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<< Je don't give a fuck! They are only a hundred! A hundred! ...et vous ętes thousands! Atrudorstan's pass doit tomber! >> Geza JarrJareth, Napoleork's will.++ LC27 Airstrike mission Wotar9836-866 ++
++ Ground attack maneuver ++
++ Objective: Break the enemy's light artillery formation on quadrant ADl698-y.1 ++
++ Targets aquired. Land raider and devastator detachments ready to go ++
++ All weapon system ready ++
++ LC27 Airstrike mission Wotar9836-866 ++
++ Deploy on the ground in 5 seconds ++
++ Go! Deploy and fire ++Fast as the lightning, as Odin's lightning, the landing craft circumnavigates the battlefield, darting over the heads of the goff boyz, that in vain shake their axes to the sky, spreading volleys of machine guns. And just as fast, the vessel, thanks at a technology available only at the Astartes, lands on the ground in front of the deathskulls mob, dropping four land raiders and two rhino tanks. Within moments, the rhinos disembark twenty long fangs, devastators.
A perfect deployment, accurate to the millimeter. The big gunz open fire breaking their overwatch, destroying a land raider, but within minutes a terrible firestorm surrounds them. Half a dozen big gunz is destroyed, while more than half battlewagons are reduced to smoldering metal sheets by the lascannons of the land raiders.
What remains of the mighty orks artillery, awkwardly, flees in open ground, in disarray.
The III° gray hunters detachment moves. Received precise orders from Strike cruiser Wolfborn, thirty marines and two dreadnoughts advance in front of the devastators and land raiders, taking cover from them and at the same time protecting them from a possible close combat retaliation. In few minutes, where before there was an immense orc horde of big gunz, now stand gloriously a space wolves army.
The huge blood axes mob, given the bad turn of the events, advances on the left side of the stronghold conquered by the goff, and under a firestorm finally destroys what's left of the bikes policemen platoon. The orcs prepare the final offensive.
Atrudorstan's pass must fall.
++ TH11 Airstrike mission Agar66.1 ++
++ Ground assault maneuver ++
++ Objective: Obliterate the light artillery formation and break the main orc target on quadrant ADl698-y.2 ++
++ Targets aquired. Sky claws detachment ready to go ++
++ All weapon system ready ++
++ deployment in flight ++
++ For Russ! Strike from the sky brothers! ++The north wind blows impetuous on the battlefield, and at the wolf lure the sky rips again when a thunderhawk gunship, following the wake of the landing craft, flies over the landed space marines army. Directed to the few big gunz in disarray it launches the ground assault. The skyclaws fly to their targets when the gunship is still in flight, and within moments the big gunz are swept away in a fierce and unbearable melee.
Five nobz in tow are fighting wildly, wounding or killing about ten marines, but within minutes the massacre is completed, and with the annihilation of their artillery, the victory for the orcs is no longer certain. An event that breaks their spirits.
At the center of the battlefield the battle rages relentlessly. The volcano cannon, for the second time, aims the mighty gunfortress equipped with a deadly Soopa zzapp gun, and opens fire. An accurate shot, devastating. The gunfortress is ripped, and abandons the column of goff tanks adrift, only to crash and burn in open ground. But the exchange of fire is immediate, and the gunwagons answer wildly, severely damaging the imperial super heavy tank, forced to retreat, half-destroyed.
The orks' pincer is getting closer. On the left imperial side the evil sunz prepare for fire, waiting for the kult of speed, to re-form a formidable army ready to attack; which, together with the blood axes and goffs hordes on the opposite side, will crush on both sides the last imperial stronghold.
<< I walk among you, brothers! We're not born to wait their assault, we are the assault. Chaaaarrge, Fenrisian! Chaaaaarge for me! Charge for Russ! Bjorn Stormwolf. Wolf Lord of the Stormwolf great company.
The orks' maneuvers are sudden, subtle. Can fool an Imperial commander, but not a sidereal Lord, victorious warrior of hundreds battles. At the warcry of their Lord the terminators, the grey hunters and the land speeders come out from their trenches, and under the astonished eyes of the evil sunz run ahead. The speed freaks countercharge, but the glorious rush of the space wolves is unstoppable. The Drop Rock shoots down a land speeders, even without killing its pilots, while the other four unleash their multi meltas against the red battlefortress, melting it into a pile of unrecognizable metal sheets.
Warbikes, wartracks and scorchas return fire in a fierce firefight, but in front of them are the Emperor's finest, and in few minutes, on the ruins of the bad moons mob, even the evil sunz are crushed. Only the big boss, thirty boyz and a truck escape the slaughter, to regroup outside the stronghold, now lost.
As jumped out, the space wolves regroup on their starting positions, well protected in the trenches. An aura of Death around them. Who approaches them, dies. And terror, like a dark wave, comes back in the orks's faces. The wolves of Fenris are in front of them, fearless.
In center field the mekboy dragsters move fast, and open fire against the central stronghold, contributing with the other two tanks columns at a terrible siege.
In the meantime, Orks mob in disarray gather around the Kommandos mob, forming a rambling army. One after another they come, opening fire on the landed thunderhawk, but the mighty hull of the gunship resists the impact of hundreds and hundreds of bullets, holding the position.
At this point, the mighty landing craft, activating its elevator reactors, lifts off, and whizzing over the ork flak tanks' bullets, which damage it, flies over the central stronghold and takes off, for a next, difficult mission. Asymmetric warfare. Astartes tactic.
Many space marines of the Stormwolf great company are injured, but few fallen. Warriors covered of glory. They will fight to the end. Victory, or death. In two repeated Planetfall the orks were decimated by the warrior fury of the space wolves and the unexpected courage of the imperial guards. The imperial HQ mechanized infantry regiment prepares an overwatch, along with the scout marines detachment on the trenches. Atrudorstan's pass, between primordial orkish screams and angrily growls, seethes with fire, thunders, and columns of smoke like a hellish pit. Maybe the day is not lost, but the night is not over yet.
TURN 3. End turn.ORKS WAAAGH: 0
ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 3 (blitzkrieg, take and hold, break the spirit)
Edited by Radgraglio - 14/4/2021, 14:04
