Chapter 136: Breaking Ground

Space Wolves warriors quickly walked out of the airdrop pod. Many warriors gathered in one place, which was a natural target for artillery, so they had to disperse quickly.

Bennett and White Fang, who were charging in front, followed the Blood Claw cubs closely. With chainswords in one hand and bolt pistols in the other, they had amazing combat capabilities in medium and short distances.

Wodehouse and the Gray Hunters, who were more proficient in long-range weapons, were around the airdrop pod, cooperating with the bolt gun turrets operated by their machine souls to cover the movements of White Fang and others.

Those orc boys were stunned by such a sudden attack. They fled in panic, looking for cover in the deadly bolt gun bullets.

But the result they could get was that they were broken into two pieces by a bolt bomb that accurately judged the position before rushing to the cover. Those more fortunate orcs found a rock or iron plate, and recalled their barbaric and warlike nature in the sound of large holes in the cover.

Just as he pulled out his gun and stuck his head out to fight back, he found a black pistol muzzle in front of him.

In the ruthless bombardment, his entire head was blown to pieces.

The hundreds of orc boys gathered in the entire landing area were quickly cleared by the Space Wolves' warriors. You can't even see more bullet marks on the orc bodies that were blown apart.

Basically, they killed the enemy with one shot.

The earth-drilling vehicle where Lin Fan and his troops were also came up from the underground and quickly got off the vehicle to form a team.

In the field full of orc corpses, Kaiser White Fang nodded to Lin Fan, and then led the wolves to run towards an orc fortress with roaring cannons.

"Okay! The angels have solved the landing problem! Let's go to the slave camp!"

Lin Fan ordered everyone, and the huge earth-drilling vehicle once again dived underground, waiting for Lin Fan's next order.

The slave camp, this place is not so easy to find in the chaotic residence of the entire orcs. He has no huge flag tower, nor any iconic artillery or large buildings.

As a unique part of the orc economic system, the shrimps will be driven here and used like farts. Driving them to the mines to mine is their main job, or they will be sent to the back kitchen to whet the appetite of some orc boys.

But you can also see many human slaves wandering in the ruins of the garbage mountain. Some of them escaped from the hands of the slave owners, and some slipped away from the orcs' not careful work review.

Of course, there are also some orcs who like to have some fun and drive humans into complex and huge garbage dumps and hunt them as prey.

Lin Fan's third company has only 200 people on this mission, but each of them is equipped with the best equipment that the Star Army combat unit can provide.

Not only that, their leader, Lin Fan, was also granted high-level authority. He can report directly to General Westad through the overclocked communicator and apply for all support and supplies nearby.

"Xiaoyi, detect the human signals around you." It must be said that the clothes made by humans that Taraxin gave him did integrate a lot of functions.

In this way, he would not have to bother to look at the bad screen of the auspicious instrument, or ask Dilia's opinion for no reason. It would be fine if the battle was not so tense, but when the battle became tense, asking questions became a waste of time and life.

A pleasant and joyful female voice sounded. "I found a heat source in the garbage dump in front, with 472 heat reactions and 240 orc heat profiles."

"There are also a few ugly big iron cans."

After listening to the report of the clothes, Lin Fan silently took out a hot melt gun and prepared to destroy the orc armored forces that Xiaoyi could not name as soon as possible.

The sound of artillery in the distance gradually became sparse. Lin Fan and his men were already far away from the real main battlefield. With the help of force feedback armor, each of them maintained a high speed that was unimaginable in normal training.

Although they encountered some wandering orcs on the road, with the help of Xiaoyi's detector and Lin Fan's shooting, those orcs were killed before they even realized what was happening.

And the real battle they were in was the problem at the gate of the suspected slave camp.

"Tmd! Are these greenskins so rich?" The troops of the third company looked for cover to hide under the firepower of the orcs, and most of the bullets fired by the mixed big guns were blocked by various things.

Those bullets with larger calibers penetrated the cover and hit the armor, but the defense of the force feedback armor was worthy of recognition, and many scary holes and bullet marks were hit, but they just couldn't penetrate.

Lin Fan and his team were suppressed by a Goofy King Kong. To be honest, he originally thought that the big iron can that Xiaoyi pointed to was the kind of killing cans that the orcs put in cans, but he didn't expect that it was a Goofy King Kong guarding the gate against the Knight Titan.

If Lin Fan hadn't been quick and accurate, and had used a melta to hit the squeaking electric gun on the side of the orc's head before the orc activated the body's void shield, then they would have to face more than just a mixed Gatling gun.

Lin Fan ran forward in the ruins, and the melta gun in his hand had been smashed into pieces by the orc's counterattack. If it weren't for his physique and the problem with his clothes, Lin Fan would have evaporated long ago.

Now, he was crawling with his chainsaw sword on his back. He needed to find a high point to land directly on the head of the Go Mao Kong, and he would destroy the gatekeeper of the slave camp from the inside.

A hundred orcs rushed out of the gate of the slave camp and fired at the soldiers of the third company under the feet of the King Kong.

The more numerous fart spirits pushed the rags they made and shot in various corners and shadows.

The weapons used by the fart spirits were crude and inefficient. The bang-bang pistols that fired one bullet after another were very powerful, and a shot that could shake the armor would also produce huge recoil.

For the strong orc boys, this was not a problem at all, but for the fart spirits with small arms and legs, it would cost them their lives.

The recoil generated by the huge sound of the shooting directly vibrated the fart spirit's arm, causing his fingers to break, his arm to twitch in pain, and he covered his arm and wailed.

But there were also some things that were more threatening to the soldiers of the third company, such as the short fart spirit garbage cannon that was half the height of a man, which was simply a cannon version of a grenade launcher.

But fortunately, the more dexterous fart spirits than the orcs also inherited the makeshift form of the orcs. These garbage cannons assembled from various garbage and scraps also have a high failure rate. They often misfire after firing four or five shots. In serious cases, they may even explode directly, leaving behind a wailing fart spirit.

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