Stuck in Warhammer 40k(isekai)

Siege, Part 2

  Author's note: hello everyone, I apologise for the long wait of this chapter and from now on I promise, this shall never happen again. An issue which I had is how I write my stories, by I did a rotary system where I would switch between them and only focus on one story...even if I had a writing block on it. This issue dragged on and on and combined with my personal life, made this chapter drag on further. But this issue shall not happen ever again as I have changed on how I organise my stories and the order I write them.

Also I am trying to be more descriptive and higher quality with my chapters now, I hope you all enjoy it.

3rd person

The holotable, now completely repaired, displayed Orion's forces. With Orion himself present, overseeing and commanding his troops, it was almost like playing Dawn of War... Orion smirked at this realisation, yet his every move felt as if there was a unseen weight on his shoulders. It felt akin to playing the Unification Mod, Survival Mode. However, unlike the game, this was reality and this time, his units had logic. Orion surveyed the chaos mutants incessantly attacking their lines, like a relentless wave of flesh and bone crashing against the Imperial Guard barricades and frontlines, only to be repelled by a barrage of las, bolter, and auto cannon. Each hab-block that had been captured now functioned as bunkers firing upon the main walkway, striking down the mutant horde. The stench of death and destruction had become a familiar presence for most of the guard...mostly

The enemy corpses began to decay along with the blood on the catwalk. They launched themselves with reckless abandon that constantly unsettled Orion. By now, the main catwalk, where the enemy reinforcements were coming from, was a gruesome mix of blood and bodies, with enemies clambering over their own dead to reach it. This was just a small skirmish in the grand scale of a war in the 41st millennium. Orion knew he needed to toughen up for the battles that lay ahead in the distant future, but he was struggling to do so.

The command centre of the fortress, which is being referred to by the guardsmen as the 'bloodied halls', was now the stronghold to repel the hordes. It took some time to clean, exorcise the technology, and repair the fortress to make it habitable, and the supply lines were now stretched thin. Orion was rotating units in and out of the frontline, of the fort's walls. The skitarii and Theta's tech priests were working tirelessly to ensure that all the captured technology from Mars in the arsenal was functioning. Orion kept observing the movement of new forces joining his own: Nell and the rest of the Lethan's 10th. Orion had kept the Ogryns in reserve for a reason, and now they were being brought into play for artillery support.

Leman Russ's cannons fired into the air as makeshift artillery...including the massive cannon of the old and battered baneblade. The Ogryns were ill-suited for this type of combat that they were currently embroiled in; the bridge over the cables of the generatorium required the warrior to maintain balance, something that Ogryns were not adept at, thus their role was to carry the massive shells and help the supply trains. Commander Joseph stood right next to Orion on the holotable chamber, coordinating artillery strikes and unlike when they met at first, he no longer appears out of his depth, as dozens of communication officers continued to operate the vox to coordinate the artillery.

Nevertheless, the ongoing battle and wear and tear were beginning to take their toll on his forces. Eyes sunken and red from lack of sleep were becoming a common sight, bodies were bruised and wounds were reopening. The equipment was also showing signs of strain, with gun barrels turning red hot from continuous firing into the hordes. Multiple lasguns' firing crystals were depleted in this way, causing sudden puffs of smoke and breakdowns in the firing lines or killboxes. Despite this, the tide of carnage continued unabated, and each bloody day brought forth even more bizarre mutations in the restless hordes. The hordes themselves appeared increasingly ragged, with many not even armed but sporting claws and horns. However, this actually worked in their favour, as with each passing day they looked less and less human, making it easier for the guardsmen(and Orion's) to pull the trigger