Warhammer 40k Fanfic - Reborn's Revenge

Chap. 18 - Calm Before the Storm

Soldier: - ENEMY FIRE! -

Harrus: - Colonel Tairon! Colonel Tairon! Do you receive me!? -

The commissioner did his best to contact his superior, but the chaos around him seemed to have cut off all types of communication. Hundreds of men from the Astra Militarum under their control fell before an unstoppable green tide that was bearing down on them, and from a distance, they saw with horror an imposing ork almost five meters tall leading the horde. An almost immortal colossus, with its imposing metal arm and carrying a large bolter in its flesh and blood hand. A Bolter that had the symbol of the Storm Hawks engraved on its side.

Harrus: - Colonel Tairon! They have stopped the first charge! We have lost more than half of the troops! We need help!  - He was screaming with all his might into the communications device, but there was no response.

Soldier: - Commissioner! We've lost the last Chimera! We won't be able to hold on any longer! What should we do!? COMMISSAR!? -

But even in the face of the screams of his subordinate, Commissioner Harrus was not able to react. No matter where I looked, all I saw was death and violence. A sea of blood and huniformed bodies of the Astra Militarum scattered everywhere.

Harrus: - May the Emperor protect us... - He said almost with his last breath.

Explosions and the roar of gunfire saturated the battlefield. Death lurked around every corner, and the brown floors of Aten III were bathed in the chilling crimson color of blood. What was once a polluted industrial world had now become one of the worst tragedies for humanity in the Sector Obscurum but... How did we come to this?

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Outskirts of the capital city of Atem III. An hour before...

David: - Warboss... We have brought you what seems to be the human leader of this world. -

Kanan had his back to the city, staring into the endless polluted skies of Atem III. The ork attack was so brutal and fast that the planet's defense forces were not able to resist even twenty minutes against the greenskin horde. It was so overwhelming that plans to defend the positions until the Calixus Crusade forces arrived were thwarted in the first minutes of battle. What was expected to be a resistance of five days, barely lasted half a rotation of the clock's minute hand.

A couple of weeks had passed since the assault on Cantus, and many things within the horde had changed, starting with the overwhelming number of greenskins, which reached the ridiculous number of millions. And at the same time, they now had more than a hundred warships armed to the teeth, capable of fighting fair combat with some small fleets of the navy of the Empire of Mankind.

The number of vehicles in their ranks had increased overwhelmingly which numbered in the hundreds of thousands including tanks, war chariots, light vehicles and dreznaut, as well as similar but smaller sized vehicles specialized for the grentchins.

And speaking of these, what was previously a small group of barely a thousand troops under the command of David, now numbered more than a quarter of a million, all carrying the fine imperial weaponry. Their comrades called them the "orkumis" as a mockery, but they gladly embraced that nickname and were now one of the most lethal forces of the entire horde, with their own armored vehicles and special units, as some very enthusiastic grentchins had developed especially fond of fire, and now they carried flamethrower mortlaes on their backs. They did not fight head-on, and they used to hide among the overwhelming numbers, and when they reached the trenches they came out, wreaking chaos among the enemy ranks with the fires of hell. But even more importantly, they learned to fight in squads.