Sandstorm Showdown, Part Two

Li Qinwu said:

"You're wounded, so fall back!

The rest of you, stay alert and push forward with me. We'll reach the mine, bring the Astartes back, and leave immediately!"

With his orders given, Li Qinwu took the lead, firing as he advanced.

His Squire Mech had been extensively modified. It now had four arms.

The two upper arms each carried a Triple Plasma Cannon.

The lower pair, positioned where a person's arms would be, were precision mechanical limbs. Each had a four-fingered hand gripping a Chainsword.

Every few seconds, Li Qinwu fired one of his Plasma Cannons into the sandstorm.

On his thermal display, the Ork Mechs charging toward him erupted into molten slag beneath the Plasma Flares!

The last time he had fought this hard, his weapons had overheated and left him with nothing but melee weapons. The memory was still fresh, so he held back, firing his Plasma Cannons only at the Ork Deff Dreads that posed the greatest threat.

As for the Gretchin-piloted Killa Kans, he didn't waste plasma on them. He let them come close, then hacked them apart with his Chainswords!

A Killa Kan's armor was so thin that a casual swing could cleave it in two!

Li Qinwu led the advance, and the other soldiers pressed forward with him.

Cannons thundered and lasers streaked through the air. The force kept firing and advancing through the sandstorm, destroying the Ork units in their path. Soon, the convoy reached the edge of the vast mine shaft.

Covered in blood from the fighting, Apothecary Desai rushed to the rim and peered down. The shaft was too deep; he couldn't see a thing.

But the advanced life-sign detector in his Power Armor showed that his battle-brothers were at the bottom, locked in combat with Ork infantry!

Apothecary