Gathering (Part 1)

"Waaaagh!!"

As he leaped through the air, the flames nearly scorched his legs.

Even so, the heat was already intense.

Ur hoped he had jumped high enough to land on the tank.

If he ever saw his old friend Truf again, he would tell him everything that had happened. Ur had not heard from him in a long time, though he had heard that Truf was active on the eastern front.

If he survived.

"Ha!"

With a loud roar, Ur slammed heavily onto the tank's hatch, then rolled beside the flamethrower nozzle.

His plan had worked.

The shooting stopped. The defenders were unwilling to risk blowing up their own tank.

Then Ur made a bold decision. He pulled the smoke grenade from his waist and threw it into the open ground between the tank and the bunker.

Pssh!

Thick green smoke rose up, and the guards on the wall immediately opened heavy fire on the smoke-covered area.

Ur grinned, then crouched and quickly slipped beneath the defensive wall from another direction. He removed the war banner from his back, snapped off the crucial item attached to it, tossed it into a prepared hole, and swiftly covered it over.

Ur had once wondered why the Boss did not simply hand them the thing directly, instead of including a war banner with it.

Only now did he realize that without the banner, he might have misplaced the thing during the earlier bloody battle. Orks did not have very good memories. Anything they did not particularly care about was easily lost.

"Move!"

In a flash, Ur darted back into the jungle and swiftly withdrew with the boys.

Throughout the night, countless special forces squads poured into the human lines. They appeared to be causing widespread destruction, yet after the human defenders repelled or