"For the Emperor! Charge! Tear through their lines!"
The order flashed through tactical channels and flag signals, and the assault force, poised and ready, surged into action!
Two hundred White Scars Space Marines shot out of their covered positions first, like two hundred streaks of white-and-red Lightning.
Rather than advancing in a tight formation, they rode in groups of two or three, like wolves scattering across the steppe, following dazzlingly agile paths as they fanned out toward the enemy front thrown into chaos by the Titans' bombardment.
Close behind them, over a million Mortals of the Imperialis Militia, aboard tens of thousands of assorted armoured vehicles, converged into a torrent of steel and flesh.
They thundered into the gaps the White Scars had opened and the chaos they had sown!
Roaring engines, rumbling tracks, and soldiers' shouts merged into a deadly din that swept across the plain, while clouds of dust blotted out the sky.
Ding Xiu rode a heavily customized Bullock-pattern heavy Hover Bike.
The bike had sharp, aggressive lines, its white paintwork adorned with scarlet Lightning patterns. Extra fuel tanks and ammunition boxes hung from its sides, and a twin-linked Storm Bolter was mounted at the front.
He wore no helmet, leaving his deep olive face fully exposed to the scorching Tornado laden with gunsmoke and metal fragments.
The Tornado lashed his cheeks and tousled the black hair tied behind his head, but he paid it no mind. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly, savouring the exhilarating sense of freedom and control that came with such blistering speed.
His gaze was as keen as an eagle's, constantly scanning the open ground ahead, churned by the Titans into scorched earth, shell craters, and scattered burning wreckage.
Just then, three figures staggered to their feet behind a concrete bunker half-collapsed