Tidal Surge (III)

"Keep firing! Watch the flanks!"

Normally, someone at Jackson's rank rarely intervened directly in frontline command.

But after weeks of bitter fighting at Mount Mishil, officer casualties had been exceptionally high. Temporarily promoted NCOs could manage as company or platoon commanders, but at regimental level, they were somewhat out of their depth.

So even as an Imperium lieutenant general, he had to shoulder the burden of frontline command at a time like this.

Several machine-gun platoons swept the other side of the road, shredding the surviving Greenskins, while the two burning trucks effectively blocked more Orks that wanted to move forward across the top of the dam and attack them.

Unfortunately, the heavy mortars could not fire at the Greenskins charging resolutely from the foot of the slope. The soldiers were forced to counterattack with squad support weapons.

The surging tide of death drew close enough for its guns to reach the hilltop. Seeing the danger, many soldiers turned and ducked behind cover. At that moment, a hail of fire mixed with metal fragments and live rounds seemed to slash past Jackson.

"They're not far from us."

Nightblade noticed it too and dragged Jackson into a shelter behind them.

But not everyone was so fortunate. Dozens of nearby soldiers were knocked to the ground by the fierce barrage. If Jackson's judgment was correct, they would probably never rise again.

"What the hell is he doing?"

A Nightblade cried out in astonishment.

"Hm?"

Jackson spotted the medic of the 103rd Infantry Regiment at the same time.

The short man sprinted forward, keeping low to reduce his chances of being hit. He was clearly planning to tend to the wounded on the battlefield.

If he kept recklessly pressing on like this, he would surely be joining them before the Holy Father.

**"Kori,