Outside the water station, Robin scanned the horizon, looking intently at where the gray earth met the sky.
"I think he fell in love with that telescope."
Kaoma whispered and the rest of the team laughed.
"Shut up, Scout."
Armin immediately spoke and lectured him.
"Let him concentrate on his work."
"Here they come."
Robin suddenly spoke, but did not put down the binoculars.
"There is dust in the distance."
"Say numbers, kid."
Armin growled harshly.
"When you speak, give out all the information you have. Information is the key to life or death."
"Maybe a hundred or so, not too many, but not many."
"So what now? Don't act so surprised. This was your plan."
Robin nodded and activated the communicator in his ear.
"Bahram, Haumo, are you ready?"
"Ready."
Bahram immediately replied, and Haomo also responded later. Although the two of them didn't particularly know this friend who couldn't be called a friend, they still had great confidence in his abilities.
At this time, Armin on the side turned to look at Thor, who had been silent.
"Instructor Sol, what do you think?"
"I've been observing from the water tower."
Thor responded calmly.
"Robin was right. I counted thirty-two combat motorcycles and hundreds of greenskins in three transport vehicles."
As the company commanders and mentors of the Scouts, Armin and Thor have the highest level of control over the communicators of all new disciples, and they can hear everything said by these new Space Marines at any time.
Thor then switched to Robin's team's channel.
"Robin, what are your orders now?"
Robin was silent for a few seconds. Although his grades were very good and they had done command and control exercises before, he had never given an order in a combat situation. The biggest difference between him and Bahram was that, He once worked as a bounty hunter and killed many people.
"Keep quiet until they get close and fire at mid-range. As soon as they see us, they will rush over regardless... We need to provoke them so that they ignore their own casualties, is that right, instructor?"
Armin heard the answer as well, and he crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged.
"You're the only one giving orders this afternoon, recruit."
Thor responded on the communicator:
"Recruit, I have a suggestion for you: stop giving orders in questions, over."
Haoma was already riding on the motorcycle, crossing his arms and staring at Robin.
"Shall we do it now?"
"We move along the route, keeping a slow pace, to lure them in, and we then separate them closer to the water tower than further away."
"Why?"
"For our snipers, the denser their formation, the easier it is to kill them, and they are more likely to rush directly into the ditch."
Bahram nodded in agreement.
"It's a good plan, so what are you waiting for?"
Robin forced a smile and got on his motorcycle.
"Then let's set off."
The engine roared to life, spitting out white exhaust fumes.
Robin led the two of them into the smoke and dust ahead, feeling the pride and nervousness of being the leader.
Armin and Thor have been observing his every move from a distance.
"You also managed to stir up some dust to attract their attention and lure them over."
Robin glanced at the other side of the pumping station. Four hundred meters away, other teams began to move in the other direction and ambush near the water channel.
After receiving the order, Haomo and Bahram began to swing the motorcycle heads left and right, raising a cloud of dust.
Soon, a large cloud of dust rose behind them.
"You have attracted the enemy's attention."
Armin's voice came from the communicator.
"A lot of green is heading your way."
"Copy that, we'll march forward half a mile and then backtrack to lure them into chasing us."
Sure enough, the greenskins saw them and started chasing them, making their lines even thinner.
Robin's team continued to move forward, gradually approaching the wall made of dust and oil smoke. They vaguely saw a figure in the smoke: a huge and savage creature hunched over and riding a crudely made machine.
The three of them swallowed nervously.
"Fire!"
The bolters mounted on the bikes opened fire, raining down volleys of bolts upon the enemy lines.
The red tracer bullets were particularly conspicuous in the dusty air, and the greenskins and their vehicles exploded together. Due to being blocked and attacked for a long time, the technical level of Gage's greenskins was relatively backward.
But even so, the greenskins still fired back angrily, but the range of their weapons was far inferior to the bolters on motorcycles, and the bullets they fired flew everywhere.
The battlefield was suddenly filled with the sound of engines and flying dust.
"withdraw!"
After the two sides approached half a kilometer away, Robin issued an order.
All three of them hit the brakes at the same time, put their left foot on the ground and made a sharp turn in the direction of the pump station.
As they accelerated, they turned again and opened fire with their sidearms.
"That should be enough to piss them off."
Hauma said with a smile, his face a little red with excitement, because he saw his bullets tear through dozens of greenskins.
That feeling is unparalleled!
"Go towards the water tower and come back from behind!"
The three-person team began to move towards the starting point, with the greenskins shooting randomly in their direction.
Soon, Bahram heard a noise overhead, barely louder than the sounds of engines and weapons.
The snipers on the water tower opened fire, and Bahram risked a glance back to see greenskins falling from their machines.
The pumping station is getting closer.
"Advance single file!"
Robin ordered, and the three motorcycles immediately moved closer together and headed towards the pumping station along a narrow route.
The greenskin convoy continued to advance in a single file, and their distance decreased as the scouts slowed down and lined up.
The ground shook with the crushing machinery.
"rush!"
Robin shouted loudly, and the three of them relied on their memory to pull up the front of the car suddenly when they approached the ditch, and jumped straight across it.
After a few seconds, a warm, pleasant glow rose behind them.
All in all, Robin's plan was a success.
When the Space Marine's motorcycle jumped up, the pursuing green-skinned bosozokus suddenly felt something was wrong, but they had no habit of braking.
With a bone-shaking "Waaaaaargh!", they poured into the channel like a tide, and then fell headlong and hit the hard slope.
Accompanied by the screeching sound of the engine and the sounds of being crushed into pieces, those crudely made mechanical instant staircases are eerily reminiscent of broken toys.
Before the greenskins who fell into the ditch could get up, they fell to the bottom of the pit together with the burning parts, and their intestines were pierced by the blast - this was obviously the work of the bolter.
The ambush warriors began to shoot fiercely at the greenskins trapped at the bottom of the slope, while those greenskin vehicles that did not fall into the pit were stalled by the bursts of fire from snipers high on the water tower.
Finally, with disappointment, dissatisfaction, and a common purpose united by their bloodthirsty nature, the remaining greenskins turned and retreated from the battlefield, leaving only a pile of slightly twitching corpses.
Robin's team returned to the starting point and saw Armin smiling.
"Well done, boys."
Sol on the side glanced at the time, and then said softly:
"Everyone, gather in five minutes and retreat to a safe area."
On the third day after the reconnaissance operation, under the command of Captain Ustad of the Second Company of the Astral Knights, a company of Space Marines coordinated with a large number of auxiliary troops and pounced on the gathering greenskin tribe with lightning speed. , it only took less than half a day to destroy the largest greenskin group on the planet Gages and kill the greenskin boss.
But the training of the new recruits has just begun——
