OBS Chapter 313 Protracted War
Chapter 313 Protracted War
"Arthur, you have to understand that many problems in this universe have no solutions," Molvy said. "We can only do our best within our limited scope. As for everything else, we can calmly await the Divine Emperor's decision."
"I don't need to hear these reasons. I just want to know if you have any solution to this problem." Arthur asked.
After a moment's silence, Molvi replied, "Yes, but nothing is certain at the moment."
"What is it?" Arthur continued to ask.
"The first method is what we told some warriors. If we can't get support from the Space Marines, we will use our last bit of strength to fight a decisive battle with these orcs." Molvi replied.
"It's pointless." Arthur immediately commented, "Even if we kill as many greenskin bastards as possible, if we can't burn the bodies, more will crawl out. This method is meaningless except for allowing some brothers to release their anger before they die."
"I agree with you," Molvy said. "But perhaps it is better to release my anger than to die in obscurity."
"What else?" Arthur asked again.
"Be prepared for a long battle," Morvi said. "We currently have four Silent Sisters. I plan to divide the defenders of this place into four teams with these four Silent Sisters as the core. We will then disperse them over a larger area, utilizing their special abilities to conceal their movements and sustain the battle."
In fact, there is a third possibility, which is to pin our hopes on the three people who broke through a few days ago.
However, after so many days without any news, Molvi no longer had any hope for them.
"It's easy to say we can support the war by fighting, but we can't eat these greenskin bastards." Arthur pointed out a loophole or a point that Molvy hadn't considered. "If the meat of these greenskin bastards can be eaten and used as weapons, then supporting the war by fighting is realistic."
In the beginning, humans did try to use orcs as food or their weapons, but some soldiers tried to eat orc meat, and not only did it taste bad, but some terrible things happened afterwards.
The soldiers who ate orc flesh either became seriously ill or became mentally ill, and some even grew mushrooms in their throats and turned into half-orcs.
Humans are even more unable to use the orcs' weapons. A gun can operate smoothly in the hands of an orc, but it is very likely to explode when a human pulls the trigger.
"I now have some ideas about the food problem." Morvi said, then he waved to Arthur, who was confused, to follow him and took him to a dug pit.
Arthur glanced into the pit, and even with his temperament, he couldn't help but gasp.
It was filled with orc corpses, some of which had melted into pulp, while the shapes of some were still vaguely recognizable.
But what surprised Arthur was not the corpses, but the pieces of flesh squirming on the corpses.
Some pieces of meat were as small as a fist, while others were as big as tires. The shapes of these pieces of meat were irregular, as if they were meat directly dug out from some animals.
According to common sense, these pieces of flesh should die immediately after being dug out of the body, but these pieces of flesh did not seem to be dead. They lay on the orc's corpse, and many blood vessels grew to suck nutrients from the orc's corpse, and they seemed to move up and down as if they were breathing.
"What is this thing!?" Arthur looked at it for a long time before saying, "Ant beef?!"
In fact, Arthur knew that this was ant beef from the first time he saw these pieces of meat, but because the scene was too weird and bloody, it took him a while to mentally prepare himself before convincing himself to accept this fact.
"Yes, ant beef," Molvi said. "Two days ago, when you were out on a mission, something unexpected happened in the camp. A can of ant beef thawed and regained its activity, and attacked one of our brothers. Although the can of ant beef was quickly roasted, this incident gave me some inspiration."
"So I started conducting experiments in my spare time... In fact, this experiment doesn't take much effort. I just throw a piece of ant meat on the orc's corpse and wait." said Molvi.
"Then, as you can see, the meat of the ant cattle can digest and decompose the orc corpses and transform them into nutrients that we can absorb... provided that we make sure to cook and burn the ant cattle meat thoroughly before processing it." Molvi said, looking at the wriggling and growing pieces of meat.
"I've already cut at least two kilograms of meat these past few days, and so far I haven't felt any discomfort, except for almost getting bitten while cutting the meat... So I think this plan is feasible. Arthur, look, isn't there a source of food here?"
After accepting this fact, Arthur was able to look at this absurd attempt calmly and rationally. He was surprised by the commissar's bold idea and exclaimed: "I really don't know whether to call you a genius or a madman."
"Then there's the issue of weapons... This is indeed difficult to resolve, but we're not completely helpless." Morvi glanced at the Eldar spaceship parked not far away.
"These days, some of our engineers are working with the Eldar to see how they can use the garbage and scrap materials here to assemble a basic bullet production line. I heard they have already drawn up the blueprints, and the materials are likely to be found here. If this attempt is successful, then we may also have a solution to the problem of weapons and ammunition. We can start with a bullet production line, and then gradually expand it to meet the needs of the operation."
"The Eldar cannot be trusted." Arthur expressed his concern. "It is their nature to betray."
"But it's better than the orcs." Morvi persuaded: "Arthur, we are not in a position to choose our allies now, but at least we and the Eldar have a common enemy. Let's put aside our prejudices and cooperate for the time being."
Arthur remained silent, not sure whether to agree or disagree.
"Now is the most difficult moment, but we are not sitting still. We are trying hard and are very effective." Molvi said: "So I will never allow defeatism to spread in the team. We must prepare for the worst and be prepared for a long-term battle."
Then Molvy looked at Arthur solemnly and said, "Arthur, remember what I said before about dividing the people here into four teams? If that day really comes, you will be the leader of one of the teams."
"It sounds like a fantastical and incredibly difficult task." Arthur took out a cigarette and lit it with a match. After blowing out a smoke ring, a rare smile appeared on his face covered with dirt and blood scabs. "But it seems like something a man would do."
This is the truth. For a human army to prepare for a long-term battle in the orc-occupied area is no different from suicide.
However, if they rashly pursue a decisive battle, they will be doomed to death. If Morvi's plan is carried out, the human troops who are separated will most likely be completely annihilated by the orcs on the first day, but there is still an extremely small possibility that the spark of resistance can be preserved.
Often, it's impossible to tell whether a decision is wise or foolish at the time it's made; it must be tested over time and through practice. Furthermore, the same decision can go from wise to foolish, or vice versa, simply due to minor errors in execution.
But as Molvy said, there is no so-called solution to many things. They can only do everything they can and leave the rest to fate.
"Alright, alright, stop smoking here!" The political commissar jokingly hit the dirty man and said, "Go eat something and get some sleep. Don't die so easily."
So Arthur left the command point. After talking with Molvi, he felt a lot more relaxed. At least he had a direction to stick to and no longer thought that he was making meaningless efforts.
He followed what Molvi said and first went to the medical officer to ask for a wet towel, and barely wiped the dirty water off his body. Then he found his shop and backpack and took out some compressed biscuits and an iron lunch box from them.
Then he broke the biscuits into pieces and threw them into the lunch box, then took the lunch box to find the quartermaster, who was taking care of a pot of soup. Arthur didn't want to think about the contents of the soup, but the fuel used to heat the soup pot was the fatty parts cut from the orc corpses.
After getting a bowl of soup from the quartermaster, Arthur dragged his lunch box to a place where he felt less disgusted, sat down again, and prepared to enjoy his dinner.
But before he could take a sip of the soup, he heard a loud electric sound.
Then a young voice sounded in the temporary base:
"I am Esric Trevikon, the Governor and Supreme Commander of Kalenya. I speak to all the Imperial soldiers and Eldar friends who hold out in the Ork-occupied areas."