Invincible after death, but in Warhammer 40K

The time left for Zhang Ge and the others was short. Fortunately, the Servitors were also extremely efficient. They built a defensive line consisting of simple fortifications in the surrounding area in a very short time.

Of course, this was only limited to stacking a circle of sandbags.

After crossing this defensive line and arriving inside the construction site, the Chieftain looked at the Sandworm lying prostrate on the ground and said with some amazement:

"This is the first time I've seen a Sandworm of such length."

"Is it rare?"

"Yes. Although records show that ancestors saw Sandworms of more than a thousand meters when the tribe was first built, the largest I've ever seen was only four hundred and fifty meters. A normal Sandworm should be around four hundred meters."

Hearing this, Zhang Ge corrected with a serious expression:

"No, it was the largest before seeing this one."

In the simple chat between a few people, more than a hundred Walkers, large and small, had each deployed behind the defensive line.

The number of people in this tribe was about the same as Zhang Ge had estimated. They had a total of more than one thousand and seven hundred people, and except for those who really didn't have much ability to move, most people, from six-year-old children to eighty-year-old elders, were mobilized.

However, even so, there were only more than one thousand and four hundred soldiers. Compared to the number of Orks, it could only be said to be a drop in the bucket. Fortunately, their goal wasn't to defeat the enemy, but only to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

At this moment, while the troops were being deployed and attempting to further fortify the defensive line, Zhang Ge took the Priest and the Chieftain to briefly introduce them to Yolanda and the others who were in the depths of the construction site, and also held tactical discussions here.

Somewhat surprisingly, the Chieftain actually recognized Isis.

After further understanding, Zhang Ge learned that Isis had also gone to participate in the large-scale gladiatorial combat of the desert tribes after landing, and even achieved second place in her first participation.

And at the end of the discussion, Zhang Ge asked a question:

"In your tribe, how many people like you hold this kind of armor?"

The Priest replied:

"In total, there are only the two of us. However, according to records, if we don't consider losses and damages, the total number of sets in all the tribes in the desert should be more than one thousand and two hundred."

Zhang Ge nodded.

This was exactly the strategic combat unit of a Solar Auxilia.

Just as everyone had confirmed the mission with each other again and was about to disperse, unexpected reinforcements arrived.

In the sky, a Valkyrie broke through the clouds and descended from the sky, slowly landing on the open space.

It was loaded with Amilia and others, and even a full hold of Heavy Bolters and other heavy weapons.

So fast?

It wasn't that he doubted the speed of the Valkyrie, but logically speaking, Amilia and the others shouldn't be so anxious. After all, they didn't know that something had rushed over here right after they left, so there was no need to ride a Valkyrie over here.

"Amilia?"

The other party nodded and responded:

"The crash site is being besieged by Orks. I was worried that this place would also be affected, so I brought some heavy equipment over first."

"Is there danger over there?"

Zhang Ge felt like he had kicked a Gretchin on the toe. Why was it that he always just happened to miss out when he went out on a mission?

"Not really, because the Titan is there, which can easily eliminate their leaders and heavy equipment, and there is also anti-aircraft fire from each ship, so it's just a one-sided massacre."

"That's good."

Saying a sentence with a double meaning, Zhang Ge felt a little better about his originally dead heart.

"These people can be trusted. Distribute the equipment to various places... no, it's better to install it directly on the Walkers."

This sentence was addressed to both Amilia and the Chieftain and the others.

After a few people nodded, the heavy weapons loaded in the cabin were quickly loaded onto the Walkers with the help of the Servitors.

Time passed by every minute and second. It could be felt that the heat of the desert seemed to penetrate deeper into the bone marrow as time went by. Not long after the deployment was basically completed, countless rolling sand dunes that were coming with something also appeared in sight in the distance.

Not only vision, but also a burst of unintelligible roars were transmitted to the senses, and the WAAAGH! shouts that were difficult to forget once heard heralded the identity of the enemy.

"Prepare for bombardment."

The Valkyrie also brought a few Squad Mortars. Unfortunately, there was no time to train these desert residents to use them, so they could only let them fire at a fixed location according to the firing table.

Bang.

This was the sound of a mortar shell the size of a young soldier's forearm being fired after being put into the barrel.

The sand was swept away under the base with the recoil.

Due to lack of training, only the first round could be called a volley. The subsequent shooting basically entered a state of each firing on their own.

Unsurprisingly, rounds of shelling were poured into the direction of the enemy on the distant horizon. The faint sound of explosions did not suppress the Orks' war cries, but even made them a little more excited.

This also showed that their numbers far exceeded the imagination of conventional combat.

A few Squad Mortars, which didn't sound like many, could actually achieve a rate of fire of dozens of rounds per minute for each gun. If used properly, they could even suppress the charge of an entire infantry battalion on relatively flat terrain.

If it was a dense formation with only three or four meters of spacing, one shot could take out four or five people.

But, despite having been psychologically prepared for this, when the figures of the Orks truly appeared on the distant dunes, Zhang Ge still had to admit that he had far underestimated their numbers.

Shoulder-to-shoulder became an understatement at this moment.

The Greenskins with excited smiles on their faces squeezed each other, without considering the so-called combat width. Even in terms of infantry formations in the age of cold weapons, they seemed too dense.

And then, Zhang Ge found that he had to admit that this was not stupidity, but was already their maximum utilization of the combat width.

A long line made up of green dyed the distant sand color and gradually spread over. Even those Orks rubbing against each other with muscles all over their bodies rarely had a piece of cloth on them, and even fewer had weapons.

From the perspective of armaments, their status should be similar to that of cannon fodder only higher than Gretchin. If it was a one-on-one engagement at a distance, a civilian holding a Lasgun could easily kill them.

However, there were too many of them, to the point that they had already triggered a qualitative change.

This suffocating number had become their most deadly weapon.

In the chaotic war cries coming from afar, the discussion in the formation stopped as if a mountain was pressing down.

Until the roar of the first Heavy Bolter sounded.

Dozens of light chains composed of bolter thruster light sprinkled into the Green Tide. The metal torrent collided with them, tearing out countless scarlet blood flowers. Flying limbs and broken teeth were buried among the Orks, reflecting their eyes in the same crimson color.

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