02 - Fungus - The Battle of Hell-Almein, The XVIII° regiment split in 2 the army to face the ork tank

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Fungus - The Battle of Hell-Almein



<< General Aristoteles Daikun on starcruiser Ophelia reporting. Right now we left the warp jump. Ork fleet approaching. Damn! The orcs know we're coming!>>



<< Supreme Lord General Alexander Ross. XII° imperial army reporting. Avoid contact with the ork fleet at all costs. Change the landing point to the first destination helpful. Proceed with the landing of the eighteenth blitzkrieg regiment and the titan legion. You have ten hours to complete the mission, after the disengagement will be impossible. Do not risk the fleet. Proceed.>>



Planet: Fungus
Sector: Lostlands
Relevance: Hold the incoming ork tank army.
Force: XVIII° imperial PANZER blitzkrieg army.
Danger Level: High. Ambush fail. Lost number superiority.



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ARMY
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<< Supreme Commander Damat Rustem Pasha at General Aristoteles Daikun. Huge ork tanks column on the horizon. Shoot-and-scoot maneuver completed, proceed peacefully towards Gorka. Panzer division begins deployment maneuver, we must face the ork tanks. General evacuation and disengagement point received. We will be there Sir General.>>
Supreme commander Damat Rustem Pasha, XVIII° panzer blitzkrieg division.

OST - Iron Maiden - Different World








<< ...The "Evil" can be born from piety itself, from excessive love of God or of the truth, as the heretic is born from the saint and the possessed from the seer. Fear prophets, Adso, and those prepared to die for the truth, for as a rule they make many others die with them, often before them, at times instead of them. Jorge did a diabolical thing because he loved his truth so lewdly that he dared anything in order to destroy falsehood. Jorge feared the second book of Aristotle because it perhaps really did teach how to distort the face of every truth, so that we would not become slaves of our ghosts. Perhaps the mission of those who love mankind is to make people laugh at the truth, to make truth laugh, because the only truth lies in learning to free ourselves from insane passion for the truth.">>
Umberto Eco. 986M2.Holy-TERRA - the Name of the Rose



Battlefield:
- field: 120 x 240 cm

Victory condition and campaign effect:
- victory condition: classic tournament without break the spirits
Campaign effect:
* Draw: Siege of Gorka length 8 turns
* Imperial victory: Siege of Gorka length 9 turns
* Ork victory: Siege of Gorka length 7 turns

TURN 0. DEPLOY.



The massive imperial heavy armoured army advances strongly compact, two leman russ columns followed by some super armored divisions, under the command of Damat Rustem Pasha, following tactics as old as mankind.



A huge cloud of sand as a background behind them. But another cloud on the horizon, and far more massive, advancing relentlessly. The ork army unfolds: dozens of smoking chimneys, deafening mufflers, huge stompers loads of heavy weapons, roaring metal between coarse shouts and war cry. The army of the Blood Axe Warboss Kundra Von Grinda "Da Desert FOrX", left a few hours earlier from Gorka has come to wreak havoc, forcing his opponents to divide their forces.



Edited by Radgraglio - 14/4/2021, 13:32

TURN 1
Initiative: ORKS

<<each tank will forsake today on the battlefield will backfire, sooner rather than later, somewhere, in this damn galaxy, patched in the ork manner.>>
Anonymous soldier. XVIII° panzer blitzkrieg army. Planet Fungus.

<<soldiers of the eighteenth regiment! Don't underestimate our opponent. Their tank compared to ours are little more than a pile of plates stacked on each other, but they dominate in number, and many of those battlewagons, especially their battle fortresses, are equipped with the deadly ork's heavy weapons. They are faster than us, each front must execute his orders to the letter. Every commissar, every lieutenant and division commander received very specific orders. And could the Emperor protect us! We will do his will THUNDER one more time in these lost lands!>>
Commander Damat Rustem Pasha, XVIII blitzkrieg army.

OST - AC/DC - Thunderstruck (Official Video)


The two army can now observe their opponents on the horizon, when a stillness descends on the sinister desolate desert. Only the silence of the wind whistling a song of death among the narrow sands Gorka. Suddenly, a chorus of potholes, an orchestra of engines breaks the silence, the entire ork's army sings his war song, a crackling metal song that freezes the blood, and launche them into assault.
On the left side, nine battle fortresses lurk near the Big Boulder, crucial objective for the imperial army, setting off a firestorm against the II° leman russ heavy tank detachment and Shadowsword behind him. With a "thud" the support Shadowsword is torn in two and four tanks are destroyed or rendered inoperative. Two ork fighta bomma "stuka" squadron soar in the grey sky, as crows they jump on the Deathstrike missile launchers and the vulture squadron: two vulture crash down when a deathstrike missile hovers in the air, starting with his powerful destructive warhead, but the shot is inaccurate, technicians under fire wrong coordinates and the imperial lethal weapon sinks into the sand, creating a spectacular as useless warp vortex. Also on the left side, a first stompa mob bold advances towards the imperial line, but is soon joined by three mighty volcano cannon shots, precise and fast against the soopa Stompa that is torn before collapsing on itself with a deafening clang. The columns of smoke from the destroyed wagons begin to dye the gray charcoal black sands of Hell-Almein.









Seeing the right flank hand critically endangered, Damat order at the main forces in the middle to open up and go quickly in support on the right side. A mechanized infantry detachment march near the stormblades super heavy company, at the very moment in which they unleashed their fearsome plasma cannon, followed by a storm of missiles that completely destroys a battlefortress' column. However, the turmoil and chaos of this rapid wear out of the right front, and the change of directives throws into confusion the 47th Baneblade super heavy tank and the stormtrooper detachment "Kyrie", who can only make a rambling advanced on the central front, cut off from hot spots of the battle. Orks soon send another column of tanks on the weak imperial side as reinforcement, while the second stompers mob moves quickly opening fire on Shadowsword super heavy tank detachment. A Marauder bomber squadron drops from the sky, followed by two thunderbolt, but the ork's huge war engines seem unstoppable. The orks in the middle consolidate their position.







On the left side there's something strange. The orcs don't advance! The kult of speed, followed by the Kundra Big Boss on battlewagon and a column of tanks go on overwatch waiting for the human invader, while the left side of the imperial forces, with a march, advance straight toward them: a mechanized infantry detachment and 96° Baneblade super heavy tank, followed at short distance by the imperial rough riders.



Quickly supreme commander Damat Rustem Pasha communicates via vox device the first updates of the clash to his superior General Aristoteles Daikun, but the fate is still uncertain: the battle has just begun and more than something has already gone wrong.





ARMY STATUS END TURN 1: download

TURN 1. end turn.
ORKS: 2 (defend the flag, they will not pass)
IMPERIAL: 0

Edited by Radgraglio - 14/4/2021, 13:31

TURN 2
Initiative: ORKS

<<this is time to Nuts up! Or shut up!>>
Vasily Zaitsev, standard-bearer XVIII° imperial armored heavy tank blitzkrieg army.

OST - W.A.S.P. - The Last Command




[Commissar Holt on TC Strike again]
*Fasztest Skumbagg a speedkulter nob, cosseting the accelerator with joy in his scarred seamy face while sitting on his MOTACYKLE!%# a brand new stuff developed and kustomized by Big Mek-Kek-Tek-Rek&Roll.
*A massive line of smoke and steel were to be seen in the front, kannon shots and rokkits shootad at the right.*
~Heheheh, oh boy, it will be soon our turn to roll up and chew da humies!~ *thought the speednob, boss of the left flank kult of speed.*
-Oi! *Fasztest Skumbagg yelled at a speedkulter boy, named Feddel.* Boot da grotz to load the bummaz fasta! 'e gona knokk-knokk on dar steel plates!
-Roga dat boss! *Feddel jumped off from his rusty warbike, and hurried to the ammo krates the grotz piled up and reloading the skorchas, warbuggies from.*
-Fasta! Fasta! *He started kicking each grotz with ammo in hand right at the dakka hungry speedkulters light machinery.*
*At this point the radios cracked and the Warboss LambaGi spoken.*
-Kundra Big Boss and tankz! Fasztest Skumbagg and Sfreakz! It is da Warboss speakin'! Da taime for kunningnez, and bruhality haz kome! Da humies are koming your way, so dis gona be a good faight!
*Fasztest Skumbagg pushes the accelerator bone max, the MOTACYKLE!%# burps out black smokes.
Kararararaarraa-Vrooooooooooooooommmmmm.*
-Let's rolla! YEEEEHHHHHAAAAAA!! *The speednob tear along to the imperial lines, while Warboss LambaGi finishes.*
-So wait in overwatch and gun-gun da humies as they approacs!
*First all the ork line start laughing, as Skumbagg rolls towards completely alone but soon they get confused as he don't stop.*
-Hey Veddel! *A skorcha handler BahLonzo shouts to his convine.* Why, s da boss not stoppin'?
-Beakoze Big Mek-Kek-Tek-Rek&Roll missed to build brakes into his ride!
-Woot?! Whyz he done that?
-Beakoze from now on, I'm da new speedboss!

The tactics of Desert FORX is revealed when the orks on the right imperial flank fiercely counterattack. The soopa Stompa, followed by six "smaller" stomper unleashed a heavy firestorm on the leman russ company that half hour later created a protective semicircle over the big boulder. Half of the tanks are severely damaged and reduced to littlemore than clusters of steaming plates. The commander Damat try prompt retaliation, but the columns of ork tanks advance rapidly, from the right and the middle of the battlefield, unleashing an hurricane of heavy fire. The first of the two Shadowswords super heavy tank detonates in a huge explosion, the shot had penetrated the plasma reactor. The second, reached by a devastator ray collapses on the right side, bogged down in the sands, while a mighty fire breaks in two his fearsome volcano cannon. Damat immediately orders the infantry mechanized company to reach the weak front and open fire on the battlefortress. A few minutes later, alive of the cannonade of half an hour before, what remains of the first company of leman russ recklessly engages the fortresses. A terrible exchange of cannons, but the orcs finally recede. The company backs off quickly in the desert, but the last fortress is reached by the second deathstrike missile, and with a roar and a flash glow fades between the eddies of sand, directly in the warp. Imperial forces attempt to consolidate the front, quickly the sentinel detachment advance, but are immediately forced to retreat by the return fire of the ork tanks.

















On the middle, the stormtroopers Kyrie deatchment with a double move reaches the battlewagon of the Big Boss Kundra, but orks are there waiting for them, tenaciously on alert, waiting for their enemy, following an unusual strategy. A column of ork tanks breaks away from the center and brings his heavy weapons in front of the Imperial Baneblade company, and once again, the wind of luck bless the orc attack. Two Baneblades are forced to retreat, leaving behind the third shattered.



On the left side, Damat order at the baneblades company, the rough riders platoon and at his HQ company to approach at fire range the ork front, requiring all air support also available. A storm of fire, Lascannon, battlecannon, the two thunderbolt whizzing in the sky, followed by Marauder bombers, but the orcs are entrenched, posted, responsive to enemy fire, the kult of speed is targeted by a firepower that would otherwise have annihilated opponents far more formidable, but not today. The ork stukas, in two waves, railed against the stormotrooper, reducing the detachment at half of its starting quota, forcing it to flee. Suddenly, Kundra order to break the overwatch at the whole ork front, and to face da "hummie" enemy. The kult of speed, his mob on battlewagon and a column of tanks advance rapidly in range of engagement with the Damat HQ detachment. The human general and da' ork blood axe "Ghèneralz" can almost see their opponent, a challenge that echoes between the columns of smoke and sand in the desert. A challenge for supremacy. The orcs focuses their fire on the baneblades company, also forced at a strategic retreat, having to leave behind a super heavy tank in flames.

















When Damat Rustem Pasha receives the war bulletins from the various fronts, soon realizes that victory is now out of hand, unless a miracle happens. All ork tanks retreating consolidated and are coming back in a second wave, but he can't say the same about his forces. There are numerous detachments disorganized, and unfortunately, it is now clear even to his battlefield assistants that the only possible way is to force and keep the orcs here as long as possible, thus giving time to his superior Daikun to besiege Gorka. The wind blows cruel among the dense sandy expanses of Hell-Almein, pulling with it the screams of the dying and dense, black columns of smoke and flames.



ARMY STATUS END TURN 2: download

TURN 2. end turn.
ORKS: 0
IMPERIAL: 0

Edited by Radgraglio - 14/4/2021, 13:31

TURN 3
Initiative: ORKS

<<damn! This Ork Warboss deserves the reputation that brings with it: fox. His maneuvers on the field ... These tactics are imperial tactics, he use our codex imperial "tactica" against us! Blood axes ... soldiers of fortune! I hope he has learned the art of diplomacy too, in his dealings with the imperium, should the battle go wrong.>>
Commander Damat Rustem Pasha at his standardbearer.



OST - Motörhead - Crazy Like A Fox


Commander Damat Rustem Pasha looks astonished the ground in front of his mechanized infantry detachment, and the ork hordes stand in a pincer encircling him. Late, too late for start a disengagement, or also a retreat. The point of no return has been passed, the rough riders platoon have already launched their charge, but now on the left front nothing can be done. he Grit his teeth, would scream, but would prefer to shot itself, rather than waver in front of his soldiers. He regret, he, one of the finest commanders of the twelfth army, fell into the ork's trap.

Warboss Kundra, riding his battlewagon, with a huge megaphone shout the assault order, and as an invasion of locusts the entire kult of speed and his warhorde rampage the HQ imperial detachment. At nothing help the battlecry of the commissar. The soldiers fall under the bloodthirsty ork's axes, screaming, trying to escape but end up swept under the ork wartracks. The few Leman Russ and the chimera tanks are destroyed and invaded by dozens of orks armed with grenades. In a few minutes, only two chimera, two leman russ and a hydra leave the bloody field, a handful of survivors, including Damat, leaving behind a pile of dead bodies and tank in flames. The rough riders, impacting against the kult of speed, fight like heroes. The entire strategy has failed, a dozen riders in the rubble of the HQ detachment charge for the first and last time, destroying three scorcher and a couple of warbikes, forcing the kult of speed to retreat; but the only two survivors are trapped and killed by the support fire of the Kundra's warhorde. The left front has collapsed.











In the middle the battlefield is under the ork domain. Two columns of tanks quiclky move and cut out the retreat road at the imperial forces retreating on the left side, destroying, in their advance, another Baneblade superheavy tank.





The right flank still holds up. Heroically, the only leman russ heavy tank platoon still operative, with the support of a large mechanized infantry detachment, engange two battlefortresses and four battlewagon, reducing them to a pile of twisted and steaming metal. Turning of 180°, the mechanized infantry detachment opens a sustained fire against the imminent stompa mob, destroying two stomper: but it was too late, the soopa Stompa opens fire against two Stormblade and a Shadowsword at half kilometer on their line of fire, forcing the three superheavy tank to retreat. In the ash-gray sky of Fungus, some stuka contrails announce an imminent air attack, four missiles strike the sentinel platoon, destroying two walker.















It's over. The imperial army breaks the lines, the columns of the battered leman russ begin global disengagement maneuvers, the slow super heavy tank retreat at full speed, damaged, steaming. The survivors abandon the wounded, when they can't rescue them inside the chimera tank. More than fifty percent of the Imperial Army was annihilated, while the ork's army has barely been scratched. The daring escape into the lostlands, however, is aborted immediately. On the global vox devices of every detachments, like a whisper defeated but still proud, comes the Commander Damat Rustem Pasha's voice: << soldiers of the eighteenth blitzkrieg regiment, I order you to consolidate your position. Do not open fire against the orcs. I, our standardbearer and the few survivors of my regiment have fallen into the hands of the fierce orc. Regroup and procede to the starting approach point in right column formation. Could the God Emperor forgive us. We lost. I will answer for my actions. Wait for my new order; if it does not arrive in the next half hour, the chain of command will return directly into the hands of our General Aristoteles Daikun.>>

IMPERIAL PLAYER DECLARE HIMSELF: DEFEATED
ORKS VICTORY
Siege of Gorka turn lenght: 7. One less from the basic value, because soon the blood axe army will return to the ork citadel.

ARMY STATUS END TURN 3: download

TURN 3. end turn.
ORKS: 3 (defend the flag, they will not pass, take and hold)
IMPERIAL: 0



Supreme commander Damat Rustem Pasha calmly exits from the chimera tank: he, his field's assistants, his standardbearer, the soldiers survived, with a proverbial calm stand in front of the ork horde, according to the codex imperialis, surrounded by dozens of ork tanks, their guns ready to fire. A battlewagon moves out from the ork column. The soldiers throw down their rifles. The battlewagon stops at fifteen meters and stops its quiet advance. With order, oddly enough, with a ridiculous march marked by a grotesque imperial military parody come out a dozen ork nobz, headed by an ork not so huge, but decked out in an equally ridiculous way: a commissar hat on his head which has been ripped the imperial eagle and in its place there are two crossed axes, some medals, patches, rings and trophies of various kinds. Kundra and his "staff" advances towards Damat. For Damat everything is clear: just one sign from Kundra and what remains of his regiment will be swept away in a second from the face of the galaxy.



<<squig Hey! Hummie Ghèneralz! I cnow yà! Commander Damat!>>
<<squig what? Salute to you, Kundra Von Grinder "Desert Fox", this day is your, you have defeat us.>>
<<this iz clear at all mein reghimentz and yours. So...>>
<<i think that we can speak as two gentlem... as two gentleork, Blood Axe commander.>>
<<i fhink we can only talk about your capitulation, hummie.>>
<<ok, kundra: what are your terms?>>
<<da' war iz a bargain, Damat. I do many trade in thiz galaxy, and many more in dhese borderlands. The war iz money, and time az well. You need time, I, money, and I'm never satisfied. Mein conditions are two: all da' imperial tankz destroyed, immobilized or damaged must be left on da' field. On "Dried-fig" Planet there iz a factory, run by a very skilled Mak, which fill me of thousands fangs until the overflow of my chest for this wreckages! And another thing: I want da' 18° regiment's standard. Heirloom that will doubla' mein salary when da' bastards of your BigBoss will call me "to do" thoze military actionz that you, for not dirty your hands, not leave to do.>>
<<the lives of my men and the way clear in the retreat. Zaitsev, turn to him the standard.>>
<<it seems to me a "great deal" well done, Hummie. Get back beyond da' borders, there iz nothing good for ya' here. You place too much faith in your big boss. Too much, old Damat. I concede ya da honors ov war. 'arewell.>>
<<this crazy ork clan had a strange sense of "honour". Zaitsev, dispatch the order at all the mechanized company, ready to disengagement, march to the evacuation point!>>

OST - Motörhead - I Don't Believe A Word


<<i don't even want to know, Supreme Commander Damat, how did you extricate yourself from this defeat, and I will not ask you in future. it Can remain a secret. I want results and the result is that our forces are en route to our landing space ships, and is enough for me. our army is right now completing the approach maneuvers, Gorka is on the horizon. May the God Emperor give us the good fortune that you haven't had. Over.>>
General Aristoteles Daikun when Gorka finally appears on the horizon.

Next scenario: The Siege of Gorka

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Edited by Radgraglio - 14/4/2021, 13:31