I have done this one a bit late. Sorry for that, continue.
Into Alfada
'Dear Bruce
Work at the factory has been hard, but I know that you may get a charge pack that I have made. My metal leg snapped again, due to rationing I am now on a peg leg. The news reports say that you were in a great victory. I am proud of you for fighting those greenskin bastards and destroying them. I hope they didn't say the victory was like they said Gali was a tactical withdraw. Hope you and you mates are fair dinkum.
Love, Dad'
A few more days marching. We were always ready and exited to slay even more orks, and now we knew how they fought.
We saw it in the distance, a spaceport that was even bigger than the one in Mantle. Below was a big town that was about a quarter the size of the space port, and was well lit up. We will attack again in the early morning, and they say it will be like this for the rest of the campaign. This time most of the AIF were fighting, and the commanders say it will be an easy victory. Our platoon was ready. We were crouching behind a leman russ waiting for Lance to give the signal. The company was ready for the attack. The sun began heating up my back, and I started to get the shakes again, but I could see others having it much worse. I really needed to go and piss but I didn't want to look like a coward. The commissar wasn't with us today instead we had the priest. The tank squadron was piloted by Aralians instead of Praetorians or Tallarns. I wondered how they survived in them. From our position (about 20 metres away) the tanks smelt horrible and I think I saw some men using the hull to cook an egg. The tank crew were all wearing next to nothing, but it must be like driving a cooking pot. The noise of the gun was loud outside the tank. It must be deafening on the inside. Our initial plan was to sit on the tank's and let them ride us in. But we were afraid our asses would melt to the metal.
Lance gave a thumbs up. Our platoon stood up with the rest of the company. The tanks belched fumes out there blackened exhausts and began rumbling forward. We jogged after them, far enough behind them so the sand didn't get into our face. My crotch began to flare up again, so I was trying to scratch it while jogging after the tank.
"You hear that lads, the sound of the Imperial war machine." The sergeant shouted over the noise of the tank engine.
"It's a bit loud." Liam shouted back, the noise was very loud, but load not as the sounds of battle, or Dick's shouting.
"That's the point, nothing strikes more fear into the enemy than the sound of a Leman Russ. The only sound that is worse is one of a baneblade!" I had a vague idea of what a baneblade due to Sergeants stories. Suddenly bullets began pinging off the hull of the Leman Russ. Up ahead was a small group of orks. A deep boom sounded as the battle cannon fired. I couldn't see the result. The side sponson heavy bolters lit up, spraying bullets across the desert. We just kept on running. Then the tank began gaining speed, faster than we could run.
"RUN AWAAAaaa!" The noise was followed by the sound of cracking and crunching as an ork nobb was dragged under the tracks of the tank. It made a squelching noise as the full weight of the tank went on it. It was left in the sand a squashed mess with the rest of the mob, the tank began slowing down, so we could catch up.
"You see that mates, what happens when you stand up the war machine of the imperium. It certainly didn't end well for them." The town limits were not much further away, but there was a lot of orks in the way, they began firing.
"TAKE COVER!" The lieutenant ordered. An explosion hit the sand near us, with a high pitched crack and dust flying into our eyes. We went to ground and quickly grouped up behind the tank, quickly firing around the sides of the tank hull.
"Don't fret mates, they couldn't hit a barn door if they were two metre aw-BY THE EMPEROR!" The sergeant yelled before a shell struck the tank. Sending the treads flailing off and bringing the leman russ to a halt. The tank continued firing, but we were now pinned down. We began firing shots at the orks, peaking around the corner.
"CALL IN AN ARTILLERY STRIKE ON THEM!" Lance began shouting into the vox radio, more shots managed to hit the tank. It got very hard to ignore the heat of the engine we were hiding behind, it was starting to blister our skin.
"3…2…1…boom." Lance said, then the whistling began, with the sound of earthsaker cannon shells exploding into the ork gun line. As soon as the explosions stopped the lieutenant raised his chainsword.
"FORWARD FOR THE EMPEROR!" We fixed bayonets surged forward, across the desert and over the dead. We fired upon the remaining xenos as they moved and struggled in the dust clouds. We kept up a steady stream of fire while moving. I knelt and aimed at a charging greenskin, my trembling persisted as I did a three round burst. The first shot hit him in the chest, it didn't even flinch. The second also hit the body. However now a hole formed. The ork dropped his gun to hold the wound shut. The third missed completely, I have no idea were it went. The ork hit the sand with a thud, at my feat. I jumped over him, continuing to purge this filth from the galaxy. Eventually they ran, and when they did they were cut down by lasrounds. We then got a chance to sit down and wait for orders, the rest of the company stopped. The tank crew got out and began to try fix the tank treads. We were a one minute walk from Alfada. We lit up some smokes and drunk some water. Looking around I saw many dead gretchin, with poorly built artillery. They were very easy to kill, I think I accidentally kicked one when charging.
"I don't think the emperor likes people who talk too soon sergeant." I said. The sergeant was currently wiping his chainsword clean of ork. He smiled and took the ciggie out of his mouth, blowing out the smoke.
"I didn't know there were gretchin firing the guns. they can hit a barn door half the time." Looking over to the left, the medic was tending to wounded with a priest giving last rights to the dead. We had taken eight casualties during the charge. Jackson had a bloody nose from being punched in the face by a greenskin, he was soldiering on pretending he wasn't wounded. But given states I have found him in from his parent's abuse, it was nothing. He was a tough bastard. The medic gave it a couple staples and a bandage. Bolin had a couple scratches up his leg. Apparently a grot clawed at his leg with a knife. But the cuts weren't deep, he said they stung a bit when he moved.
"Ooooh I got the big gun but I got jumped by a bloody grot." Zhixen mocked, Bolin pushed his brother over with a grin, they then got into a pushing contest. Just a brotherly type of fight. Lance then came into the middle of the platoon with the loud speaker talking.
"Each company will advance into the town. The entire force will regroup at the space port." We followed the orders, advancing with our company into the built up area. One of the surviving Leman russ's lead the way. Up ahead an ork vehicle came screaming around the corner. It was painted red and looked like a ute made out of scrap metal with a number of orks in the back. They screamed as they headed straight for the leman russ.
"WAAAGH!" That was the most popular last word of many orks as the battle cannon fired. The ork vehicle did a front flip through the air and landed in front of the advancing tank. We could hear the leman russ crew laughing as the tank rumbled over the burnt shell of the vehicle.
"That mates is known as an ork trukk. What happens when a group of orks visit the local tip. They make a car that has oven pans for armour and a beer bottle for a clutch." We followed the tank until we reached a bridge, it was made of stone and was over a large fast flowing river.
"Keep a look out mates, a perfect place for an ambush!" Sergeant said as we followed the tank across the bridge. Again the sergeant spoke too soon, when the leman russ was half way across the bridge, explosions started going off.
The stone below me fell away. I went back with the stone crumbling under the soles of my boot. Lance lunged out with his hand, all the while ork guns rattled against the surrounding area. I felt his finger tips as I fell and splashed into the water, I began sinking quickly. The weight of my gear pulled me down, the water had a greenish tinge to it, too thick to see anything. I let go of my backpack and my breath was starting to slip, I then went for my webbing struggling at the buckle. I was struggling with my lungs begging to open my mouth, my hands still fumbled on the latch. The worse part was that even if my webbing came off, my armour was still on. I gave up and decided to attempt a breath. But when I struggled to the surface I saw a ladder on the shoreline. When I passing I managed to grab on and pulled myself out of the water. But now I had no idea were I was in the town. I only had a bayonet and some wet frag grenades for weapons. I peaked up, I was on the edge of a building with a sort of alley and a window nearby. I got up and shimmied along the ledge, I heard voices in the building as I got nearer.
"We'z didn't know dat dey would be ere zo quik. If wez knew we would 'ave krumped dem by now." From the frustrated groan, the greenskin was talking to someone else.
"Your incompetence is not going to be tolerated any longer. You have failed to get anywhere close the capital and the servants of the false emperor had enough time to fully mobilise. Now they are pushing your forces back. You better go out and win this battle now or don't come back at all." The voice was grainy and hoarse. It was definitely not an ork talking. The ork did a roar and smashed something wooden.
"MY BOYZ ARE BETTA AT FOITEN DEN YOUZ SPIKY UMIES! DEY WILL SMASH DA LOT OF DEM IN A FEW TICKS!" He was pissed, as he punched a hole in the wall near me. I nearly got a massive claw to the back of my head.
"Well, they aren't holding up to what you promised. I bet if I looked out that window right now, I will see some Imperial dogs looking back at me." I heard him coming to the window, I didn't have anywhere to go. He looked left, not facing me. He had a horn on one side of his face, and sickly looking skin. Some weird symbols were on his clothing, looking like spiky stars. He then looked right, I jumped as the man probably shat his pants, and I ended up back in the flowing water. I kept on struggling to keep my head above the water. Eventually I got another place to climb up out of the river. I was near another bridge, I looked around and then saw a group of orks up ahead.
"GET EM WAAAGH!" I fucking ran, I think there was 6 of them, but my guess form the sound of the boots, maybe more. I went through the streets with bullets whizzing past. Then an explosion went off behind me, I looked back to see one of the orks dead on the ground. The other orks looked around, then suddenly dropped one by one, doing a twirl. They had holes in the head of each of them.
"I GOT HIM NOT YOU!" I looked up, it came from the buildings. It was a woman and the accent was not Aralian.
"BULLSHIT, THAT WAS MY KILL!" That voice was male and it was definitely kiwi. Out of the window a face with sideburns popped out. He smiled, and I smiled back as I waved to him.
"Oh, hey Bruce, were's your squad!" Ruru's lot were in the building, they were also poking their sniper rifles out the windows
"I just went for a quick swim mate."
AN
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