"They're coming again!"
Private Serotid shouted. His left eye and head were wrapped in bandages, and he was covered in blood, but there were no wounded on the battlefield now.
There were only the dead, the living, and monsters.
WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!
The Orks charged out of the smoke, with Jia Yala's massive figures standing out among the ordinary Boyz.
They drove the cannon fodder forward like a pack of rabid dogs, hurling them at the defenders' guns, even using their own kind as meat shields—this was the traditional Ork tactic.
"Hold them!"
Yadwu commanded. At once, the heavy machine guns along the line roared, their muzzles leaping and howling as they spat fire.
The battalion's mortar company joined the battle as well. They had saved their more precious ammunition for this moment.
Their fire poured onto the enemy charge, inflicting considerable damage, slowing and scattering it.
Thousands of explosions and impacts tore bodies apart or hurled them into the air. Bright tracer rounds and rocket trails crisscrossed the battlefield as masses of Boyz clad in crude protective gear were cut down.
But every attack was answered in kind.
The Jia Yalas also opened fire with big guns and heavy weapons, supporting the Boyz armed with lighter weapons.
Large-caliber rounds slammed into sandbags, blasted chunks of brick and stone apart, and tore through the defensive line.
The defenders began suffering heavier casualties.
This was the third time.
Yadwu thought.
Repelling two Ork assaults was already enough for him to boast about for the rest of his life, but did the third one mean the end?
Fewer than thirty men remained in his company.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!
Swift figures suddenly burst from the dense mist. They were Stormboyz using rocket packs.
Like rockets themselves, they crossed the broad trench with thunderous speed and plunged headlong