The Space Wolves warriors swiftly emerged from their drop pods. So many warriors gathered in one place made a perfect artillery target, so they had to disperse quickly.
Bennett and White Fang led the charge, with Blood Claws close at their sides. A chainsword in one hand and a bolt pistol in the other gave them terrifying combat power at close and medium range.
Wodhaus stood with the Grey Hunters more skilled with ranged weapons around the drop pods, coordinating with the pods' machine-spirit-operated bolter turrets to cover White Fang and the others.
The Ork Boyz were stunned by the sudden attack. They fled in panic, seeking cover amid the deadly bolter fire.
Yet their fate was to be blown in half by precisely placed bolter rounds before they could reach it. The luckier Orks found a rock or a sheet of metal, and as their cover was blasted full of holes, they remembered their savage, warlike nature.
The moment they drew their guns and poked their heads out to return fire, they found a dark pistol barrel right in front of them.
Amid the merciless blasts, their entire heads exploded.
Several hundred gathered Ork Boyz in the landing zone were swiftly cleared out by the Space Wolves. On the blasted-open Ork corpses, there were scarcely any extra bullet marks to be seen.
Almost every shot was a kill.
The mole machine carrying Lin Fan's unit also surfaced from underground, and they swiftly disembarked and formed up.
Amid the field littered with Ork corpses, Kaiser Whitefang nodded to Lin Fan, then led the Wolves toward an Ork fortress echoing with booming cannon fire.
"All right! The angels have dealt with the landing! Let's head for the slave camp!"
Lin Fan gave the order. The enormous mole machine burrowed underground once