The simultaneous volley of over a thousand rifles was astonishing. The entire line seemed like an erupting volcano, muzzle flashes lighting up the darkening sky.
The Greenskins who had been the first to leap onto the trench slopes howled as the dense barrage pummeled them, clutching their faces or necks as they fell backward. Only those wearing armor managed to keep their footing, but even they were startled by the sudden, ferocious attack.
"Drive them back!"
Under the officers' command, the second wave of attacks followed close behind. This volley was even fiercer than the first, and the soldiers began throwing grenades as well.
The Greenskins were hit one after another. The Snotlings that had charged fastest—under coercion, more often than not—scrambled and rolled back in retreat. Even their masters' shouts could not call them back.
Ado was firing too. Half-crouched behind a rock, he shot at a Greenskin wearing a crude breastplate and yelling at the top of its lungs, but the creature merely swayed.
He reloaded, then shot it in the head.
This time, the monster went down.
"I got it!"
Ado shouted excitedly, only to notice that three or four people around him were cheering as well.
"Uh..."
He lowered his head awkwardly, unsure whether he had actually been the one to hit it.
Outnumbered, the first Greenskins to charge into the trenches chose the rare option of retreat. They quickly fled from the front line, greatly boosting the reinforcements' morale. The recruits were thrilled and proud that they had driven back those monsters.
"Forward! Kill these green pieces of trash!"
Seeing morale soar, the experienced officers immediately waved their command sabers, intending to launch a countercharge while the momentum lasted and force the Orks back.
"Kill!!"
The soldiers immediately shouted along with them, driving away the