Starting from the Planetary Governor-Chapter 773 - 429, Battle Moon_2

Chapter 773: Chapter 429, Battle Moon_2 Chapter 773: Chapter 429, Battle Moon_2 The Planetary Defense Force of Frost Origin IV had been consolidated; the quality and equipment level were relatively complete.

Their weapons were also quite comprehensive, although not up to the universal standard of the Star Realm Army, the whole was indeed more reliable than the majority of the Empire Worlds.

Not to mention, since the invasion of the Green Skins was anticipated, the entire planet had already begun comprehensive mobilization in preparation for war.

As a result, a population of four billion yielded six hundred million defenders—a mobilization rate of 15%.

For just a few months, for the organizational level of the Empire Worlds, this was already a notable miracle.

Despite this, only about one hundred million of these troops were truly dependable.

The rest, hastily mobilized soldiers, had only a few months, or even just a couple of weeks, of training, and their equipment was rather basic, but this was already the limit under existing conditions.

These mobilized soldiers, at least, did not have a problem with morale.

In facing the existential threat of the alien Green Skins, the government only needed to do a bit of propaganda, exert a bit of effort, and it was easily able to foster a worldwide atmosphere of unity and resistance against the external enemy.

Titus also showed respect for the human struggle.

In a speech to his underling Green Skin leaders, he mentioned this.

Then, his lesser beastmen generals and lads all became even more excited.

The campaign thus far had actually been somewhat dull.

Ever since they swarmed out of the Golden Pass Star Sector, they had swept through a large part of the Dragonhawk Star Domain, and countless worlds had fallen amid their war cries.

But in reality, most of the human worlds had been unable to organize a particularly effective resistance.

Those so-called Defense Armies were not waagh at all and were easily overthrown.

Although most of the people on those worlds had not been killed, the resistance still existed, albeit dispersed and insubstantial.

In fact, many worlds seemed of little value, and the main Green Skin Fleets would bomb them a couple of times, drop a few hundred thousand troops, and then leave hastily.

Worlds like Frost Origin IV, which had managed to prepare for war thoroughly, were actually quite rare.

Having been bored this long, they were finally going to have a properly waagh-worthy battle, which really delighted them!

Under the leadership of their great chief, hundreds of millions of Green Skins landed on the surface.

Amidst the vast waagh cries, after several key battles, the main force of Frost Origin IV’s Defense Army crumbled.

Many brave warriors died on the intensely fierce battlefield.

They had tried their hardest, but the real differences made the outcomes disproportionately mismatched.

The number of Green Skin Orcs, though far fewer than the human forces, was extremely troublesome because of their ability to endure dozens of bullets before dying.

And the Green Skins’ gear was superior: Skugg War Behemoths, various Armored Combat Vehicles, ‘canned’ vessels, comparable to human Mechas, all sorts of modified super heavy guns—none of which the Defense Army’s weapons could effectively counter.

In such disparity, the human forces were eventually systematically annihilated en masse by the Beastman troops led personally by Titus after several battles.

When the last human force, attempting to conduct a desperate resistance through urban warfare, was eliminated, Titus smoothly stepped onto the highest building in the city.

At this moment, it seemed as if the whole world was under his feet.

But Titus did not feel too much excitement.

The news of the death of the Lone Fang Ghoul in the Eastern Star Domain had finally reached him.

This incident had actually occurred some time ago, but previously Titus had always been on a relentless advance through the Star Sea, either in battle or on his way to one.

The news couldn’t catch up to the speed at which he was spreading the fires of war.

And of course, this news could not make Titus happy.

At that moment, on the top of the city’s tallest building, many Beastman Overlords, Warlords, Prophets, and Tech Tyrants stood silently behind Titus.

These ‘big bosses’, held in awe by the common Green Skin lads, were as quiet as little chicks behind Titus.

Perhaps when Titus had just become the great chief, these military leaders might not have been so respectful; but as Titus led them on such a vast waagh, the great chief’s prestige also grew and solidified with each victory, with the advance of the waagh.

All of this would at least continue until Titus encountered his first real defeat.

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Titus’s thunderous voice echoed amid the strong winds atop the tallest building, “Lone Fang Ghoul, a useless failure!

His death is proof of his weakness!”

The surrounding Beastman Warlords all lowered their heads, not daring to meet Titus’s fierce red eyes.

They knew the great chief’s fury was like a tempest, and any Green Skin standing before him could become the target of his wrath.

Titus turned, his gaze sharply sweeping over the multitude of Beastman leaders behind him, “Saru!

You go to the Eastern Star Domain.

I want you in charge there; don’t disappoint me!”

“You should know what you’re supposed to do there.”

Saru, a burly Beastman Warlord clad in heavy armor, with a glint of ambition in his eyes, bowed deeply, his voice hoarse yet powerful, “Yes, great chief!

I know!

I will annihilate all the shrimp, and I will prove I am nothing like that piece of junk, the Lone Fang Ghoul!

Saru will not let you down!”