Contingency (III)

"Of course we can."

Jackson's gaze traveled west along the highway. If they moved fast enough, they could cross those weak defensive lines and break into the center of the Orks' defensive perimeter before they noticed.

Assuming the Orks had few troops, he would only need to send part of his force to seize the warehouses while the main force pushed forward, swung around behind them, and reached the designated rendezvous point.

Jackson had already prepared for the worst. Weitlier might have completely collapsed, and the road to Tyre was likely crawling with scattered Ork units, perhaps even large formations from the main force.

If they could eliminate the enemy blocking the road, they might shake off the harassment of their many pursuers and successfully reach the designated rendezvous point.

The promising prospect was exhilarating, but Jackson forced himself to remain calm and search for any obvious flaws in the plan.

He pointed at the string of obstacles and strongpoints stretching across the valley. God knew what these Orks had been thinking when they built fortifications here. They were behind enemy lines, yet they had started claiming the hills as their own.

"These may not be as easy to break through as they look."

"What's ahead is nothing."

One of the staff officers said eagerly. Until now, he had always been a pessimist.

"We have enough ammunition to deal with these fortifications. Besides, if the Greenskins had emptied the supplies there, why would they spend so much effort guarding it?"

The thought of expending so much manpower and material just to protect a few rooms piled with ammunition made Jackson's skin crawl.

The Orks' behavior seemed truly strange to him.

Idle warbands rarely acted with such purpose. It was as if they had arranged this formation before them under some