As Bunglak's heavy axe hacked down, cracks and gaps rapidly appeared in the sturdy gate. The warriors stationed at the entrance could even see the axe carve dents into the door before being pulled back, making it shudder.
"Can we really stop something like this...?"
"Shut up!"
Everyone nervously aimed their lasguns at the gate. There had not been enough time to fully dismantle the machine guns from the upper fortress, and many soldiers were gasping heavily after rushing down too quickly in their panic.
Bang!
The gate finally collapsed under Bunglak's storm-like assault, crashing to the ground and kicking up dust.
"Fire!" At the veteran's command, every soldier fired a volley at the entrance, emptying every bit of energy from their rifles.
But Bunglak—"Thick Armor" Bunglak—would not be so easily defeated by the hot dakka used by these humies. He raised his axe blade, nearly as large as a door panel, over his head, while his two arms clad in heavy iron armor shielded his upper body. Under the soldiers' concentrated fire, he was completely unharmed.
"Wahahahaha! You humies think you can beat your 'Stomach-Shaker'?!"
Only at Bunglak's roar did the fortress soldiers notice what the Ork was wearing. That black-and-red commissar's coat did not fit him at all. On such a massive Ork, it looked especially tight. Forced onto him, the high-quality coat had split at the seams under Bunglak's solid, powerful muscles, stretched open with cracks everywhere.
"Throne above, that's a commissar's coat."
"He killed the commissar!"
Bunglak rolled his neck, feeling a stinging heat in the arm that had been blasted by the hot dakka, though he could still take it. Then he grabbed his axe and charged toward the soldiers stunned by the commissar's uniform in just a few strides.
One soldier fearfully raised his