"The Orks are coming."
Every soldier said the same thing. They had grown accustomed to fending off the Orks' scattered, unplanned daily attacks and had become familiar with them, but now, after five days of ceasefire, they felt uneasy.
Although the legendary Commissar Yarrick had never said anything or shown any sign of retreat, the soldiers could still sense from the increasingly grim look on his poker face that the coming battle would be anything but ordinary.
We might all die on these positions...
The Ork horde, having spent five full days stockpiling its desire for battle and its equipment, crossed the first detection line, where quite a few concealed auspex skulls had been scouting them.
A vast number of ramshackle tanks and trucks maintained an astonishingly uniform speed, with Ork troops following behind them.
Whether deliberately or not, the Ork troops were arranged in exceptionally loose, free formations, making it little more than wishful thinking for a single shell to wipe out an entire squad.
The stream of armored vehicles slowly approached like a moving wall, blocking the hail of fire pouring from the Imperium's positions.
"Greenskin bombers incoming! Take cover!"
The enormous roar unique to Ork creations could be heard from afar. Anyone could hear those bombers trailing black smoke as they shuddered through the air.
The Hydra anti-aircraft guns and various fixed turrets on the ground were already prepared to fire on the Ork aircraft, shooting down one plane after another.
"They have no intention of stopping to bomb! What are they doing?"
Unlike before, these aircraft did not dive down to bomb the anti-aircraft positions in response to the provocation of ground fire. Instead, they ignored everything and continued flying deeper into the hive city.
Every Imperial officer felt a deep sense of dread. Today's Ork