The Orcs inside the Tower had clearly gone WAAAGH! mad. They did not care that their retreat had been cut off by the Space Marines, nor that the yellow-and-black little shrimps before them stood like a city wall.
They still crashed forward in wave after wave, smearing their brains and blood across the foot of the wall.
"Oh? Space Wolves? I wonder which Company they're from."
With his back to the terrace, Su Ming had noticed the commotion outside as well. Even while slaughtering Greenskins, he could spare attention to observe the Space Marines' Drop Pods. The not-quite-white, not-quite-gray paint scheme, along with the Runes carved all over the Drop Pods, let him instantly identify who had arrived.
It was half good news, half bad news.
The bad part was that the Wolf Guard invaded like the wind and burned like fire. It was impossible to secretly maneuver them into holding the line and fighting a proper positional battle against the enemy.
The good part was that they were truly excellent at drawing fire.
To them, if they could fight in melee, they would never open fire. If they could see the enemy, they would never keep their distance. The wolfish nature of their Primarch made them all yearn to come into close contact with enemy blood.
Chainswords, Power Axes, and even Chainaxes and greatswords, which were exceptionally rare among Space Marines, were equipped in large numbers by the Wolf Guard. Their purpose was to tear open humanity's enemies' throats faster and better. Even after losing their weapons, they would do their utmost to achieve the same with bare hands or teeth.
Their tactics had always basically consisted of one thing: charge, punch through the enemy, kill them all. That was the shortcut to victory.
Smart people never took the