Maximian led his squad toward the hangar. Their steps were heavy and resolute, each footfall seeming to trample the souls of the dead xenos.
On the battlefield below, Liu Zhipeng remained completely unaware of the deadly scrutiny overhead. His entire attention was devoted to the immense battle about to begin.
He stood atop the enormous skull-shaped command tower, gazing coldly at the mountain range of steel braced for battle in the distance.
"Boss, they've got more guns on those walls than every stronghold we've ever seen put together!" A rare trace of solemnity appeared on Sharpfang's face.
"Boss, I can feel it... some strange power coming out of Ironfang Fortress. Makes your head spin. A few of our scouts got too close and went mad. Started babbling nonsense." Snot's voice came from the shadows, tinged with unease.
"It's a WAAAGH! field," Liu Zhipeng explained at once. "The Orks' greatest home-field advantage. It strengthens them and disrupts us. Any Psyker or weak-willed individual who approaches will be affected."
"Then... what do we do?" Ghazghk asked nervously.
"What do we do?" Liu Zhipeng smiled, his expression full of confidence and contempt. "Globb thinks he can win by hiding in his shell with a loudspeaker to amplify his voice?"
"He thinks war is far too simple."
Liu Zhipeng turned to face the boundless green ocean behind him, a sea of countless fanatical eyes.
"Soldiers!"
His voice rang directly in the minds of millions of Gretchin, clear and commanding, imbued with unquestionable divinity.
"See that ugly iron mountain ahead? That is our final enemy! The source of the evil that enslaved our ancestors for millions of years!"
"They're hiding behind their walls right now, trembling like a pack of cowardly Squigs! They use noise to bolster their courage and turtle shells to protect themselves!"