"Be precise!"
Hasimut spoke as he turned and hurried back to the main hall, where his temporary command post was located.
"What did you see?"
"A large enemy force is approaching... one kilometer out, advancing slowly toward us!"
The voice over the radio was filled with fear.
"We don't have night-vision goggles. It's hard to make out their exact numbers."
At that moment, Alexis moved to Hasimut's side. The missionary had already drawn his pistol, and he looked somewhat uneasy. Hasimut did not expect much combat ability from the man.
Though Alexis was a priest of the Blood God, he preferred bullying the weak. Facing powerful enemies was not his nature, which was why he had always remained at the bottom of the church hierarchy.
"First Company, fall back to me. Second, Third, Fourth, and Fifth Companies, support Eighth Company by the main gate. Sixth and Seventh Companies, guard the school's rear entrance."
As he redeployed his forces, Hasimut did not forget to move the main heavy machine guns to the front. They were essential weapons against the tide-like Ork assault and a crucial factor in rapidly suppressing the enemy. At the same time, he positioned their few field guns and mortars on the school's high ground.
"Eighth Company, keep reporting."
"I can't see clearly, sir, but there are a lot of them, and they're huge!"
"Stay calm. Don't panic!"
Hasimut's voice trembled and rose with excitement.
"They aren't unbelievers or heretics, brothers."
Every word he spoke was filled with exhilaration.
"This time, it's Orks!"
If there was anything Hasimut hated most, it was undoubtedly Orks.
Those filthy, foul-smelling creatures drooled constantly and knew no order, yet they had destroyed everything Hasimut once believed in—his home and his family.
Another major reason he had joined the Blood-Worship Cult was that,