Chapter 370 05.0369: "Green-skinned Meat-wrapped Iron in the Air"

"Go, little ones! Smash these shrimps and take their big toys! Waaaaagh!!!"

As the greenskin frenzy rushed past an old tree with three craters, dozens of shells whizzed into the same area.

A large number of greenskins were killed on the spot by the impact of the explosion and flying shrapnel. The flesh and skin mixed with dark green and bright red flew into the air and then fell to the ground with a clatter.

Taking advantage of the cover of the smoke and sound caused by the artillery fire, the riflemen hiding behind bushes and wooden fences a hundred meters away and blending into the environment began to block and kill the green tide with the energy-storage laser guns in their hands and the team's heavy special weapons.

"There! There's a green shrimp! Tin can of fart, shoot him for me!" But a big guy still discovered this with his amazing beast intuition. He looked around for a while with his cunning little eyes, then pointed directly at the bushes and shouted.

The Killing Can, which was staggering forward, stopped and turned the simple observation port on its hideous orc face made of steel plates to the direction of the cold gunshot.

The fart spirit sealed in the can used the optical sight inside the can to see where the big guy was pointing.

The manufacturing process of these sights was surprisingly crude by the standards of the Imperial military, but the sighting effect was surprisingly good. In the camera, there were indeed a few green shrimps firing heavy bombs and lumberjacks.

"Oh, damn it, retreat!" Captain Sharp, who was aiming a high-powered stored-energy rifle, saw the killing can's action, which obviously realized something was wrong. He quickly put down his gun and shouted to the special forces shooter next to him.

The two men picked up their heavy logging rifles and immediately bent down to retreat. The next second, a dense barrage of bullets flew over.

The trajectory was poor, not accurate or stable. The barrel of the iron can gun held by the killing can seemed to be made of scrap steel pipes from the garbage ship. As if enjoying a brief moment of glory that he had never had before, the firepower poured out by the fart spirit driver was particularly fierce.

But with such ferocious firepower, accuracy is not important.

The heavy bomb operating team was a beat slow in retreating, and was smashed into pieces by the torrential rain of bullets.

The captain and the heavy lumberjack gunner got on their motorcycles and sped away. The greenskins behind them rushed over excitedly, seized the blood-stained heavy bombs, and then shouted and fired at the shrimps with these weapons.

The blocking zone, as the name suggests, is only used to block the enemy's offensive, but when such an unstoppable tide of greenskins rushes over, the blocking effect is unsatisfactory.

They were almost always moving at full speed, and the five-kilometer blocking area was only enough for the artillery to fire a dozen salvos.

"Hey, guys, let's go first!"

Sitting in the completely exposed cockpit, a green-skinned pilot wearing goggles on his head was riding a helicopter and flying over the orc army.

Horatio also saw these aerial targets. It was really difficult for Horatio, who controlled the imperial air force, to recognize the "helicopters" under their crotches as helicopters.

It looks like a flying motorcycle with propellers.

Of course, in fact it is indeed the case. The main body is made of a green flying motorcycle with three sharp pieces of broken iron as rotors.

Horatio didn't want to discuss its aerodynamics with the greenskins, leaving it to the sages of the Mechanicus to worry about. All he wanted to do now was to shoot them down.

Some of the Deathcopters were carrying modified Mega guns, some were carrying flamethrowers, and others, perhaps because they had some good relationship with the Big Tech, were actually equipped with captured Astra Militarum standard rockets and melta bombs - possibly contributed by the Chaos rebels, or perhaps by an Astra Militarum unit that they had defeated on a certain planet.

These green-skinned pilots had no idea of ​​air-ground coordination. Relying on their faster and higher-speed maneuverability, they bore the brunt of the attack, only thinking about being the first to enter the battlefield and kill the shrimps.

Horatio used the war sand table to mark these crudely made but very dangerous machines.

"Waaaaaagh!"

Those helicopters with rocket pods on their bodies estimated that the range was about the same and began to pour fire on the Astra Militarum positions.

As soon as they saw the enemy planes with red outlines appear, the troops that lacked long-range air defense capabilities and were unable to attack them immediately squatted in the preset bunkers or trenches.

High-explosive rockets painted bright red flew across the battlefield, destroying boxes of supplies and sandbag bunkers, as well as a cooking cart filled with hot meals.

However, it did not cause much casualties, and only a few unlucky people were hit by flying shrapnel. Relying on the divination radar index, the Hydra self-propelled anti-aircraft vehicles behind the position also locked onto these flying units, and the operators immediately opened fire.

Puff puff!
The extremely high rate of fire makes the sound of the Hydra anti-aircraft gun firing not have the interval rhythm of normal weapons, but a terrible fanning whistling sound.

The adamantium rain poured out at a rate of 1500 rounds per second.

"Waaaagh...ah!"

After all, it was modified from the green-skinned orcs' motorcycles, and the helicopters were essentially made of flesh and blood. Under the dense rain of bullets, several helicopters exploded into pieces of parts in the air.

Apart from the casual and irregular flight paths of the green-skinned pilots, they have no solid protection and don't care about protection.

Killing is the only desire of these savage beasts.

Hydra's firepower was very effective, but the number of Death Helicopters was still large. After launching a wave of rockets, they rushed directly to the Astra Militarum positions.

The four barrels of the Hydra self-propelled artillery were red from firing and needed to be cooled, and the emptied ammunition belts needed to be refilled.

"1000 meters, fire!"

The officer in the forward observation command post issued an attack order to the soldiers.

The heavy weapons team, braving the stray bullets from the twin-linked muskets, used autocannons, heavy bolters, and heavy lumbering rifles to fire at the incoming aerial enemies.

Explosions occurred one after another in the sky, and the greenskin pilots and their dead helicopters were blown into pieces.

But there are too many of these crude and easy-to-build helicopters.

They were approaching at high speed, screaming, and the anti-aircraft vehicles couldn't fire at them in time. Soon, the infantry special forces shooters on the defense line also opened fire.

The soldiers in the trenches picked up missile launchers, aimed at the green-skinned death helicopters, and fired laser-guided missiles.

But these things fly very nimbly and the launching effect is not great.

Soon, they flew above the defense line, and the Astra Militarum soldiers had no choice but to raise their laser guns and fire into the sky.

"Waaaaaaagh!!!!"

These death helicopters used their high mobility to fire at the soldiers in the trenches from high up.

Among them, the death helicopters equipped with flamethrowers sprinkled hot promethium from the sky into the trenches.

Many Astra Militarum soldiers, covered in flames and howling in agony, fled from the first line of defense, only to collapse to the ground before they had run far, or be smashed from behind by the excited greenskin pilots with their big guns.

Just when the first line of defense seemed to be crumbling and the situation was critical, laser beams fell from the sky.

The Astra Militarum soldiers, whose morale was crumbling after being attacked by the greenskins' unethical aerial raid, looked up at the sky, where they heard the roar of engines that they had become all too familiar with in the past few days.

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