Greenskin technology is extremely strange.
At least to other normal races in the galaxy, Greenskin technology is simply magical.
Because all their technology originates from a mysterious power called 'Waaagh!'.
For example, an engine that runs on oil is captured by Greenskins and installed on their vehicle.
Facing a situation with no oil to burn, as long as enough Greenskins 'Waaagh!' that burning dirt is also possible, then this engine can burn dirt.
Similarly, 'Waaagh!' can be applied not only to technological creations but also to anything else.
For instance, if enough Greenskins think you are Waaagh enough, then you truly are Waaagh enough.
Or, in human terms, you are truly strong enough!
At this moment, Sith rode his motorcycle, circling a group of Greenskins, his sidearm pointed at them, continuously instilling fear into the Greenskin Boyz.
And facing Sith's question, the Boyz were only briefly confused, then stammered:
"Waaagh!... you are."
With one Boy taking the lead, the surrounding Boyz nodded along. Seeing his goal achieved, Sith twisted the throttle and chased after the other Greenskin Boyz.
Then, the same encirclement, the same question, and after receiving the same answer, Sith continued to repeat the process.
This left the Legion soldiers behind, who had no idea what Sith was doing, looking utterly bewildered.
It wasn't until all the Greenskins had fled, carrying rumors of the most Waaagh human suddenly appearing on Alert Star and running towards the desert, that Sith turned his vehicle around and returned to the Legion.
Such a small number of Greenskins naturally couldn't 'Waaagh!' into existence, but Sith wasn't worried about that.
Because even if only a hundred thousand Greenskins thought he was Waaagh enough, a hundredfold increase would mean tens of millions of Greenskins would 'Waaagh!'.
And if it were a million, or even ten million...
He couldn't say it would spread its influence across the galaxy, but at least on Alert Star, Sith would continuously grow stronger under the Greenskins' 'Waaagh!'!
The motorcycle returned, kicking up a sky full of dust.
The sandstorm passed through the army at an extremely fast speed. At this moment, all the soldiers had formed a defensive formation under the clear sky, silently sitting on the ground and eating compressed starch.
Handing the motorcycle to a soldier, Sith quickly walked back to his Leman Russ.
As the spearhead, his Leman Russ had suffered the most concentrated fire.
However, the armor, far sturdier than a Chimera, meant the Leman Russ only had a few dents, and its entire hull was still in almost perfect condition.
"What are the casualties like?"
Arriving by the tank, Sith took out his canteen and took a big gulp of water.
Bruno and the others were still puzzled by what Sith had been doing, but none dared to ask.
Taking out a report, Bruno spread it open on the tank's armor plate:
"According to the recently compiled data, we suffered approximately nearly ten thousand casualties."
As the casualty figures were announced, not only Bruno but also the surrounding officers all showed a look of pride.
Because Bruno continued to point to the bottom of the report, to the Greenskin casualty statistics.
"And we inflicted at least seventy thousand casualties on the Greenskin xenos!"
A Mortal Legion, lacking heavy firepower, vehicles, and artillery support, fighting a numerically superior Greenskin force in the wild, not only avoided being massacred by the Greenskins but actually achieved an exaggerated combat loss ratio of one to seven.
If this achievement were to spread, even the Imperial Departmento Munitorum would likely mark this unit led by Sith as anti-Greenskin specialists!
One must know that Greenskins are not only technologically advanced but also possess exaggeratedly large physiques; a mob charge can sometimes even chop down an Astartes with crude axes.
The physical gap between ordinary Imperial Guardsman and Greenskins is even more enormously exaggerated.
To be able to give such a title to a Mortal unit under these circumstances, if this were to get out, the name of Sith's 101st Regiment could instantly rival even the top Imperial Legions like Cadia!
The pride on Bruno and the others' faces could no longer be suppressed, and their gazes towards Sith became even more respectful.
They naturally knew that their ability to achieve such an exaggerated record was entirely due to Sith's leadership.
Setting down his canteen, Sith quickly scanned the report.
He then offered no comment on the achievement, merely tightened his canteen carefully, and while tidying his gear, he spoke:
"Continue onward. Leave a few men to burn the bodies of the fallen so they may return to the earth."
Bruno and the other officers were stunned. The crowd exchanged glances, seeing the soldiers who had just finished a fierce battle, their faces full of fatigue. After some thought, Bruno cautiously said:
"Sir, shouldn't the soldiers rest a bit longer?"
Sith ignored him, directly leaping two steps onto the tank and re-entering the commander's position.
Putting on his commander's headset, Sith looked at the vast desert before him, and the faint Greenskin figures still visible in the distance, then took out his binoculars, gazing and speaking:
"The Greenskins will be back soon, and in greater numbers. Staying here is waiting for death."
"As for rest..."
Putting down the binoculars, Sith forcefully slapped the tank's armor. After two 'thump-thump' sounds, the tank engine roared to life.
"When you die and return to the Emperor, you'll have plenty of time to rest."
With that, the Leman Russ took the lead and moved forward once more.
Bruno and the surrounding officers quickly moved aside, dumbfounded by Sith's solution.
Not daring to look directly at Sith, the group exchanged glances, not even exchanging opinions. After a brief silence, they turned to carry out Sith's orders.
Soon, clusters of flames rose from the ground, and ninety thousand soldiers rose again, dragging their weary bodies across the desert as quickly as possible.
On the tank, Sith's body swayed with the Leman Russ beneath him, his gaze fixed on the direction the Greenskins had fled.
He closed his eyes slightly, a suppressed smirk playing on his lips.
In the direction Sith was looking, a strange power was crossing vast space, continuously empowering Sith's body.
And this power was still climbing at an extremely fast rate as time passed.
In the distance, another new sandstorm was rapidly approaching the sky. On the horizon beyond the sandstorm, Greenskin speed freaks kicked up dust, trailing far behind Sith's Legion.
The fleeing Greenskin Boyz brought back news of Sith being the most Waaagh human, and this news became the fuse, thoroughly igniting the Greenskins who were already itching for a fight.
Larger, stronger, and more Greenskin Waaaghs began to converge deep in the desert, and this time there were not only Greenskin Waaaghs but also more war buggies and mechs produced by Greenskin tech-priests, the 'Big Meks'.
The roar of engines echoed through the sandstorm. When Greenskin low-altitude bombers began to appear in the distant sky, a new round of sandstorm enveloped Sith under its divine might.
Watching the bombs haphazardly dropped by the Greenskin warplanes being scattered by the sandstorm, only igniting explosions far from his own ranks.
Sith withdrew his gaze, pulled up the dust-blocking mask, and with only his eyes visible beneath the wide-brimmed hat, looked towards the center of the sandstorm.
The earth-shattering Great Waaagh, accompanied by the roar of engines, surged towards the soldiers with the sandstorm.
The soldiers looked grim. Sith raised his sidearm, turned, and facing the soldiers looking at him from behind, nodded towards the sandstorm:
"We..."
"Will cut through these xenos!"