09 - Galrisian - КАПИТУЛЯЦИЯ, The stormwolves Space wolves great company approach on Atrudorstan sector after the destruction of the imperial south armies.
<< I will not say unnecessarily pompous words, or vaguely encouraging. The gravity of the situation is now clear at all. General Liu Bocheng, are underway maneuvers for an immediate continental counteroffensive towards the first of the three orc city of the north. We have to lay siege to the fort of Grond, and we have to see it to capitulate quickly. The space wolves are coming. Stop the orks here, or we will see them swarming and lay siege to our southern cities. >> Supreme General Lord Joseph Petrescu. Supreme Commander of the ground operations for the liberation of Galrisian.
A tense silence, tragic, a silent scream, pervades the entire front line. Fear runs fast, damning, creeping, infecting from one stronghold to another, along the trenches, bunkers. At the avalanche of fire sudden bursts the avalanche of steel. From the indistinct mass of ork tanks and trucks six mekboy speedstas move, protected by a force field generated by two dragsters. Inside the ball is a shiny glitter of lightning and wildly colored electric flashes. When the speedstas open fire the bubble is deformed, and let escape a vortex of missiles, death and Lifta Droppa rays. The fire fall on the defensive line on the imperial left flank, occupied by the citizen militia, fortunately, causing no casualties, but only some wounded.
The citizen militia regiment closes ranks, while a roar of engines and mufflers dominates deafening everything. The minions of Napoleork unleash a terrible psychological warfare and terror spreads among the imperial soldiers forcing the regiment's commissars to shoot some soldiers to keep the other in position. Behind the speedstas move the most massive gunwagons column, with their heavy weapons. The shelling pounds the entrenched militia positions, and the gunfortress' Soopa zzapp gun hits and nearly destroys the outer bunkers, killing half a dozen soldiers.
The imperial regiment perched in the center stronghold confirms its overwatch order, while in front of it the blood axes horde moves, slowly, hiding behind a large rocky outcrop formed during the apocalyptic impact of the meteorite. Alongside them, perched in the ruins, the Kommandos lurk ready to fire, in overwatch. The orks move tactically, nobz and warbosses have been well forged and instructed with the subtle and effective tactics of Napoleork.
Behind the stronghold already struck, the military police platoon mounted on warbikes advances for few meters, confused about the plans. The order to protect the outpost, advancing in the no man's land doesn't run, or perhaps it never arrived. Ahead of them the citizen militia regiment is still standing in overwatch. Three leman russ tanks, the few survived tanks of a destroyed regiment merged in the militiamen, rotate nervously their battlecannons, looking for targets. And soon, too soon, their demand is met.
The speed freaks Warband, a dozen wagons and wartracks led to battle by a huge battlefortress throw themselves quickly forward, starting from the ork's western side directly in front of the militia's stronghold. The soldiers resist, rifles in hand, lascannons ready to fire. Meter, by meter, by meter, the voltage wire, already tense, breaks and the order is shouted out loud by the imperial commander: Fireee! The regiment opens fire, and moments later, is reached by the returning fire. An exchange of cannons, big gunz, machine guns and rifles. The flame throwers of the scorchas devastate the bunkers already struck, burying the occupants in a triumph of flames. The great evil sunz warhorde arrived, but although the fire was massive, only five trucks and twenty soldiers have fallen.
With the speed freaks warhorde the entire right ork flank runs forward. The warbike outriders mob surrounds the evil sunz horde, protecting them as vanguard and patrolling the stronghold in front of them. Behind them, a warhorde, retinue of Napoleork, throws gasoline on the fire, shelling the stronghold and pushing the whole evil sunz army for the next, devastating assault. Still behind, a kult of speed forward and hides behind a large rocky outcrop, creating a massive force for the second assault wave, if it ever will be something left to devastate.
While the last imperial formations confirm the order of overwatch, in the central front the deathskulls big gunz mob advances and occupies the ruins of the imperial stronghold in front of them, wiped out by the atomic holocaust days ago, still smoking. Around them, eight death koptas patrol the area, protecting them and the adjacent gunwagons blitz brigade.
On the right flank, the goff warhorde moves inside the huge crater, while the second blitz brigade remains firmly in overwatch, protecting their advance.
No one knows, among the imperial ranks. which warboss command the ork assault, but instead of the classic pincer maneuver, the orcs have launched a deep assault on the left flank, gradually bringing their central and western forces to create a wave progressively away from the contact line. A shrewd maneuver, a sign that Napoleork for this infamous attack has definitely deployed some of his excellent and devious strategists.
<< Hurry, space wolves. For the God Emperor! Save us! >> General Liu Bocheng, Commander awarded of the defense of the southern front of Galrisian.
"Where are the Space Marines? Here we don't see anyone! No one will come! We're doomed" The terror of being abandoned, of have been betrayed and sent to a useless front for the whim and vanity of few incompetent generals, towards a useless massacre is very high among the imperial ranks and spread among the soldiers, it's whispered in vox devices, permeates trenches and bunkers. The silence is deafening in the trenches. Pallid, the soldiers look towards a black future, but it's on the imperial left flank that the massacre is looming. Overwhelming forces, unstoppable, on the verge of launching the assault. The central stronghold, in overwatch, can open fire and try to diminish the next invasion, but the avalanche is too big to be torn down before it can conquer the outpost.
The rifles are trembling in the trenches, militiamen, men torn from their factories to which, on the run, a rifle was put in their hands. Eyes, vitreous of terror, staring beyond the improvised parapets. The men try to communicate, but the cacophony of dozens of crude engines confuses everything. Three leman russ tanks, perched in the ruins, reload their battlecannons and prepare to fire. In front of them, demons of speed, red and flaming, maddened by adrenaline, by the roar of their engines and the thunder of the battle, are ready to throw themselves upon them and conquer the stronghold.
They stand. In fear of fear.
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TURN 1. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 2 (defend the flag, they will not pass) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 0
