Warhammer 40 A New Hope

Standing next to this human troop was a group of [Dwarf Warriors] holding shields and battle axes. One of the dwarves spoke to the 'young human' beside him, pulling out his own wine flask.

"Relax, young man." The dwarf said to the human as he unscrewed his wine flask. "These are just the most despicable and weak [Slave Rats]..."

"Their fighting ability is not much different from that of a mouse."

"It's not time to be afraid yet."

The dwarf took a sip of the wine in the flagon and casually handed the flagon to the human spearman who looked unhappy.

"Want a bite?"

"Okay, thank you..."

The human spearman took the wine jug handed to him by the dwarf, took a sip, and then began to cough violently.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Haha! That's not good enough?" The dwarf took back the wine bottle and said with a smile while looking at the coughing human. "This is just ordinary 'dwarf beer'..."

"I was lucky enough to try the wine brought by those 'outsiders' once, and it was really delicious!"

Bang bang bang--!

At this moment, accompanied by the sound coming from behind, several spent shells fell into the group of rats with a trail of white smoke.

"It's the mortar that the old man made." Looking at the fire that exploded in the rat crowd, the dwarf put the wine flask back to his waist and said, "If outsiders can make it, I can do it too!"

These mortars were proposed by Zhang Yi and a group of dwarf engineers, who asked Father Kadoc to explain their construction principles, and finally let the dwarves design and manufacture them themselves.

Of course, during this period, Zhang Yi had to keep Father Kadoc in check, lest the dwarves think you were too talkative and write him into the [Book of Hatred]...

Although it has not been long, dwarven mortars have begun to be produced and equipped to dwarves of various clans. At the same time, breech-loading rifles and breech-loading cannons have also begun to be manufactured and equipped.

Even the arrogant Mechanicus, who had many bad habits, had to admit that these dwarves did seem to have a natural and special feeling for mechanical things.

(Off topic: In some ways, the level of insanity of the Dwarven Engineers Guild is comparable to that of the Mechanicus)

Of course, there is still a long way to go to reach the level of the 40K Human Empire.

The [Dwarf Mortar Squad], using mortars inlaid with dwarven runes, continuously fired shells at the approaching ratmen. The shells affected by the runes landed accurately among the rats, and explosions occurred continuously among the rats. However, all this could not stop the rats who were attacking like a wave.

The same was true of the arrows and bullets shot at these rats. The originally despicable and cowardly rats now seemed to be crazy, ignoring the blood splattered on their faces, the corpses of their compatriots around them, and the incoming shells, arrows, bullets and other things. Nothing could stop these rats from being terrified.

[Advanced Flame Storm]

[Advanced Metal Torrent]

Two large-scale magic spells were cast by the elven magician. The scorching flames and the metal torrents falling from the sky created a large vacuum area among the rat people almost instantly, but at the same time almost drained the magical wind nearby.

However, the ratmen still charged forward, over the corpses engulfed by the liquid metal and over the charred corpses.

"These rats have taken the medicine." The dwarf said, looking at some ratmen that could be seen more clearly.

"Take medicine?"

"Some methods unique to the ratmen clans." The dwarf explained to the confused human. "Some ratmen clans will give their troops a special drug. These drugs will make the originally timid ratmen become fearless and extremely violent, but..."

"Once the effect of the drug wears off, all of these ratmen who took it will most likely die suddenly..."

"As far as I know, this medicine is not precious, but it is not cheap either." The dwarf said. "It seems that, just as those outsiders said, the ratmen will make a big move soon..."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be so desperate and willing to pay any price."

Bang bang bang!

Another round of gunfire, followed by a rain of arrows. The bullets and arrows knocked the ratmen in the front to the ground, but the other ratmen still attacked them.

The stench of the slave rats was already clearly audible, and the ferocious faces of the big rats with red eyes were also gradually becoming clearer.

Even though they suffered so many attacks and interceptions along the way, there were still many ratmen rushing to the front of humans and dwarves.

There are so many of them...

【Lugaoin Flame Sword】

The spear in his hand now emitted the color of fire, and the hot breath caused the surrounding air to distort.

"For our ancestors! For Bafeng Mountain!"

"For humanity! For Sigma!"

134. Rat Extermination War (I)

Click!

The spear in his hand broke into two parts.

The moment the human spear phalanx came into contact with the ratmen in the front, it was overwhelmed by countless slave rats.

He was one of the few who survived the first wave of ratmen's attack and killed unknown number of giant rats.

It was not until the spear in his hand broke into two that he finally came out of his dazed state of killing the enemies. He looked at the corpses of the ratmen around him and the human corpses underneath those ratmen corpses.

"Human thing! DIEDIE!"

A huge rat jumped out and pounced on the human spearman who was still in a daze, screaming.

The human was caught off guard and fell to the ground. He used both hands to grab the long mouth of the ratman who knocked him down to prevent it from biting through his neck.

The ratman, which was only half the size of his body, was surprisingly strong and he almost got bit by it several times.

Moreover, this rat man seemed to have endless energy. When his strength began to fail, the rat man still kept trying to bite through his neck with his sharp fangs.

puff!

Just when he was about to exhaust all his strength and could no longer stop the attack of the ratman on his body, the violent ratman suddenly collapsed on him with the sound of fur and flesh being split apart.

"That's tough, huh? Young man?"

It was the dwarf who gave him wine and saved him.

"Thank you."

"Can you still stand up?"

"Let me try."

After several attempts, the human spearman stood up again and picked up another spear on the ground that originally belonged to another spearman.

"My name is Avery, thank you for saving me."

"Hass Barlow, just call me Lao Luo."

"What's going on now?" Avery said, looking at the chaotic surroundings and the bodies on the ground. "Are we going to lose?"

"On the contrary." Lao Luo said to the somewhat flustered Avery. "We are going to win."

Boom boom boom!

In the rear, various cannons were still continuously firing at the ratmen, while slave rats suddenly died appearing on the battlefield from time to time.

Their effectiveness is wearing off.

"Hold on, kid, it's almost over." Lao Luo said as he chopped down the ratman that was rushing towards him with his axe. "These cannon fodders are almost gone!"

"I'll try!" Avery said. "I've never seen so many rats in my life!"

The two slave rats were nailed to a big rock like skewers. Then Avery picked up a round shield on the ground and hit the ratman who was rushing towards him with a backhand blow.

At this time, more ratmen rushed towards the two of them, but halfway through, these enemies fell to the ground and slid a long way away.

"Haha, this crap is no good!"

This seemed to be a signal, and the originally fearless and violent rats on the battlefield died one after another on the spot.

Soon, all the slave rats that attacked them fell down, and some of those who were not dead could only lie on the ground gasping for breath, waiting for the butcher's knife to fall on their necks.

They won!

． ． ． A few hours later ． ． ．

In the makeshift camp, the soldiers who managed to survive were celebrating.

Although most of what they faced were just the lowest-level slave rats used as cannon fodder and a small number of clan rats, they didn't even see a ratman leader.

However, successfully surviving such a huge wave of ratmen is indeed something worth celebrating.

Avery was stuffing the food on the table into his mouth in big mouthfuls, filling his stomach and venting his stress at the same time.

Out of a team of 120 spearmen, only a few dozen survived, and the rest turned into meat in the stomachs of the ratmen.

"Huh--" Avery took a big gulp of beer, swallowed the food in his mouth, and then let out a long breath.

The large amount of food made Avery relax a little. He patted the food residue on his hands and looked around to see where he could get a glass of wine.

"Your human wine is not strong." A familiar voice came from beside him. Avery turned around and saw the face of Lao Luo with a long beard. "Our dwarves' wine is still strong."

"Your wine is indeed good, but ordinary people can't stand it." Avery, who took a glass of wine from nearby, said to Lao Luo. "One of our people drank your wine in one gulp and slept for a whole day before waking up."

"Haha, that's because you humans are not good enough."

As he spoke, Lao Luo took a big sip of the wine in the wooden cup.

"Why are you so depressed? Are you scared?"

"In one battle, 80% of our spearmen were killed." Avery said. "I...ah..."

"You are worried about this." Lao Luo said. "Don't worry, our mission will end here if nothing unexpected happens."

"Huh? How do you know?"

"I have a friend who is a leader, and he said so." Lao Luo took another sip of wine and said, "This battle is just to confirm the exact location of those rats' cities and their military strength."

"So how are they going to capture..."

"Something in the sky." Lao Luo said. "With a few 'swoosh', the rats' cities will be destroyed by metal, and then an elite force will descend from the sky and smash the dirty rats and their conspiracy together."

"However, they said that they wanted to ensure that no innocent people were harmed and that damage was caused as little as possible, so let's check if there are any survivors nearby."

After saying that, Lao Luo drank the wine in the glass in one breath, then stood up and walked towards the nearest wine barrel.

After hearing the news, Avery was silent for a long time, and finally looked up at the sky slowly.

There was already a little starry sky.

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Near the Evil Moon

Sizzle——!

The psychic lightning released by a human believer in Tzeentch struck an Ultramarines' Honor Guard Space Marine in front of him, forcing him to retreat.

But then, another Space Marine rushed out from his side and opened fire with his plasma pistol.

Biu!

The hot plasma sphere hit the Chaos Cultist of the Psychic, and a large amount of energy spread out, blocking his vision.

call out--!

Tear it apart!

With a sound of breaking through the air, a mechanical battle axe flashing with electric light flew out and directly split the enemy psychic's body into two. Then another Space Marine came in front of him and grabbed his head.

Haw!

The psyker's head was crushed like a watermelon, and the brain matter, which was obviously of the wrong color, splattered all over the Space Marine's gauntlet.

brush!

Cato Sicarius killed a Tzeentch Chaos Warrior with one sword, shook off the blood on his power sword, and walked past two other Honor Guard Space Marines.

"keep going."

The raid was successful, and their troops had successively taken control of the ship's landing deck, engine room, armory and other areas.

The landing of the follow-up troops was also successful, and they encountered almost no difficult enemies.

But it was precisely this that made Cato Sicarius feel even more ominous.

During this landing operation, they discovered a total of four enemy Space Marines.

One was killed by his own fighter's heavy bolter on the landing deck after defeating two advance mortal landing forces; one was killed by a squad of Salamanders Space Marines who boarded the ship later at the cost of one injured; and another was killed by a squad of five mortals with melta grenades at the cost of almost annihilation.

There was another one, the one he had just killed.