09 - Galrisian - КАПИТУЛЯЦИЯ, The stormwolves Space wolves great company approach on Atrudorstan sector after the destruction of the imperial south armies.
<< You shall not pass, green bastards! We are the vengeance of the north, and we are upon you. >> Bjorn Stormwolf. Wolf Lord of the Stormwolf great company.
The imperial soldiers, around at their commander and commissar, huddle in cohort, rifles in hand. Bayonets ready. The wind, cruel and lonely, sweeps mercilessly the raw rocky outcrop. Their eyes run to the columns of tanks and wartracks around them. A mute, glorious, tense silence that suddenly breaks: << Today, we will die as the Astartes! For the Emperor! >> At that cry, the kult of speed launches the assault, while the mighty Space Wolves Landing Craft is in flight, but it's too late.
The kult of speed bursts into the imperial ranks, now under the massif and pitiless support fire of the speedstas and gunwagonz. Half a dozen warbikes remain on the ground, but the regiment, fighting as lion, is swept away, and their standard, trampled by wild tracks.
++ LC27 Airstrike mission Wotar9836-867 ++ ++ Ground attack maneuver: engage ++ ++ Objective: destroy the enemy tanks and secure the area on quadrant ADl698-G ++ ++ Targets aquired. landing procedure ++ ++ For Russ! Assault and Fire! ++
The landing craft approaching observes the martyrdom of the last imperial regiment, and the lupine anger flares up. Fangs, claws, the fury overflows among the grey hunters, ready to launch the attack. Vengeance! Vengeance!
With a perfect maneuver, the landing craft lands, dropping three land raiders who immediately advance and open fire on the gunwagons, while the glorious charge of the III° Grey Hunters detachment with its two dreadnoughts overwhelms the speedstas, penetrating beyond the dragasters' shield. In less than a minute, both columns of tanks are reduced to a pile of smoldering wreckage.
Without losing a single man, the space marines regroup around the land raiders near the landing craft, forming a impassable as protective wedge to defend the pass.
The blood axes, forced back on their objectives the hour before prepare an overwatch fire, now completely crushed in defense, while nearby their right secondary objective falls into the hands of the Astartes. The skyclaws intercept in flight the last two death koptas on patrol, and without trouble crash them to the ground.
The Goffs horde perched on the outer Imperial stronghold consolidates, forcing to flee definitively the last nearby space wolves scouts. The impetus, the relentless assault of the Orcs collapsed, and now the space marines consolidated their position.
The Battle is over. While the latest, sporadic gun shots or bursts of bolters shake the air, the storm vanishes and the armies respectively take a step back from the contact line.
The space marines gather on their two remaining strongholds, permanently barring the way to the orc vanguard army. Skyclaws, gray hunters, terminators, land raiders, an army, now, unbeatable.
At the body count, eighteen space marine have fallen. Eight seriously injured, thirty slightly injured. The ones and the others will return to the battlefield, in a very short time. Five terminators just damaged, and a dozen vehicles destroyed. The Stormwolf great company has barely been scratched, while in front of them, thousands of orcs and a hundred tanks rest to the ground, slaughtered and destroyed, among uncountable columns of smoke. The unbeatable ork army crashed their face into the emperor's finest.
They were a hundred, but they came from Walhalla.
Having resisted, having prevented the orcs to break at Atrudorstan's pass, in the following week, this give enough time to organize sufficient regiments to compose a new, although of poor quality, imperial army of the south. The space marines, two days later, at the arrival of the mighty orks armies leave the pass, disturbing with sorties and ambush the ork's advance over the mountains. Meanwhile, the Imperial forces are able to build a new line of contact, keeping away from the southern cities the incoming clash. The situation, though serious, is now at least manageable.
<< There is no glory in sending against us lames, olds and kids. You fool... La guerre, has just begun. >> Geza JarrJareth, Napoleork's will.
TURN 5. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 1 (break the spirit) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 1 (break the spirit)
Military result: Draw Tactic result: lesser imperial victory DRAW
