"Knock all those things out!"
In fact, Armin did not come empty-handed when he came to support this time. Randall gave them a trump card,
After giving the order, Armin turned back to the battle, slashed at a greenskin, and threw the headless body back to the city.
The Thunderhawk entered the battle with a roar, and its autocannons, heavy bolters, and rockets formed a web of fire that tore through the panicked greenskin troops, but its truly terrifying weapon was not this.
Under its wings, sixteen missiles were ready to go.
With a scream, the rockets detached from the wings and flew straight towards the greenskins.
When the first missile landed, the high-temperature plasma gas caused the missile body to rupture, and then a large amount of yellow-green gas roared out. The moment it touched the air, it ignited the most deadly death fire in the galaxy.
Phosphate missiles, this is Randall's final resort for Armin.
In just the blink of an eye, the destructive phosphorus fire washed over the land outside the protective wall like a tsunami. The impassable wall of fire kept catching groups of greenskins, turning them into fly ash within seconds.
The temperature of the flame was so high and the gas was so deadly that mortals could not stay on top of the city and had to put on gas masks and leave the wall.
No more greenskins climbed up the ladders, and the ladders that went up the walls were quickly pushed off the walls or hacked to pieces.
Armin watched the remaining Ork barbarians being driven away from the battlefield, but there was no joy in his heart. He knew that his trump cards had been exhausted, and there was no doubt that the greenskin side already knew the location of the assault on the city entrance. Next time Raiding them will only make them more deadly.
"We held it!"
Armin shouted, loud enough to make sure everyone could hear him as he raised the bloody sword.
Many soldiers began to cheer, but most could only beat their hearts with their fists or perform the Eagle Salute.
"Hades will never die!"
Yarrick responded from a distance, watching as his warriors raised their guns in victory, but the number of soldiers still able to do so was even rarer than when they first fought off the greenskins on the city walls.
Armin knows this better,
"May the Emperor save us."
He had never seen such a surging enemy, such a huge number.
We will lose.
This is what he was thinking at the moment.
Unless the Chapter Master can come back.
The image of the Chapter Master in his mind restored his strength.
"We will hold here until the Chapter Master returns."
He said breathlessly, the firmness in his voice coming from what he truly believed.
"Boss, our cannons can't fire."
The Great Technologist Kimede said aggrievedly in front of the Bone Crusher.
It took a moment for the Bonecrushers to realize that Big Tech had said something was broken—their artillery units at the rear, those precious cannons, were unresponsive even though the human walls were almost completely exposed to them.
In fact, the real plan of the Bone Crusher is not those boys.
Boy, you can get whatever you want. Even the terrifying flames of humans did not surprise him. He was even very satisfied, because he knew that the more powerful things were, the rarer they were. If humans used those weapons in advance, then later on They just sit there and wait to die.
But the artillery's misfire surprised him.
This time he personally presided over the siege of Hades. On the one hand, it was because they teleported directly to the hive. On the other hand, although he missed the most valuable target during his last adventure, Beast Chimede still I got a lot of good things, such as the precise teleportation technology mastered by ancient Ullanoak.
Bonecrusher knows that the war situation is now at stake, so he urgently needs the Great Technologist to come up with some good things that can turn the situation around, and making those good things requires very huge resources, so he must occupy this hive.
"Damn it, I'm going to find out what's wrong."
Bonebreaker pushed the bodyguard beside him and ordered:
"We will continue to fight when the fire is out. We are not allowed to stop. Do you understand?"
Before they left the artillery position, Bonecrusher heard the noise.
"You damn thief, you stole the Andi cannonball!! Come back! One hundred... no, three hundred!"
"Let's play Scrooge! There are one hundred there, so I borrowed fifty from you. Do you know how to count? You owed me one hundred last time!"
"A thief is a thief! You got me drunk and you didn't borrow money! You stabbed me in the eye with an iron rod!"
"That's what you asked for! I asked you to agree to give it."
"What the hell, you're wearing the same pants as those blue-faced ghosts!"
"I've had enough of this crap, you better start showing me some respect."
"What else?"
"so!"
When the Bonebreaker walked in, he saw two mechanics fighting. One of them hit the other on the jaw, cracking the fangs.
Then the other one was not to be outdone, and hit the other person's head with a wrench, and blood immediately splattered.
They fought more and more fiercely, each beating the other with all their strength. The Grot obediently made way for the two quarreling greenskins.
With a punch, the man holding the wrench was sent flying, landing at the feet of a figure whose head and shoulders were higher than the confronting mechanic.
"Go away, you idiot."
The knocked-away mechanic roared, still holding onto his bloody wrench with one hand.
When he stood up, he realized who the figure was and his jaw slackened.
"Who did you call, idiot?"
The sound was like a landslide, sliding out of the war leader's trunk-like chest.
"Are you two destined to be less than mechanics?"
Bonecrusher continued, closing in on the two cowering Orks.
"Why do you guys sound like bastards?"
The stronger one in the fight was the first to react, which saved his life.
"We've run out of artillery shells here, and that guy keeps it to himself!"
he said hurriedly, moving away from the other person.
"This this..."
The mechanic holding the wrench stammered, his little mind struggling to think of how to lie.
When he tried to reply, there was no chance.
The giant mechanical claw on the right arm of the Bone Crusher first slowly moved upwards, and then fell unstoppably, cutting the mechanic in half with a terrifying crunching sound.
The wreckage fell to the ground, blood splattering on the still living bodies.
The creature tried to move, but like a parent reaching out for an errant child, Bonecrusher grabbed the man's shoulder board with his bloody claws, lifted him up and kicked him away.
"waste."
The warlord said in a low voice:
"Why are there no shells?"
"this--"
The mechanic who was kicked half to death stammered.
"Boss, the guy carrying the artillery shells behind has not been here for a long time. There is nothing we can do. It's okay to make some bullets here, but it's too slow to make artillery shells."
"Then check it out for me quickly! Why!"
"Yes Yes Yes!"
The mechanic got up and Ma Liu left.
But Bonebreaker felt a little uneasy for some reason.
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