Old Luo

This was the 125th day that dirty vehicle mechanic Miviman had served with the Guards Legion, and also the eighteenth day of the assault on Mount Mishil.

Before attacking this largest and final human fortress, the campaign to clear out the mines had proven far more difficult than expected.

For some reason, the formerly united loose warbands had begun fighting one another again, becoming like wild animals overnight and showing no mercy to their former comrades.

Miviman attributed it to the large numbers of new Orks flooding in from the south. The AAAGH Energy generated by this war was so immense that it could be felt even in the Sinister Wasteland thousands of miles away, where countless new Orks were reportedly born every day.

The conquering army led by Guk had not diminished in number after fighting this long. On the contrary, it had grown even larger than when it first set out.

But clearly, the newly arrived Orks and warbands did not understand many of the "rules." They clashed countless times with the Orks and warbands that had arrived earlier over loot, territory, and all manner of other reasons. Thus, while the legions fought relentlessly on the front lines, the flames of war behind them never went out either. Orks armed themselves with scavenged junk and began brawling with the gangs around them.

That was simply Ork ecology and society, and Miviman was not surprised in the least. What troubled him was that the escalating gang brawls often prevented the parts and ammunition needed to repair war machines from reaching the front on time, while the hastily assembled workshops could not immediately meet demand.

That was why he had been troubled these past few days.

His dirty vehicle convoy was stationed around a mining city. It had been one