Main Mob advances while stormboys leapfrog past them.
Mantis Warriors use cover. Firelanes ready...
The Chaplain joined up with the tactical squad. The scouts tried to pick lines of fire on probable ork approaches. The attack bike squadron zoomed out to harass the mobs. My main idea was to try to lay out lines of fire to hose down the horde of greenies. It was not to be...
Wait - where's the Boss and the nobz goin'?
Throughout the game I rolled very poorly, and the attack bikers failed to slow anyone down. All they did was attract the attention of the biggest mob!
Suddenly the truck backs up and out spill the Nobz!
Stormboyz jump in just in time...
It's Whomping time!
Everybody Piles In. Most everyone dies.
I rolled bad for assaults, too. The marines were strong enough not to run away, so they died off in ones and twos. Or threes and fours. The Scouts rushed in to help the chaplain. The main mob, having finished off the attack bikes, rushed in after them. When it was all said and done, the marines had been wiped out and there were but few orks left.
A chance for revenge will be coming soon...
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