The next day, in the glow of the morning sun, the green-skinned beastmen awoke from their sleep and were preparing for a new round of 'Waaaaagh!' towards the position defended by the Astra Militarum yesterday, when they suddenly discovered... the humans in the position had all disappeared!
Krooldaka, the Warboss, scratched his green head and then turned his gaze to the hive city, which was completely exposed due to the vacant defensive position. He roared with his fanged mouth: "Waaaaagh!!!"
Although it was a simple word, its meaning was very easy to understand: Charge!
Soon, like a green tide, the beastmen, riding all sorts of haphazard, junk-modified motorcycles, shrieked as they poured into the hive city!
For a time, green-skinned beastmen were seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, racing wildly on their motorcycles, competing frantically with each other, creating a spectacular scene!
If an uninformed person arrived, they would probably think it was Siluria' First Annual Drag Race!
However, just as the greenskins were happily racing, Eldar Warriors piloting skimmers suddenly appeared from all directions, shooting shuriken catapults at the greenskins!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In an instant, the greenskins, who were completely focused and unprepared while racing on the streets, were caught off guard by the Eldar Warriors' ambush!
Even Krooldaka, their leader, was hit by several shuriken catapults in the ambush and tumbled off his motorcycle.
Those Eldar Warriors were extremely hateful, specifically targeting their motorcycles. In just a few minutes of engagement, the greenskins' source of happiness... their junk bikes, were mostly destroyed!
This move was simply too devious!
The greenskins were happily playing, and in the blink of an eye, their junk bikes were blown up, immediately igniting their collective wrath!
Hitting people is fine, hitting bikes is not!
The interruption of their joyful racing enraged Krooldaka, the Warboss. He roared, commanding the Nobz and the remaining beastmen to pursue!
"Waaaaagh!!!"
Amidst the roars of the greenskins, the Eldar Warriors immediately turned their skimmers and fled!
But how could Krooldaka let these damned 'bean-sprouts' escape?
So, the vast horde of green-skinned beastmen, chasing after the Eldar Warriors, surged towards... the predetermined target location!
There, a very small force of Astra Militarum was being besieged by genestealers!
Just as the Astra Militarum were about to be overwhelmed and swallowed by countless genestealers, several skimmers streaked across the sky and instantly disappeared!
What the heck?
As both sides of the battle wondered, they suddenly felt the ground shaking!
Immediately after, both the Astra Militarum and the genestealers cast their gaze towards the distant, dust-billowing location, and then they saw... greenskins!
Innumerable beastmen, like a green ocean, roaring 'Waaaaagh!', charged madly towards the battlefield!
"???"
The genestealers were utterly bewildered.
What was happening? Where did these dim-witted beastmen come from?
The Astra Militarum side was also bewildered, many were in ran, and some even wanted to flee.
But just then... Bang!
A bolter shot dispatched those few deserters.
The Commissar stepped forward, his gaze icy as he looked at the bewildered, helpless, and fearful Astra Militarum: "Our orders are to hold position 872.31 to the death. Anyone who dares to retreat a single step... dies!"
"But Commissar, we are already surrounded!"
Even the Emperor's most elite warriors could not help but feel fear at this moment.
"Yes, we are surrounded!" The Commissar's gaze was stern, as if resolved to die, and he shouted loudly: "I will stand with you here, for the Emperor, for the Imperium, to fight to the death against these damned heretic scum!"
"This... is our glory!"
"I reiterate, we are doomed to die, but... our destiny is the Golden Throne, while the destiny of cowards, shirkers, and heretics is the fire of hell!"
"We will fight to the last here!"
The Commissar's gaze swept over the remaining dozens of warriors, and he sternly shouted: "Tell me, do you want to become a disgrace to the Imperium, or fight for humanity and the Emperor, shedding your last drop of blood?!"
Initially, the bewildered, helpless, and fearful emotions of being surrounded gradually calmed down. After accepting the inevitable death, a spark of fire was ignited instead!
Yes, it's death either way, why not die a bit more heroically?
Rather than being a deserter and shot by the Commissar, it's better to fight those heretics. At least that way, there's still a chance to return to the Golden Throne, isn't there?
"For the Emperor!"
"For Humanity!"
"For the Imperium!"
At this moment, the scattered morale was once again raised. The remaining dozens of Astra Militarum, along with the Commissar, roared and charged towards the enemy!
But in the next second, those powerful green-skinned beastmen easily tore apart the dozens of brave Astra Militarum, stepping over their bodies to continue their charge!
They didn't even last a minute!
Willpower cannot replace strength.
Yet, even so, the blood-soaked Commissar still exchanged his life for a powerful beastman, and then he was completely overwhelmed!
But their sacrifice was not meaningless!
Provoked repeatedly, and finally completely enraged by the Astra Militarum's suicidal charge, the greenskins instantly shifted their target to the genestealers.
Their simple brains didn't ponder who the real enemy was; everyone in front of them was an enemy!
Thus, the baiting plan succeeded!
The green-skinned beastmen roared, surrounding the utterly bewildered genestealers, and began their daily, heart-pleasing... Waaaaagh!
"Colonel... why didn't you let those Astra Militarum withdraw?!" Emrys' pupils constricted as he watched this scene, his emotions somewhat complex.
According to the plan, after the Eldar Warriors led the beastmen into the target area, the Astra Militarum should have withdrawn beforehand, but... Watson never gave the order to retreat, instead making those Astra Militarum hold their ground to the death!
"Mr. Emrys, you are still very young."
Watson turned his head, his expression as hard as rock: "I can see that you are good at tactics and strategy, but... this is war. There must be sacrifices to ensure the success of the baiting plan!"
He stood leaning over the desk, his gaze unwavering, and said word by word: "The sacrifice of less than a hundred people can be exchanged for thousands, even tens of thousands of casualties. There is no more cost-effective deal than this."
Hearing this, Emrys fell silent: "So, from the very beginning, you never intended for the Astra Militarum to withdraw, did you?"
"That's right, Mr. Emrys."
Watson showed a ferocious expression, like a beast: "For victory, for the God-Emperor, I can sacrifice everything, even... myself!"