Chapter 343 Cavalry Company, attack!

Sartrefan was the first person to arrive here.

Li Hanxing simply couldn't believe it.

It's hard to believe that a ceramic giant who is nearly three meters tall in full armor can hide quietly in a place full of fart monsters, scrooges and orc boys... and he hid for so long without being discovered?

How did he do it?

However, Li Hanxing didn't have time to think about this. The strongest orc who was suspected to be the "Orc Boss" was dead, but the War Pig Cavalry of the Snake Bite Clan did not collapse. These brave and strong greenskins were about to fight to the death.

He had to admit that the Squig Pig Cavalry surpassed the Death Cavalry in all aspects:

the Squig Pigs they rode had amazing jumping ability and huge bite force. They only needed to open their bloody mouths that occupied half of their heads to swallow the entire neck of a warhorse in one bite.

Orc boys are naturally stronger than ordinary humans. Perhaps only Space Marines can barely suppress them in physique, but not all Space Marines can do so.

Their weapons are even more brutal. No matter at long range or near, it can be said that the orcs' weapons have poor reliability, durability, and accuracy... but it cannot be said that they are not powerful.

The Death Knights surrounded by the sheds were instantly in trouble.

The orcs wielded all kinds of crude but hideous weapons, and only two strikes were enough to knock the Kriegs off their horses. More Squig Pig Riders directly instigated their war pigs to charge recklessly, and fiercely rushed into the circle formed by more than 60 Death Riders, knocking the Kriegs and their horses flying.

In an instant, shrapnel flew, saw blades whirled, war pigs screamed, people and horses fell to the ground...

What the Death Troopers had done to the Technician Boy was returned intact by the Squig Pig Troopers. Sabers and laser pistols could not stop these vicious and sturdy pig-riding greenskins, and the Kriegs immediately suffered heavy casualties...

However, they let the orcs see it.

What is Kriging.

The orcs could not see the expressions beneath their gas masks. All they could see was: their chests were smashed, they groaned, and died... their spines were broken, they died without a sound... Without the painful howls and terrified shouts of other shrimps when facing the orcs, they fought in silence, and then died in silence.

Even though their arms were broken, even though their bodies were riddled with bullet holes, even though their bodies were mutilated... they still used up their last bit of strength to raise the sabers and pistols in their hands, and pointed them tremblingly at the orcs.

The orcs were a little scared by these strange shrimps.

If it weren't for the ordinary young human face beneath the gas mask, and if it weren't for the fact that these shrimps' fragile flesh and blood bodies could also be injured and bleed, the Squig Pig Rider would even have thought that he was fighting against the armed mechanical servants of the Squig Tech Cult.

"howl--"

A terrible roar was heard not far away.

An unarmored Squig monster, covered in blood, slowly fell down under the siege of a jet motorcycle tactical team.

Another Squig monster was running at full speed. In the carriage on its back, an anti-aircraft weapon array consisting of an anti-aircraft daka gun and five tuk-tuk-kol cannons was madly spraying a barrage of bullets into the sky.

The anti-aircraft clicker guns were mounted on four-barrel turrets and were firing high-explosive anti-aircraft shells at a rate of hundreds of rounds per minute. The sharp and piercing noise was accompanied by a powerful storm of fire.

The Tutuk-Tuk-Koromb cannon had a slow rate of fire, but its heavy shrapnel shells were quite powerful. The shrapnel produced by the air-burst shot out in all directions, forming black clouds around the jet motorcycle.

The orcs try to shoot down the jetbike.

The extremely agile motorcycle riders circled around the behemoth to attract anti-aircraft fire. The orc boys in the carriage had red eyes and used their muscles to desperately turn the winch - even so, the turning speed of the quad gun mount could not catch up with the flying speed of the jet motorcycle.

A long metal snake formed by rain of bullets chased the exhaust of the motorcycle all the way, and the two jet motorcycles separated to the left and right in mid-air. The Space Marine controlled the jet motorcycle to turn around and spit out a series of heavy bombs from the front of the vehicle.

With a few "pop" sounds, the anti-aircraft weapon array on the top of the carriage turned into a pile of scrap copper and iron covered in blood and flesh.

The fart elves hiding in the carriage screamed in panic, urging the Squig giants to charge towards the Krieg Death Troopers in the stronghold. On the chaotic battlefield, the giant beasts like green hills strode forward, swinging their huge heads, knocking away several Squig Pig Troopers, smashing an Ork hut with one head, flattening a pile of metal scraps with one foot, and rushing towards the circle formed by the Death Troopers.

Just then, a voice came from afar.

"Boom boom, boom boom..."

At first, the ground began to tremble. It was weak at first, but soon it became strong enough to shake the fart spirit's hut into pieces. A fierce and violent aura that made the orcs shudder swept across the land, followed by terrifying roars and high-pitched and piercing neighs of war horses. When Attila's barbarian cavalry, carried by inertia, appeared on the horizon...

It's too late to escape now!

Attila the Barbarians are the White Scars in the Imperial Guard. They are very similar to the White Scars in every aspect: feudal, steppe people, brave and good at fighting, and they like to create scars on their faces - except that Attila the Barbarians almost never take a bath.

The momentum brought by a mass charge of three thousand cavalrymen is completely different from that brought by a mass charge of sixty cavalrymen.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer.

"Swish!"

Even amid the thundering sound of galloping hooves, the sound of spears and lances being lowered simultaneously could still be clearly heard.

"Waaaagh—bang!"

Wow, I was interrupted halfway through.

The reef actively crashes into the waves.

The Squig Pig Cavalry and the Attila Barbarian Cavalry collided with each other in an instant. The 3.9-meter-long hunting spears thrust out straight forward, and the spear tips instantly pierced through the front row of orcs. The exploding blue plasma and promethium flames sprayed forward. The hunting spears were enough to pierce through the side armor of the tank, and became the last straw that broke the orcs' courage.

Attila's barbarian cavalry controlled their mounts, jumped over a stone wall, and crushed the unfortunate unfortunates under their iron hooves. The orcs who had no way to escape could only pray to Brother Gomao, asking them to protect themselves and not be dragged into the black vortex formed by the shrimp maniacs all over the mountains.

The orcs' morale finally collapsed.

Satfaran, who was fighting bravely in the squeeze and siege of a large group of Squig Pig Cavalry, obviously felt it.

After the Raven Guard warrior killed the orc with one blow, he came out of stealth mode and was exposed to the beasts. He was instantly attacked from all directions. The orcs rushed forward and wanted to drown this shrimp can, but the hardness of the can was beyond their imagination. Even after breaking countless teeth, they still couldn't bite it.

The Squig Pig Riders of the Snakebite Clan dropped their weapons, took off their armor, mobilized their war pigs, turned around, and began to flee without looking back.

The Skug monster panicked and trampled everywhere with its huge, pillar-like feet, crushing the orcs around it.

The jet motorcycle rider soaring in the sky found the right opportunity to dive down, aimed the power halberd in his hand at the gap between the hinges of the thick armor, and stabbed it down hard.

"Puff!"

The motorcycle and the beast passed each other.

The knight let go in time, and the power halberd remained deep in the beast's neck, and the beast... stayed where it was.

"Bang!"

The tilted green monster splashed up a large amount of dust.

By the way, he also overwhelmed a bunch of fart monsters and snot monsters.

......

Hive city, upper nest area.

Satfaran dragged three orc captives into the passage. The orc boy, who was tied up tightly and had a muzzle in his mouth, was thrown in front of Kalamanda.

"Take it."

The Raven Guard warrior said calmly.

Captain Nightbat nodded with satisfaction.

Then he dragged the three orcs into the dark and deep passage. The orcs' mouths were blocked and they could not speak. They could only sit on the floor with terrified eyes and let the Space Marines drag them, not knowing what would be waiting for them.

…

Fu Qinghai looked at the sand table in front of him and fell into deep thought.

"Sir, I was the one who advanced too far with my light troops."

Li Hanxing admitted his mistake very straightforwardly.

Fu Qinghai ignored him and continued to stare at the virtual sand table projection in front of him, rubbing his chin without saying a word.

Li Hanxing dared to challenge a temporary orc stronghold with only a cavalry company. It was indeed a bit imprudent.

The orcs of the Snakebite Clan are not like the unabashed street-blasting brats of the Evil Sun Clan. They are very good at lurking, second only to the special warfare guys of the Blood Axe Clan.

After receiving the signal from Li Hanxing, Fu Qinghai immediately ordered Tariha to go to support - At that time, the Attila Barbarian Cavalry was the closest to there. Otherwise, relying solely on the jet motorcycle tactical team led by Satfaran, beheading, capturing prisoners, evacuating, a series of actions would be no problem, but Li Hanxing's Death Cavalry Company would probably have to die there.

Tazhiha had made a great contribution and felt somewhat proud, but he did not show it and just stood aside without saying anything.

Qiao Shida also ignored Li Hanxing, the young guard officer, and looked at Fu Qinghai and asked,

"Khan, what are we waiting for?"

The two cavalry units collected enough intelligence.

The situation on the battlefield is now very clear.

Fu Qinghai said slowly:

"I still don't know... why so many forces gathered on this planet together."

"The orcs launched a Waaagh, simply wanting to fight and expand their power."

"Chaos warbands are out to grab slaves and resources, and sacrifice them to their shitty gods."

"Kroots, who knows what these weird space mercenaries are thinking? Maybe they are here for the war business? Maybe they want to colonize this planet? Who cares? If they dare to land the war ball on the ground, we will kill them all."

Qiao Shida said loudly.

What he said was quite right.

The Orks and the Khorne Warband are two forces that do not need a reason to fight. They fight when they want to and they love to fight. War is their spiritual need rather than a material need.

But this is too much of a coincidence.

Why did you come now instead of earlier or later?

Occam's razor principle tells us:

Don't think about things you can't figure out.

"Wait for the results of Kalamanda's interrogation to come out..."

Fu Qinghai stood up and said:

"Let's take the next step."

......

An unknown galaxy in the Storm Star Region.

A wild planet.

In the verdant basin between the vast mountains, there are stone towers, obelisks and stone circles in the dense jungle. Many elves gathered here waiting. They were dressed in simple and ancient clothes, and rode a giant creature that looked like a dinosaur.

"call out--"

The jetbike slowly descended. This fiery red streamlined anti-gravity vehicle, its design and structure fully reflected the elegance of the Eldar. Shalamander Uslan stepped down from the jetbike. Her slender and tall figure was wrapped in bone-white soulbone armor. She took off her mask, revealing a delicate and ethereal face.

She looked around at her fellow Savage Eldars who were gathered around the stone altar. These distant relatives who had chosen self-exile tens of thousands of years ago were dressed very differently from her.

"I am Shalamand Uslan."

The Eldar girl said in a deep voice:

"I am the howling banshee of Phoenix Lord Asurman. I come from the Uswe Craft World. I am here on the orders of the Chief Prophet of the Craft World, Edrad Uslan, to deliver a very important message to you, my compatriots!"

"We know who you are, Daughter of Eldrad."

A middle-aged Eldar said,

"We also know why you are here."

There was an unconcealable wariness and a hint of hostility in the eyes of the Eldar people as they looked at Shalamander. These Eldar people, who had chosen to part ways with the Fallen Eldar Empire ten thousand years ago, did not have much good feelings towards their fellow exiled compatriots from the Ark World.

Salamander nodded and said,

"Very good. Everyone, my father has predicted that in the near future, a tomb world of the Necromancer dynasty will awaken in this galaxy, so I implore everyone to evacuate this planet as soon as possible. The Usvi Ark World is willing to accept you, please leave with me."

"No, we will not leave our homes!"

A young Eldar man shouted.

"Yes, this planet is the virgin world of the ancient Eldar, and we will never allow it to be tainted by the abominable Ribs!"

Another person echoed.

"Let the Necrons come and show them how powerful we are. Dinosaurs and Shuriken are enough to defend our homeland!"

Some even suggested wrestling with the Necrons.

The Eldar and the Necrons are old rivals. The Old Ones created the Eldar and the Orks in order to fight the War in Heaven with the Necrons. They know each other very well - if there are any historical records of this wild Eldar race.

"No."

Salamander shook his head and said:

"My father predicted that the Necron Overlord Trazyn the Infinite will come here. You are no match for him. Follow me and leave. The Eldar have suffered enough. We don't want to see the bloodshed and sacrifice of our compatriots anymore."

The people of the Savage Spirit Clan began to talk among themselves.

They had never heard of "Tarasim the Infinite", but they had some idea of ​​the level of a Necron Overlord, so they began to have different opinions.

This is equivalent to facing two undead dynasties directly.

An Eldar man dressed as a leader motioned for Shalamander to come over to the side. The two walked into a coral stone sanctuary. The middle-aged Eldar man whispered,

"Daughter of the Prophet, you don't know that we cannot evacuate here because we have to protect an important place."

"Where?"

Shalamander asked.

"There is a webway entrance on this planet, leading to another planet in the Obscure Star Region. An ancient sacred object of ours is buried there. We must retrieve that sacred object before we can leave this planet. Otherwise, we will never leave."

The leader of the Savage Eldar said seriously.

Salamander couldn't help but frown:

"What holy object?"

"I am sorry that I cannot tell you, daughter of the prophet."

"Okay, what planet is that across the Webway?"

"We went to scout there. The planet has been occupied by low-level monkeys and turned into what they call a hive world. They call it... Planet Kelnak III."

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