Accompanied by a hungry roar, a mountain-like Squigg, urged by its rider, restlessly pawed its giant feet, eager to charge into the slaughter ahead. However, when the boy riding on its back looked through the gaps in his crude armor towards the main direction of attack, his impulsive hot blood cooled slightly.
Under the players' insane crossfire, the main charge route along the dune ridge was already piled high with green bodies. Broken limbs, twisted truck wrecks, and viscous blood plasma mixed together, forming a daunting barrier of death. Subsequent units even had to step on their comrades' corpses to advance.
"Hmm…" The rider boy scratched his greasy scalp, feeling that charging straight through there wasn't a good idea.
So, he slowly shifted his gaze from the crowded dune ridge to the higher dune top.
It was empty, with only clean sand, an open view, and it looked closer to the ummie's position! As long as he climbed up, he could charge down from above and smash through those little ummie's positions!
The boy thought more and more that he was right. A spark of wisdom burst forth in his simple brain, and a perfect plan had already taken shape.
He triumphantly patted the Squigg's thick neck and loudly declared, "I'm a genius boy!"
No sooner said than done! He sharply kicked the Squigg's flank with the spikes on his heel, while pulling on the reins, trying to control the giant beast to change direction. The Squigg let out an impatient snort, but still obeyed the command, detaching from the main force advancing along the ridge, and began to climb laboriously towards the top of the dune with heavy steps.
Its huge paws sank deep into the sand, kicking up sand with every step, but it still climbed steadily upwards.
Finally, his Squigg successfully passed the highest point of the dune and stepped onto what he considered his "excellent position."
The ummie's position below was clearly displayed before his eyes! Those tiny humans were busy in the trenches, oblivious to the impending destruction!
This genius boy let out a triumphant laugh, just about to urge the Squigg to launch a devastating downhill charge to level the ummie's position, when he and his mount had already become a huge, slow, exposed, perfect target.
The next second, a storm of steel swept in. Dozens of heavy bolter shells and autocannon rounds accurately and unhindered tore through the Squigg's relatively soft abdomen.
Without even time to let out a wail, this biological weapon, which had just entered the stage, was torn in half amidst a spray of blood and gore. Its upper body and the Green Skins on it fell due to inertia, sliding helplessly down the dune.
Below, at a heavy bolter position.
"What's wrong with this Green Skin?" The player operating the weapon looked strangely at the observation scope, his face full of confusion, "Going to the top of the dune, specifically for me to focus fire?"
"Who knows what Green Skins are thinking," the ammo loader next to him said nonchalantly as he changed the ammo box, "Don't worry about it, quickly turn around, enemies from the ridge are coming!"
As the corpses of the vanguards were trampled into mud by the subsequent units, the real tough nuts finally charged up.
"WAAAGH!"
A deafening roar came from the dune ridge; this time it was no longer disorganized infantry, but a green tide composed of steel and brute force. Boarboys, riding their beloved mounts, launched a decisive charge. These mounts varied in form; some were giant war boars with bulging muscles and exposed tusks, while others were madly mechanically modified, with smoking exhaust pipes and flickering mechanical eyes attached to their bodies, known as the Dakka Cyber Boars.
They wailed, like an unstoppable heavy cavalry, crushing towards the players' positions.
"Cavalry! It's cavalry! Focus fire!"
The players at the position immediately reacted, instantly unleashing all their firepower on this charging unit. Red laser beams swept across like a downpour, grenades exploded in bursts of fire among the boars, and heavy bolters and autocannons immediately turned their muzzles, blasting destructive ammunition at these new targets.
However, a shocking scene unfolded.
The resilience of these Boarboys was incredibly strong. Laser beams hitting them only scorched small black marks; the blast wave of grenade explosions couldn't even slow them down a jot.
And facing those Dakka Cyber Boars, even a heavy bolter needed at least one direct hit to kill them; if it missed and hit nearby, the shockwave, which would be enough to shatter an ordinary person, would only make them sway for a moment, and then they would charge even faster.
One Boarboy only staggered and fell after being continuously hit by at least twenty laser beams. And his comrades had already covered half the distance.
The players at the position began to panic.
"Oh my gosh, they can't be killed! What kind of health bar is this?"
"I protest, this cavalry is too overpowered!"
"Heavy weapons reloading! Quick! They're about to charge us!"
Just as the defensive line was about to collapse, a player suddenly let out a roar and leaped out of the trench. He wasn't holding a gun, only a standard-issue cleaver. To everyone's stunned gaze, he charged like a madman towards a giant war boar at the very front.
The other players were dumbfounded; this was suicide!
"Bang!"
A dull thud. The player's body, upon contact with the war boar, was instantly crushed into a blur of flesh and blood by the immense impact.
But at the same time, the cleaver he held tightly, under the immense recoil, pierced deeply and entirely into the war boar's head like a nail, from the eye socket all the way to the hilt.
The high-speed charging war boar let out a short whimper; its brain destroyed, it instantly lost control of its body, its limbs went limp, and it tumbled to the ground. The boy riding on its back was flung far away, tracing a parabola in the air, and finally, with a "crunch," his neck hit the ground at an odd angle, temporarily losing his combat capability.
The whole process was incredibly fast, but the result shocked everyone.
The company commander stationed at this position was stunned; he rubbed his eyes, his face full of disbelief. What the heck? A monster that dozens of laser guns couldn't kill was traded one-for-one by a broken cleaver?
But he was an experienced veteran after all, and his mind worked extremely fast. After the shock, he slapped his thigh, and a thought struck him like lightning.
This is Wahammer! In this damned world, courage and iron will are more important than anything! Isn't it only natural that melee is superior to ranged in Wahammer?
"Damn it, I'm going all in!" The company commander instantly realized, he drew his chainsword, raised it high, and the blade let out a piercing roar.
"All of you! Listen to my command!" His voice cut through the explosions on the battlefield, "Guys, get your gear out! Fix bayonets! Get your melee weapons out! Counter-charge!"
The command, like a prairie fire, instantly ignited the fighting spirit of all the players. The frustration of being unable to kill the enemy no matter how hard they fought, and the heroic act of their fearless comrade, caused their adrenaline to surge.
"Screw them!"
"For the Emperor!"
"WAAAGH!!!"
The scene at the position suddenly changed. Players discarded their laser guns and drew various melee weapons from their backs and waists—power swords shimmering with energy fields, buzzing chainswords, heavy entrenching tools, and the most common bayonets.
"Kill!!!"
With the company commander's order, hundreds of players, like a breaching flood, roared as they leaped out of the trenches, launching a desperate counter-charge against the charging Boarboys!