I'm a green-skinned tech master

Nodding slightly, Kester was still very satisfied with Pecks' answer, although Pex did not complete the combat objective, but his attitude was good.

Is Greenskin so easy to extinguish? Just rely on the planetary guardians that Pex has trained in the past few months? Even if it is himself, with the powerful Astral Legion, without absolute numerical superiority and fire support, he is not sure of victory.

"So what happened on Euronia III?"

Kester didn't move his gaze, but Cornwall in the hologram nervously wiped sweat on his forehead.

"The situation over here... Although the Greenskins have not been eliminated, they are still under control, they are still under control..." said Cornwall weakly.

Kester frowned when he heard this tone, and the officials of the general empire spoke in this tone, indicating that the matter was no longer covered.

"I need the truth, so, Governor of Cornwall, what you mean by being under control, do you really mean limiting the range of movement of the Greenskins and not allowing them to spread on Euronia III?"

This time Kester's gaze moved away from Pex to look at Cornwall's hologram.

"Governor, in the future, the three of us, plus Commander Astarte, will be the highest command organization in the Euronia system, and we should trust and unite with each other.

You don't need to hide anything from me, and now let's be honest, we can contain the situation from deteriorating further. I can also defend you in my report to the Ministry of Military Affairs.

In order to make Cornwall confess, Kester's tone softened a lot. That's his experience. If the officials of the empire are too pressed, they may jump off the wall, and there are not a few who betray the empire and surrender to chaos.

Cornwall's face changed several times, and his mind was full of thoughts. Finally, he sighed and reported the real situation on the Euronia III.

It turned out that just before Kester's communication was connected, Cornwall cursed Chuck and began to step up the defense line on the equator.

The Southern Hemisphere is over, and under Chuck's 'excellent' command, the Southern Hemisphere's 500 million people and 600,000 planetary guardians are finished.

The tactics of using armored divisions as the spearhead were bogged down just over halfway through the breakthrough plan, and endless greenskins came from all directions, surrounding the planetary guards from beginning to end.

All this was foreshadowed, but Chuck didn't care at the time.

He thought that he could crush everything with his own torrent of steel, and his military cognition was not a big problem, but his understanding of the race of greenskins was not deep, and the traditional army was afraid of being copied back, but the greenskins didn't care.

Yes, he defeated many Greenskins, but defeat does not mean defeat, on the contrary, what he does is more like a signal to all Greenskins.

Here's the hard idea! There are good opponents! Another good fight to fight! So a large number of greenskins who were preparing to attack Pioneer City turned south, ready to find greater fun.

Don't try to understand the way of thinking of the greenskins, they waaagh on the head, they themselves do not understand, just fight, just be happy.

This is not only that Chuck did not expect, nor did the iron claw, the right wing troops he sent were just bait, bait to attract the attention of shrimps, and he would not be distressed if he lost it all.

Judging from the current situation, it seems that this group of decoys is going to eat the main force of shrimps.

The defenders of Pioneer City were relieved, they found that there were fewer and fewer greenskin troops in front of them, not because they held the city and eliminated the attacking greenskins.

Instead, the Greenskins left Trailblazer City for fun. At this time, the population of Pioneer City was less than one-tenth, and there were only less than 100,000 combat-ready troops left.

While the defenders of Pioneer City watched the Greenskins go away, the southern surrounded planetary guards were watching groups of orcs storming their defenses.

The Riemann Ruth tank, originally used as an assault spearhead, was driven into the trenches and used as a fixed turret. The Chimera personnel carrier was equipped with engineering shovels in front of it, digging trench after trench to reinforce the defense.

Inside the trenches squatted a row of soldiers of the Planetary Guardians, many with bandages on their heads, bright red blood seeping out.

These soldiers were holding laser guns, their eyes were numb to the front, and they didn't seem to blink.

The Greenskins' continuous attacks continued for three days, and the nerves of everyone in the guards were in a tense state. In front of the position, there were corpses of greenskins, from orcs to snotty spirits, whose blood had penetrated deep into the ground of this land.

A sharp whistle sounded, and the soldier, who was still a little drowsy just now, instantly felt a lot more energetic. A sergeant with a sword spat out a whistle hanging around his neck, drew his own sword, and shouted, "Everyone get ready!" The greenskins are up again! "

The familiar sound of waaagh came from afar, a green wave from far and near, and the greenskins stepped on the blood of their kind, braving human cannon fire and barrage, and re-stepped into this flesh mill.

Without an officer's order, the green wave had just entered the range of the Planetary Guardians' fire and was hit in all directions.

Just....

The artillery blew the Greenskins to pieces and couldn't stop them; The laser shoots it into a sieve and can't stop them; Mines, trenches, barbed wire will not work.

There are always some lucky, or extraordinarily powerful greenskins who rush into the trenches and kill all the human soldiers around them in a minute.

The flesh and blood of ordinary soldiers are weak in the face of the strange power of greenskin, and so is the solid armor.

A Riemann Ruth tank was crawling with greenskins, there were orcs, there were fart goblins. The three orcs worked hard together to pull open the hatch lid on the top of the tank, and the fart elf very cleverly pulled open the grenade he had picked up on the shrimp and threw it in.

With a muffled bang, the Riemann Ruth tank lost its motion.

Several Banshees swooped down, heavy incendiary bombs in front of the defense line, and the defense line ignited one wall of fire after another, and the lives that were instantly burned by the high temperature did not have time to scream, and turned into ashes.

These high-temperature flames temporarily resisted the attack of the greenskins, but the attacks of the greenskins were not only in this direction, but more directions were being broken through.

Because the battlefield was too waaagh, a layer of green clouds seemed to form in the sky. The rainforest close to the battlefield was also affected, and more and more green skins lost in the rainforest rushed out, he instinctively knew where the battlefield was, and instinctively wanted to participate in the war.

As for weapons? As soon as they start to think, the battlefield is full of weapons at their disposal.