The enemy had launched an assault on Dome Mountain as well. Even Orks, simple as they were, understood that those who stood higher could strike farther. As the only high ground in the entire region, it was vital to both sides.
In this terrible visibility, it was difficult to judge the enemy's numbers, but Yanoviches, commander of the Second Motorized Infantry Regiment, estimated there were at least thirty thousand.
The main component of this force was the Black Flags of the Blood Fang Legion, those so-called elites.
In Yanoviches's eyes, they were less soldiers than a pack of ignorant thugs, a nature quite compatible with Orkish savagery.
But many questions left Yanoviches deeply unsettled.
What sort of force or concept had enabled the Orks to launch such a sudden attack? Beyond the vile traitors, what else did that force intend? If the Orks defeated the defenders at Dunwich, what would they do next?
How many enemies were hidden in that thick fog?
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!
The enemy leader drove a vast mass of infantry forward. The warriors with black banners rising from their backs roared without end, and Yanoviches could even hear drums.
The first wave was not made up of the Black Flag Jia Yala, but huge numbers of poorly equipped ordinary Orks. They intended to use those Orks as cannon fodder to fill the trenches.
The artillery had been pouring fire into the enemy lines for twenty minutes already, inflicting considerable casualties. The ground outside the trenches was covered in craters and corpses.
Observers at the highest point guided the artillery to bombard the densest enemy formations.
Shells landed among the enemy ranks, throwing up flames and debris, hurling mangled bodies into the air.
Yet they kept coming, wave after wave.
"Machine guns!"
Yanoviches gave the order to the defending