After taking Queens, Guk immediately set about drawing up a new offensive plan.
Rather than a plan, it was more like a hunt. He spread several legions out and launched a full-scale assault on Dunwich from multiple directions at once.
With the Po River Defensive Line breached, the New California Republic's attempt to establish an outer defensive line swiftly came to nothing. They could only hastily build three lines of defense around Dunwich's outskirts, resisting attacks from the south, north, and east respectively.
After the earlier brutal fighting, many units were already battered beyond recognition, their formations in complete disarray. Dunwich Command reorganized these remaining forces and temporarily formed six divisions.
At the same time, the first batch of reinforcements and support equipment from the rear had arrived at Dunwich Station.
Among them were the latest Shield Defender II tanks.
"Three targets confirmed."
After Sindula spoke, he waited quietly as static hissed through his earpiece.
"Only three?"
A dry voice asked.
Kaul. Of course it was Kaul.
Sindula had never heard this man utter a single word outside the squadron communicator—not during the retreat, not in the repair bay, nor throughout the past several days of war.
Only here, in this world of the dead, did they speak.
Still, he had to admit that cold-blooded bastard had a point.
Sindula had already seen seven Ork patrols, each made up of six vehicles.
He turned back to the sight, narrowed the field of view, and swept back and forth from left to right.
The fog was thinning, gradually dispersing to reveal the shattered remains of buildings surrounding the flat ground, like broken teeth lined around a rotting tongue.
The enemy had bombed this place more than once, flattening it with creeping barrages in an attempt to blast out the attackers.
They