Note2: I was going to use this chapter's name as chapter 3, but Libert haven't got so much depth, so I added the recap in chapter 3.
Note3: I have thought of the name of the last chapter, thanks to fergo for saying it in the reviews. If you don't want to know the name, don't read Note4.
Note4: The last chapter name will be: Still Standing
40k: Last Man Standing
Chapter 4: The Valley Run
Libert was in a narrow valley, so narrow that vehicles wouldn't be able to get in (except walkers). It would give him a large tactical advangage since all he have is a chainsword and bolter pistol, which is not the tools of the trade for taking tanks out, but he has a melta bomb. As he had walked for a few miles, he had seen ork patrols here and there. It proves that their leader is quite vigilant, cautious and intelligent. Not as intelligent as Astertes or humans because most of the patrols were placed in a near useless positions, allowing Libert to slip by unseen by the greenskin Xenos.
"Anybody, respond. This is Chaplain Libert, please respond." He talked through the comm, but no one seemed to answer. Libert had suggested that his commlink is broken by the fall or his battle-brothers are too far away for the signal to reach. He had not been in a despair like this before. His morale, shattered to pieces, as his comrades fell and retreated. He gazed at his mark of Silver Talon (which looks like a T-rex footprint upside-down painted in gleaming silver) and thought that maybe his brothers left him to die. Soon, he got rid of that disgusting thought. He hadn't smelled anything except blood for a long time now. Both the blood on his devastated power armour, and the scent of blood in the air.
He walked on, into the valley, then a body of a guardsman fell from the sky. Several bodies fell down, and more, and more. He know now that what this valley was for. It was for sacraficial. Due to his gleaming silver armor, the orks had noticed him and alertered the others. Soon, there are several hundreds firing las-rounds at him. Surely, it still wouldn't do anything to his armor, let alone pierce it, but he had removed his helmet. If he was shot at the head, it would explode in pieces. Soon, orks used jumppacks to get down to him. There were many orks. He seathed his chainsword, and prepared his bolter pistol. He fired an explosive round into a greenskin's jumppack, causing it to explode, killing some of them.
Libert had to stay near the walls of the valley to prevent orks firing at him from above, but the orks have surrounded the valley on both sides. When he dodged to one, the orks on the other side will fire. The commanding greenskin is quite skilled, he thought to himself. Now he was sprinting to the end of the valley, firing his bolter crazily and slashing Xenos with his chainsword. He turned back once, and noticed that he had killed dozens. However, they hadn't stop coming after him.
The greenskin hordes were endless. Libert have used up over a half of his ammo supply. He had to find a way out. He was near the end of the valley, when a (ork's looted) Lerman Russ crashed into the end of the valley, blocking his path out, and the main cannon aiming directly at him. He felt fear, but professionally suppressed it down. He jumped to the side as the Lerman Russ fired its main gun. The shell hit the ground, killing some orks, and wounding many.
Libert scanned his surroundings, and saw a cave. He ran into it, and before the orks could rush into the cave, he lobbed his melta bomb at the cave entrance. The cave entrance blew up, blocking the path. Libert didn't know how many he killed with the explosion, but it saved his life. He fell down, sitting, lying against the cave wall. He checked his ammunation, reloaded his gun and tried speaking through the commlink a few dozen times. Suddenly, he felt exhausted. He closed his eyes, and opened it again. It happened several times, before he could not resist the urge. This time, he closed his eyes, and fell asleep, unconscious.
To be Continued...
Note: In a combat scene, I typed as fast as hell to go on with the pace of the battle!