"Move, move, move! Get your asses in gear! Build solid defensive positions, now! Those damned, vicious Orks will be charging us any moment!"
Urgent shouts from officers rang out continuously across the Astra Militarum landing zone.
Ever since the Defense Force had ceased its attacks on the transport ships, Velov had taken the lead in boarding one himself and personally descending upon Jesta.
His purpose in coming here had been clear: to personally command tens of millions of Astra Militarum soldiers and seize the defensive positions painstakingly built by those evil heretics in one stroke.
But what Velov had never expected was that the moment he set foot on Jesta, the Jesta system would come under Ork invasion. Vast numbers of Ork warships descended upon the planet.
Faced with this sudden turn of events, Velov was secretly shocked, yet showed no sign of panic. Calm and composed in the face of danger, he gave his orders:
"All Astra Militarum personnel, listen up! Immediately accelerate the construction of defensive fortifications! We must hold back the fierce assault of these savage beasts!"
For a time, dust filled the entire landing zone as machinery roared. Countless Astra Militarum soldiers clad in carapace armor began working with tense but orderly efficiency.
Some hauled enormous, heavy metal plates to construct trench lines, while others stood ready with all manner of advanced weaponry.
Just as Velov was fully focused on directing his troops in building the defensive positions, a shrill, piercing howl suddenly tore through the sky.
He abruptly looked up and saw countless shells streaking across the heavens overhead. Trailing long flames like bolts of lightning cutting through the sky, they hurtled with overwhelming force toward the Orks' landing site.
"Haha! Looks like these damned heretics still have some self-awareness. They know they still belong