Tyre! (9)

The core force of the Blood Axes roared forward along the level road, gleaming a blinding crimson beneath the setting sun.

The command truck traveled at the center of the column. Beluf poked his head out through the hatch atop the vehicle, constantly observing the battle around them.

The remaining assault bikes protected both sides of the truck, ready to deploy as needed.

Behind the bikes came two more trucks, one carrying Stormboyz and the other loaded with a squad of heavy-weapon wreckers.

The war fortress drove at the rear of the formation, several unused rockets resting atop it.

The road leading to the steelworks was littered with wreckage and corpses. Ruined bikes and damaged trucks still belched thick smoke, while the flames on the human tanks had long since gone out. Bodies covered the ground, humans and Orks mixed together.

None of the vehicles cared as they crushed the corpses beneath their wheels.

At the head of the column, Beluf stood heroically atop the truck against the red sunlight, gazing into the distance with his gun ready to meet any enemy.

His valiant figure filled every assault trooper in the column with confidence. They drew their weapons, prepared to fight at any moment for their commander's glory. Even Camille in the truck cabin looked up at her hero.

As they drew nearer, the boyz saw blue flames erupting above the factory and shooting into the sky, but the slope and the cluttered buildings prevented them from seeing what was happening on the ground.

"Spread out."

Beluf waved his blade, and the assault bikes immediately split into two lines and sped toward either side of the column. The weapons platforms along both flanks also spread outward.

He wanted to ensure that, when they appeared on the main battlefield, they would