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<< Princeps Herzog, the sacrifice of the veteran princeps Wagner Dacoj allowed us to get out of this terrible cul-de-sac. Now you are elected as operative command center on the battlefield. Accordingly to Dacoj's new battleplan you'll receive from me the next tactical maneuvers. This day will be ours, He didn't die in vain. >>General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers, supreme commander of the reconquest of Kepler Secundus.The echoes of the defeat on Logar square arrive to Warlord Zorba, that from the head of his Great Gargant, the command center of his entire army, notes and coordinates his hordes with megaphones, Gretchin relays, and other amazing as crazy methods. And Zorba wants a place of honor in the final breakdown of Galrsian, and Zorba wants for himself this city. Streetwise ork forged by numerous battles, his cunning is perhaps second only to that of the same Napoleork, so say some freebooterz saboteurs caught behind the imperial lines trying to save their life in vain. And so, taking advantage of the inherent speed of the orks, the hordes, defeated but not subdued, redeploy into a terrible pincer maneuver.
A death Koptas brigade moves fast from the space port near the imperial humvees in disarrey, and forces one to leave the battlefield, seriously damaged. This the signal expected by the speed freaks warband, which with a march on the road, gets and occupies together with the bad moon clan the space port, while behind it on the street redeploy the blood axes mounted on thier battlefortress, disciplined mob.
On the opposite side, on the devastated lands, an ork warhorde moves forward and is thrown in the street. The conquering march to the imperial primary objective began at the shadow of the towering flames of Implacabilis Vindictae, crashed to the ground.
The crude ork horns resonate, and quickly the warbike outiriders and the immense kult of speed forward like an arrows, changing front with their roaring engines. A cloud of black tar that is torn, and a huge horde of warbikes, warbuggies, wartracks and scorchas invades the rear of the orks. The call of speed, the call of explosion, the call of booty makes them crazy. Crazy for victory, crazy of speed.
How do they move? Even now it's an open point on the desks of the greater tech-priests of Mars, and yet it moves. With huge steps, the Colossus of metal sheets, the boiling, smoking belly, the Great Gargant Aggro-rolla advances rapidly, reaching the ork mob over the small bridge. It's time for victory, it's time for triumph. At all costs. it's a question of will.
...and it moves only because the ork trust it.
The ork pincer! The maneuvers of the orks don't go unnoticed, and from the command bunker arrive immediate new plans from General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers, supreme commander of the reconquest of Kepler Secundus, to face the new threat. The imperial infantry regiments redeploy. The XXII° infantry regiment, with its griffon tanks moves and occupies the top of the northern access ramp, while the XXI° infantry regiment, with its three leman russ and hellhounds march down of it. The XI°, composed as the XXI°, is sent to patrol the eastern access ramp of Finnich square, followed quickly by Verbum Caelestis warlord titan. Full of ire, ire for revenge! It's time to redeploy, it's time to prepare the final tactic. It's time for vendetta.
Logar square is a cauldron of fire, a dense black cloud, fueled by the fires of the burning buildings, dreadnoughts and ork stompas in flames. It remains as a funeral robe, torn only by the high column of the patriarch of the Logar house, that tall and proud, golden, seems to watch the Great Gargant directly in the eyes. Defiantly, as if to say:
this city is ours!
This city... is ours.
TURN 3. End turn.ORKS WAAAGH: 2 (defend the flag, break the spirit)
ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 2 (defend the flag, Obj. Bridge)
Edited by Radgraglio - 14/4/2021, 14:13
