Kommandoz (III)

Feger Rong tried to adjust his communicator, but the signal was being jammed.

Bullets came from every direction. They were unlike ordinary rounds; the Kommandoz' bullets screamed through the air and exploded into searing fireballs. They made up for their lack of heavy firepower through the use of specialized ammunition.

The enemies' wild laughter echoed through the ruins, as though the buildings themselves were mocking the dying Green Devils.

WAAAAAAAAAGH!

Suddenly, an Ork Kommando wearing a black sleeveless leather vest and a red headband emerged from the rubble less than ten meters from Feger Rong.

With a battle cry like that of a wounded bison, he raised the medium rocket launcher in his hands and pulled the trigger, sending a red explosive streaking out amid a sudden burst of smoke.

But its target was not Feger Rong. It was a cluster of Green Devils gathered together.

Boom!

In an instant, two men were swallowed by flames, leaving behind only heaps of melted flesh and shattered armor. Blazing fires sprang up all around the warriors trapped in the rubble.

Even those who found somewhere to hide would be burned alive.

There was only one chance left.

Feger Rong's squad had to ambush the enemy and fight their way out of the encirclement. He shouted to Ur, who was now surrounded by the bodies of fallen brothers:

"We have to charge!"

Though Feger Rong could see fury burning in Ur's eyes, Ur still nodded.

Ur could have blamed Feger Rong for this crushing defeat, without question, but he did not.

"Green Devils never fear death!"

Feger Rong roared and charged at the enemy. The Green Devils had to break through the encirclement and reform their ranks.

But the enemies' laughter grew even more frenzied.

The enemy wanted their prey to come closer.