicals that are beneficial to crops.
The sound of pest control equipment operating non-stop.
There is always a rumbling sound of agricultural machinery running on the road.
The sound of water rushing in a slightly old pipe.
At the end of the horizon, there is a super large comprehensive agricultural product processing plant that looks like a hive city that you can walk out of.
The shanty towns that are piled together for people like me to live in, and the ordinary workers like me walking on the road in heavy protective clothing, or riding in cars, going to work or returning home. Going to work on time, leaving get off work on time, going back and forth between the two points, every day, every month, as usual.
In the past ten years, Parker felt that this kind of life was dull and boring, but now, he has begun to miss those days -
At least then, he could go to a bar for a drink after work every day, at least then, he didn't need to worry too much about daily food, at least then, he could take off his clothes and lie down on the bed to sleep with peace of mind after finishing all the things for the day.
And now?
He had to grab a shovel in the middle of the night and work with several of his other workers who were still able to function to dig fortifications to prevent night attacks by wild beasts or worse. Granted, he could have refused the job, but considering that doing this would allow him to get some additional supplies, Parker came anyway.
"How can such a day end..."
After finally clearing all the traps, Parker let out a long breath and stood up with the shovel.
, looking in the direction of the agricultural product processing plant - although the factory with buildings reaching into the sky was still brightly lit and there was nothing wrong at first glance, Parker knew that now it had become a paradise for aliens.
"Although I don't know when this day will end, I know that if we don't want to end up like Goldtooth Billy who wanted to surrender to the aliens, we have to keep persisting."
Hearing Park's complaint, a worker beside him who was sure that the trap was probably fine, a retired Astra Militarum soldier and in fact the leader of their escape team, responded to him in a calm tone. Instantly, Park's expression became stiff and his hands trembled unconsciously as his captain's answer evoked bad memories.
"Of course I know that, but..."
"No buts - this is what my political commissar liked to say to us when I was serving in the army. Now all we can do is..."
Before the retired Astra Militarum finished speaking, several clusters of "glare" suddenly bursting out from the agricultural product processing factory on the distant horizon attracted his attention. However, before he could use the knowledge he learned in the military to estimate the glare, the agricultural product processing factory controlled by the orcs returned to "calmness".
"Is it something the aliens did themselves?"
After waiting for several minutes without any new flash, the retired Astra Militarum felt that he was overthinking it, so he called out to several other people whose attention was also attracted by the flash and continued to work - of course, they didn't notice it.
In the dark sky, a meteor shower was falling towards the agricultural product processing plant.
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“Hoo—Hoo—”
On a dismantled metal road somewhere in the processing station, an Ork with his mouth slightly open was looking up in the bright light, staring with his big eyes, clenching his fists under his chin, and occasionally making snoring sounds from his throat that represented "envy" and "jealousy". The reason for this was because...
An orc boy who was originally at the same level as him, because he had accumulated enough teeth, exchanged it with the technician boy for a super cool big Bam-Bam that he wanted very, very much. Now, the orc boy is holding this thing and showing it off to him!
".....Man, it's really big and handsome, I want to touch it."
After admiring this great Bang Bang for several minutes, the orc boy, whose breathing became increasingly rapid, finally couldn't bear the inner torment and took a step forward, while slightly raising his hand to touch this good-looking orc thing. Naturally, his request was rejected by the orc boy holding the big Bang Bang.
"This is mine, you are not allowed to touch it."
"Please, let me touch it, just once!"
Hearing that his request was decisively rejected, the orc who wanted to touch Big Boom suddenly became anxious - for a moment, he even thought about whether he could kill his companion and snatch Big Boom away, but after comparing the difference in combat power between the two, he decisively chose another method that might allow him to touch Big Boom.
"Then after you touch the big bang bang, you have to listen to my orders. You have to do whatever I tell you to do."
Seeing that his fellow tribesman had taken the bait, the orc holding the big Bang Bang had a 'savage' smile on his face. While he was saying that the problem was a bit serious, he tightly held the big Bang Bang and slowly handed it to his companion. The orc, who knew that he had a chance to touch the big Bang Bang, nodded hurriedly, sipped his saliva, took a deep breath, and then raised his hand with extreme ritual, and approached the weapon he had been thinking about day and night little by little.
but......
"boom!!!"
Just as the Ork, who was almost dazzled by the loud bang, stretched out his hand, a loud noise accompanied by vibration suddenly interrupted their actions, making them turn their attention to the direction where the sound came from - they clearly saw that in the diffuse smoke and dust, there was a piece of oversized thing that had not been there before, breathing in and out, and the building materials that were smashed through its head also made it clear that this thing was not that simple.
"What kind of rice is this?"
The two Orks who had never seen this thing before looked at each other in bewilderment as they saw the thing that had made a deep hole in the metal ground. However, the next second, the Tyranids swarmed out of the thing and began to attack them, interrupting their thoughts and activating their instincts as Orcs.
"WAAAAAAGH!!!!"
51. Battle of Marco - Taunting Tactics
Full of confidence.
His expression was solemn.
Expression dull.
This is how Abathur's expression changed within an hour after he dropped his vanguard troops. Taking into account the special nature of the Tyranids, Liang Feifan and Jing Jing decisively arranged for Abathur's troops to serve as the vanguard of the assault, asking him to find a more reliable landing site for the subsequent alien army. Abathur, who had been going too smoothly recently, also "very arrogant" to take on this task, and patted his chest to assure Jing Jing and Liang Feifan that he would definitely
It can create a safe landing site for the subsequent ribs and bean sprouts. What is the result?
An hour had passed, and there was still no sign of the safe landing site he had hoped to open up. On the contrary, almost one third of the Tyranids he had thrown down had been submerged by the greenskins! !
"This... is the Marco world that the Wolfpack Astartes considered to be a low priority? I think the number of greenskins is similar to that of Armageddon, right?"
Looking at the tragic appearance of the Terra Zerg being submerged by the green tide on the screen, Liang Feifan felt the corners of his mouth twitching.
"It shouldn't be that serious, but if the three of us forcefully confront them, we may all end up in trouble."
After silently evaluating the number and quality of these greenskins in his mind, he concluded that if he rushed in rashly, the condition of his ribs would not be much better now. There was a hint of uncertainty in his silent tone.
"So, what should we do now? Force our troops to surrender? It looks like Abathur might not be able to hold on."
Liang Feifan, who had already heard the emotion of "frustration" in Abathur's voice, shrugged his shoulders and glanced at Abathur's plate out of the corner of his eye - well, while they were discussing, there were a small pile of chess pieces on Abathur's plate.
"It's useless for us to surrender by force. Besides, Abathur's side seems to be able to hold on now that their numbers have decreased but their quality has increased. Abathur! How are you doing? Are your troops all right?"
"I feel terrible! Everywhere I can see through the bugs is full of greenskins! So densely packed! It's like all the greenskins in the entire factory are coming here!"
"If all the greenskins in the entire factory run away from you, then that's a good thing. There won't be any greenskins in other parts of the factory... Wait? How about, Abathur, since it looks like your vanguard troops can't hold their ground anyway, why don't you just sacrifice your vanguard troops and shout a few times to attract most of the greenskins in the factory to your side?"
"What's the point?"
"It's very meaningful! Don't forget that there should still be Imperials fighting on this agricultural world! After a lot of greenskins are ridiculed, I will let the reconnaissance units in my ribs search for them one by one according to their historical transmission points! What do you think, is it a good idea?"
"Wait, you mean we take our alien pawns and directly contact the Imperials without any other medium? What about the identity issue?"
"You are bean sprouts and I am spare ribs - do we have to explain to the Imperials why we are here? Isn't it okay to just lure them to a safe zone after getting the intelligence?"
"That's a good idea indeed. Quick! Abathur, get your Tyranids roaring! Taunt! Hard!"
Liang Feifan's mind turned, and he instantly realized that Jing Jing's suggestion was indeed a very good solution. Seeing that the two "allies" reached a consensus in an instant, Abathur, who knew that he had to step into this pit, suddenly became as bad as if he saw a big unclean being dancing on horseback in front of him.
"...How do you think my Tyran should roar?"
"That's easy! Use your psychic energy to shout! Oh, and remember to use a loudspeaker!"
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"Drip-drip-drip-"
“Sizzle——”
"..."
Underground in a certain area of the Marco giant food processing plant, in an area that normally never sees sunlight, a PDF who looked less than 30 years old and had completed the task of sending letters for help every half a month to a month sighed slightly, took off the headphones hanging on his ears, and then packed up all the equipment with precise and efficient movements and put them in a box. When he pushed open the door of the dark room, his superior was already waiting at the door.
"how?"
"Same, no response."
"Well, give me the stuff."
Although he had already guessed the answer in his heart, after hearing the same old answer from his subordinate, this PDF sergeant, who had fought a guerrilla war with the orcs for several months with some remnants of a defeated army and made use of the intricate structure of a giant food processing plant, still shook his head lightly and helplessly, took the precious equipment box from PDF and carried it on his back.
"Then, we will start the transfer tomorrow. You go inform the second and third teams about this, and then go to the warehouse to help the logistics personnel select what we can take away. Those that cannot be taken away will be destroyed on the spot without leaving any traces. At the same time, arrange for the wounded to follow the first team tonight according to the severity of their injuries. The aliens have already followed the scent of our movements and come near us. We must leave early before they find out we are here."
"Yes, sir."
After quickly arranging the next task, the two PDFs were about to seal the dark room and leave when a strange sound, like low Gothic yet not, vibrated the metal and reached their ears, causing the two PDFs to stop.
"Is this noise? No! Is it something talking?"
After listening attentively for a few seconds, the two PDFs who had roughly extracted some fragments of the voices became stunned, and then looked at each other.
.
"Not green enough? Purple?"
"It looks softer than shrimp?"
"Small? Weak? No teeth?"
"You're only fit to follow a fart and pick up trash?"
However, before the two PDFs could discuss what the insults were directed at, a strong vibration almost made them lose their balance. After the two PDFs regained their balance, the PDF captain found that the red light on the emergency communicator on his waist had turned on.
"Captain here - what? The orcs are retreating near us?"
52. Battle of Marco - Green Hive Tyrant
Bonegrinder Delika is the Warboss.
As the cruelest, most cunning and largest greenskin in the world of Marco, after sweeping nearly 90% of the land of this agricultural world with his boys, he fell into a brief boredom while waiting for his great master to bring him good news that could send him to heaven - this kind of boredom is very fatal to the orcs - in fact, if the remaining loyal PDFs on the planet had not given Delica's tribe a little empire shock from time to time, the orcs in this world would have most likely started fighting among themselves...
However, Delica now found that he had something to do, and it was a very Waaaaagh! thing to do - a lot of guys with good teeth, great fighting skills, who fell from the sky and squatted in his territory, openly mocking the world, including himself, for being not green enough, not big enough, having no teeth, not as strong as shrimps, and even picking up garbage better than fart spirits?
If you don't tear these guys into pieces without leaving a single one and take away all their teeth, you won't be able to be the boss anymore!
Therefore, after Delica's speech before the beasts, the guys with a little bit of brains roughly knew to what extent those "strong-looking, good-toothed" creatures had "criticized" them, the "big, green, cunning, and good at collecting things" Orks. And this chain reaction naturally ignited the anger of large groups of Orcs.
Amid Delica's battle cry of "We're going to use big bangs, big explosions, and big booms to tell those creepers that we're big, green, strong, cruel, and cunning!", almost all the Orks in the factory area put down their other tasks and rushed to Abathur's Tyranid position - they wanted to use the enemy's flesh and teeth to prove that they were big and green!
Soon, Abathur's Tyranid position was surrounded by a super spectacular wave of orcs, which was at least ten times more numerous than before.
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"Spectacular."
"This is the real Green Sea...it's much scarier than I imagined."
"The scenes on Armageddon must be much more outrageous than here. I don't know how old man Yarick insisted..."
"Abathur, can you hold on for another six hours? I have captured some valuable areas and am tracking and marking them and deploying units. Can't? Four hours! No less!"
"You guys make it sound so easy! If I can micromanage, I can at least hold off these greenskins for 2-3 days. The question is, can I micromanage?"
Since the various logistical work on the world of Baraton still needed to be prepared for a while, and some things on Sosekhi also needed the help of the Hammer pawns of the Empire, the Hammer pawns who played the Empire pawns and had nothing urgent to do for the time being all jumped around the "Alien Trio" and began to watch their Marco Raiders. Naturally, the most people gathered around Abathur, who was constantly being defeated...
"You don't have enough shooting units right now. Why don't you narrow the defense circle and concentrate your firepower?"
After carefully observing the battle situation for a while, the God of War gave Abathur a suggestion in a very uncertain tone.
"If we concentrate any more, we might be cleared out by the greenskins with even bigger bangs - look at what they have pulled out now?"
"Rush out and have a wild fight?"
As soon as a certain egg opened his mouth, he was unanimously rejected by the other hammer men.
“Isn’t this a gift?”
"If nothing works, I can only use some unconventional methods - well, I suddenly have a very cool idea, but I don't know if it will work."
"Tell me, what's your idea? At least it can be fun!"
Hearing what Gu said, the Hammers instantly shifted some of their attention. Seeing that everyone was looking forward to him, Gu immediately cleared his throat and slowly spoke out his suggestions.
"How about, Abathur, you send down a dark green Hive Tyrant with a bunch of green Tyranids? It should be very green, so green that it feels like you can squeeze water out of it."
"Forehead......?"
Because this suggestion was so "fresh and unconventional", the Hammer guys present were slightly stuck in their brains. About half a second later, Liang Feifan was the first to react to what Gu meant.
"Gu... You're not going to let Tyron pretend to be Ork, are you? I'd say that's not very reliable."
"What's unreliable? The Hive Tyrant is definitely big, strong, and bad, and as long as it's green, it fits the aesthetic of the Orks choosing a boss! If old man Yarrick can be considered a Warboss, why can't the Tyranid Tyrant, who is more suitable? Let's take a step back.
Anyway, Abathur's rhetoric to mock the Orcs is that they are not green enough and not strong enough, so he goes down to find something that proves that he is stronger and greener. If he is lucky, he can fish out the Warboss - even if he can't defeat it, he can still get some information about the Warboss, right?"
"This?"
"It does make sense."
Gu's words made the Hammers nod their heads one after another, and Abathur, who felt that this operation had some truth, had already started contacting Big E.
"Big E! I need to get a temporary paint job on some of my Tyranids. How many points do I need?"
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