An explosive went off behind his head. Was it one of ours or one of theirs? Thought Vigo the guardsman, his mind raced with thoughts of how his life could end. He raised his lasgun and fired a burst of superheated energy at his enemy. An army of white and green charged at his line. The man next to him, Jens, was fumbling with his bayonet unable to get the worn-out strap to attach to his weapon. He stooped down into the mud of the trench to pick up the bayonet of his fallen comrade. A split second later the dirt behind his head exploded as a bolt bullet hit the spot where his head was a second ago.
"That was close!" yelled Jens over the roar of bolters and lasguns.
"No shit!" replied Vigo as they shared a laugh
The man next to Jens tossed a grenade towards one of the lieutenants who was stupid enough to not wear a helmet. It landed in the lip of the power armor and exploded. Decimating the superhuman body inside.
"They are getting too close, Fix Bayonets!" yelled the commissar. All the Guardsmen did so, quickly jumping over the lip of the trench and charging suicidally into the enemy power armor. Soon the forces of the fourteenth legion overran them brutally slaughtering them all.
Command bunker 14 miles from the front lines…
"We have lost the third trench" First company commander Kess informed the rest of the company commanders.
"That is unfortunate, but not unexpected," replied Fourth company commander Haug
"We may need to withdraw if the Blood Angels don't get here soon," said third company commander hull...