As the sound of Ork vehicles from afar rang out, a small black dot drilled out of the clouds and began to fly rapidly downwards.
Before the excited drivers could carefully observe what that thing was, several rod-shaped objects approached and enlarged from an imperceptible thin line to a shape visible to the naked eye at an even faster rate.
Those were the Krak Missiles fired by the Valkyrie.
The attack from the sky had almost reached overhead when it was visually discovered. The loud guns of the Orks projected so flashing bullets into the sky, but they were broken through before they had ti to build an effective interception network.
The warheads attacking the top were striking the weakest points on the tops of those various war vehicles, and the landing points that were not far from the weak points made it difficult to imagine that this was an attack conducted from such a distance.
In the fire that suddenly burst open and swept to the inside and outside of the vehicles, the casually piled-up ammunition caused a secondary explosion, and the pillars of fire spewed upwards. Even the connecting parts similar to turrets were pushed more than ten ters high by the shock wave. The fate of the crew inside was naturally unnecessary to say.
Following closely behind the Krak Missiles were naturally a large number of Frag Missiles that could be called dense. The launch nests spitting fire tongues without gaps projected batches of rockets towards the motorcycle team that was chasing each other.
A large number of explosions were tightly connected to those few secondary explosions. The Frag Missiles, which should have been used for cover strikes, accurately landed on the tops of different motorcycles, and the fire power was basically not overflowing, creating a fire blanket in which light and flas were intertwined, which far exceeded the rockets carried by a single machine.
Scattered parts of various types, flying internal organs and bones, and overflowing fuel that was bursting into flas. The team that had been considered to be gathered together just now was instantly fragnted. The Orks called out to each other, but found that all the bosses who had co with the army had died in the attack just now without exception.
This was an attack window exchanged for the blood of countless people. After the impatient Ork regulars began to act, the positions of their bosses beca particularly obvious.
And the Valkyrie did not disappoint this sacrifice, perfectly... or even exceeding the standards, completing the scheduled plan.
In the attack just now, hundreds of Ork Warbikes and several Wartrukks turned into complete wrecks and scrap iron, and several tis as many vehicles suffered varying degrees of damage.
This group of Orks who admired speed paid the price for their choice. Although thin-skinned vehicles were fast, they were basically equivalent to an aluminum-skinned can that could be torn apart at will for the warplanes' ground rockets and missiles.
Of course, the number of Orks was extrely large. For their total number of vehicles, this loss was even less than one percent, and the casualties caused were only a drop in the bucket for all Orks.
However, what was fatal to the Ork horde was that the high montum that had been ford was suddenly interrupted, and at the sa ti, several bosses also lost contact.
However, it was far from enough to repel the Orks with just this. Even if they were temporarily in chaos because of this, the Ork cannon fodder that was just close to the formation was enough to break the defensive line. This only temporarily delayed the pace of these regulars.
The Valkyrie, which had emptied its load, had no intention of lingering in the battle. Instead, it flew back over the formation and began to assist in the defense with a Multi-laser and Bolters on both sides of the fuselage. Rounds of lasers and bolter rounds fell, smashing into those Orks who had crossed the formation.
The lasers that could easily tear apart the armor of light vehicles easily tore their flesh. For a ti, the Multi-laser, which was nonstop in the air, even had the effect comparable to several Bolters. And because these Orks were not equipped with ranged weapons, they had no way to deal with this huge iron bird suspended in the air.
Although it only blocked their pace of continuing to move forward, and it was far from enough to suppress the offensive, with the assistance of the Servitors who were driving engineering machinery from the rear, roughly one-third of the surviving Tribesn were able to escape from the front line in contact with the Orks, and were able to return to the rear to reorganize temporarily.
The Servitors connected various engineering vehicles end to end around the Sandworm to form an ellipse, and entered a close battle with the Orks who rushed up, wielding sharpened Ceramite Pikes and the like with various Servo-arms on their bodies.
Although these non-military Servitors had no combat skills, they just swung their weapons with force. But fortunately, the enemies were just reckless brutes who relied on brute force, and even most of them did not have handy weapons in their hands. With the vehicles acting as "city walls", the Servitors did not even fall into the disadvantage for a ti.
They needed to delay a little longer, needed just a little bit more.
In the distance, a small group of motorcycles from the Ork regulars appeared on the sand dunes, but now they did not rush up directly, but seed to be observing sothing.
After barely recovering from the chaos of the previous attack, the other Ork bosses had learned so lessons and deployed the various weapons mounted on the vehicles, establishing a simple offensive position.
Then, what they had to do now was to take revenge on those insidious shrimp.
This was also Zhang Ge's last strike.
From the beginning, the Hierophant and the Chieftain had been located in the most conspicuous place, riding on that largest Walker, while everyone else, even Zhang Ge, had been involved in the front line battle.
When the formation collapsed, Zhang Ge and his party moved the remaining tribal guards to the bottom of the two, protecting this ten-ter-high Walker in the middle, resisting the surging Ork army.
So even now, the two had not moved their hands - even their positions had never moved.
This situation changed when the other party's motorcycle squad began to conduct reconnaissance.
The huge sails suddenly bulged, making the already extrely tall body of the huge Walker even taller. The restraints on the necks of the Mutants who were tied below injected them with a large dose of nerve drugs.
The huge bone-white behemoth began to move, crushing outwards from between the opened ranks with a slight tremor, rushing into the ocean ford by the Orks.
That's right, Zhang Ge himself, Amilia, Heloise, and the Chieftain and Hierophant, the four cores on the field at this mont were the four beacons for the last strike that was about to be launched.
After the Ork bosses were killed by the fire coverage, it was basically certain that they would launch a retaliatory counterattack, and this counterattack was of course targeted - the target would not be those trembling shrimp, but the dangerous big guys who could correspond to their own boss.
Among them, in the eyes of the Orks, the Chieftain and Hierophant, who had not taken action but could command other powerful big guys, were of course the most important.
They were not strong, and even if they did not personally participate in the battle, it would not cause too much of an impact, but they could make the Tribesn, who accounted for the vast majority of the people, sincerely obey their command.
Therefore, their task beca to constantly issue commands without moving, so that those Orks could make judgnts such as "It's so dangerous, but these two bosses haven't taken the field yet, these shrimp must still have insidious tricks like the ones just now that haven't been played", and would likely be the core that the subsequent counterattack would target.
Under this judgnt, and with the Valkyrie's plan as a reference, then the most feasible counterattack thod was undoubtedly to carry out heavy firepower strikes.
Sure enough, not long after, in the distant horizon, various projectiles from the Ork regulars' counterattack began to fall from the sky along inconsistent trajectories, and there were even Grot-guided Rokkits operated by Grots.
Admittedly, there were still a large number of Ork cannon fodder around the four points of impact... but the reason why cannon fodder was called cannon fodder was because even by Ork standards, their status was extrely low.
What's more, the firepower strike was not targeted at them. The collateral damage was only to the cannon fodder around the big guys. Those Orks would have died under the big guys' weapons anyway, so what was the difference between dying under the enemy's shells?
But obviously, the Orks overestimated the firing accuracy of their artillery, and also overestimated the judgnt ability of the Ork cannon fodder after the bosses in the rear had died.
The Orks in the front looked confusedly at the large number of shells that were fired from the rear, half of them concentrated around the four locations, and the other half were simply scattered into the Ork horde.
Fire and shrapnel swept through. Without the restraint of the Warboss WAAAGH!, their simple brains spontaneously made a judgnt on this attack that was difficult to be judged as friendly fire - there were more enemies, in the direction from which the shells ca.
The Orks around a large number of shell impact points began to turn their guns and collided with other Orks who were still charging upwards without knowing what was going on. From the mont the first Ork impatiently started swinging his knife at these "comrades" who were hindering his direction of advance, the battle line, which was still making progress, suddenly fell into chaos.
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