New Threat

Da-da-da~!

Yad and the survivors of his squad circled the battlewagon, firing constantly, but its armor was too thick for machine-gun rounds to penetrate.

Crouched atop its turret, the Ork gunner could barely hit the enemy with his Big Gun anymore. At this range, he could not keep up with the speed of the buggies and motorcycles.

Moroz caught up from behind, and Yad slammed on the brakes, stopping beside him.

"Head for Tyre, brother!"

Yad shouted.

"I've sent a warning to Desaiks Fortress, but what you saw is worth more than my report."

"You don't have anything that can effectively deal with that battlewagon, brother!"

Moroz shook his head.

"You should retreat as soon as possible. My life isn't worth your sacrifice."

"It is worth it, mate!"

Yad said, punching him in the chest.

"Not just because of what's in your head, but because of everything in your heart. I can't think of anyone better to be a role model for the lads in the future."

Before Moroz could answer, Yad floored the buggy and sped away, his friend's words drowned out by the Orks' roaring.

Amid the fierce fighting, a ranger was dragged off his motorcycle. He fought valiantly and cut down another enemy.

Then his resistance was cut short by a shell from the battlewagon, which struck both the soldier and the other Orks without discrimination.

Now, only Moroz, Yad's buggy, and the battlewagon remained.

"Fuck you bastards!"

After the roof-mounted gunner was torn apart by bullets, Yad roared and drove straight at the armored vehicle's flank.

Clang~!

The front of the buggy smashed into the battlewagon's right track, ripping apart the links and warping the wheels.

The impact threw Yad forward. He slammed against the armored personnel carrier's side and bounced back.

Before he could fall,