A/N I apologize for this chapter being short, they will get longer. Also this is my first fanfic so I apologize for mistakes I made.
Disclaimer-I don't own Warhammer, I just enjoy their stories and battles.
Commissar Roland Joine examined his men. They had dug a line of trenches far away from the ork line. Behind his battalion was a line of artillery, which thundered with giant roars as their shells exploded into the orks opposite them. Artillery commander Valer approached him. "Sir, our artillery is firing into the field far more than into the ork's encampment.
Commissar Roland nodded, "I'm aware of that Valer. Its keeping the orks at bay is it not?"
Valer was confused for a moment, "Yes sir, but we're wasting our ammunition. If we run out we're dead."
Roland grinned, it was a frightening experience. He was large bulky man with a scarred face. He crossed his large arms and examined the field before speaking, "The ork's are foolish. They will believe they can withstand the barrage." He said his words slowly, as if Varis could not understand his idea.
Varis thought for a moment and nodded, "I see your logic sir, but how are you so sure?"
Roland chuckled and pointed towards the ork's line, "Because, they are doing it right now." Varis turned his head and saw it, a large ork was waving his axe and screaming in a thick tongue. His words were followed by a cheer and shots from the ork's primitive guns. With more roaring, the ork's charged.
Roland drew his chainsword, "Varis get back to your post and double the barrage!" Varis saluted and ran to the artillery emplacements. Roland switched on his chainsword and yelled, "Ready your guns guardsmen, it is here where we fight! Hold your weapons steady and know that I fight with you! For the Emperor!" His soldiers nodded, cheered, and prepped their lasguns to maximum power.
The orks charged directly across the field, it was a foolish mistake, even for their kind. The artillery shells ripped apart their waves, and they never pulled back, seeking to charge into the guard's line no matter the cost.
Roland grinned as the survivors of the barrage and the guardsmen's lasgun assault jumped into the assault. He jumped down from the mound he was standing on and swung his chainsword. The moving blade cut through the first ork it met, spending a wave of blood onto the surrounding men. He dodged an ork's axe and dug his chainsword into the chest, breaking through the bones.
A shot from an ork's badly aimed gun singed Roland's cape. Roland growled and pulled out his pistol. He fired several shots at the ork and dispatched it with a gut wrenching swipe from his sword. The ork's pushed his men deeper, he had not expected this many to get across alive. He cursed and fired his gun several more times, burning ork's flesh and sending blood spattering with the giant chainsword. An ork fired his rusted pistol and clipped Roland's shoulder. The commissar grinned like a wolf and emptied the rest of his gun on the ork.
He threw his gun at the nearest ork and gripped his chainsword with both hands. He lifted the weapon above his head and swung it down cutting deep into the ork's shoulder slicing through sinew and bone. The ork screamed and stumbled backwards, dispatched by lasfire from the guardsmen. Roland bent low and swiped towards another, merely leaving a deadly cut on the beast's back as it lunged forward.
The commissar examined the battle, despite what he had originally thought the battle was in their favor. Most of the ork's had decided not to cross the field, even if they could take the guard's position. The orks that did traverse the zone of death were choosing it over the fearless commissar. The beasts across the field were falling back, most likely to prepare for a new assault at a different location. Roland tapped his ear and began reporting it and received his new orders. His regiment was to fall back to the city...