HELLO. First of all, thank you for reading this story up to this point. And if you think it's good enough to vote for it, thanks again. I would like to make something clear. My knowledge of Warhammer 40k lore is ridiculously low considering all the books, history, games, etc. of this franchise, which, in my humble opinion, makes knowing every story in this universe seem almost crazy to me.

Therefore, I will apologize in advance if I make any continuity errors. My goal is that this story does not affect the lore of the saga in the slightest, although I plan for important characters from the current lore to appear in it. But as I said, it seems somewhat impossible not to make mistakes. So, if you see any errors, or any events that affect the lore, I will gladly accept that you tell me. Any comments to rectify and help this story will be welcome. And, if you have any ideas that you think might be interesting and that you want to share, I will be happy to read them, and if possible, I will add them to the story.

Without further ado, we continue.

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????: - FIRE! -

The voice of the unknown colonel of the defenders of humanity echoed on the battlefield before the artillery pieces began to fire from the enemy lines furthest from the battlefield. An agricultural world is not prepared for an assault on such a scale, much less when they only had a couple of hours to call in reinforcements.

Astrologers were not able to understand how an Ork army arrived on the planet undetected. If it had been possible, the call for help would have been heard in time, and an army large enough to face such a threat could have come to their aid. But not.

Now the orks were marching like a violent green wave upon their positions, and they had to defend themselves as much as possible. Just a detachment of one hundred thousand Astra Militarum troops was all they had to survive. A number that seemed pathetic before the horde of hundreds of thousands approaching them. But... Did they have a choice?

From a distance, standing tall as he accepted his victory, was Kanan looking down on the entire battlefield from a mountaintop. As if it were a huge chaotic chess board, where the attacking pieces advanced all at once on their enemy. For the planet's defenders, the game was like facing the entire enemy board with only two pawns and a bishop. Something that should be impossible for any ordinary human being. Then... the jaws of fire and death of war opened, and hundreds of lives were taken at first contact.

The artillery salvos fell on the battlefield, destroying dozens of orks, a number that did not in the least affect the absurd number of greenskins that charged against the enemy.

The line of fire marked by a trench that was surprisingly dug an hour before the start of the combat provided effective cover to the soldiers of the Astra Millitarum, who could fire their rifles without the need to have their entire bodies exposed.

A small advance party of Orks rushed into the enemy lines. About a thousand or maybe less. Which were ridiculously crushed in a matter of seconds by the enemy forces, giving the Astra Militarum troops an important morale boost when they saw the ease with which they stopped the Ork advance... Nothing could be further from the truth.

Kurnet: - Ha... Thoze rookiez waz a dizazter. Throwing at the enemy in thiz way. - The imposing Ork commented from a distance, observing the battlefield from above with his leader.

Murrey: - Recklessness is not good for war. But we can't cure stupidity. No matter how many times we have told it. -

Kanan: - As I said before. Each ork is free to follow me or not of their own will. If they want to plunge into certain death, it is their decision. Although it seems like a waste to die on such a mediocre battlefield. -

Kurnet: - Hahahaha. I can't agree more. - The huge ork emphasized.

Kanan: - Very good. Kurnet. Take command of the troops and advance forward. You already know what to do. -

Kurnet: - Hehe. I already like thiz. I will give a worthy battle for the delight of Gorko and Morko. -

And after saying those words, the enormous ork descended from his observation point, with a strategy marked in his brain to obtain a successful attack. Kurnet may still have that primitive accent when he spoke, but his intelligence was enough to create strategies and plans without having to plunge headlong into death. Although of course... Of the three... He was the most basic. More fighting and less thinking.

Kanan: - Are you still not up for it? - He asked his second partner while scratching Blanco's head.

Murrey: - It's not necessary. I prefer to observe and maybe learn something. -

Kanan: - Excellent answer... Very good... Let's give Kurnet the spotlight. -

The older Orks were waiting for orders, hidden behind the rubble and craters created by the artillery salvoes, firing over cover using more conventional methods of warfare than charging head-on into gunfire. They had already seen how the youngest and most reckless were swept away in just a few seconds, so underestimating the firepower of the enemy, no matter how lacking in strength they were, would not be very sensible. All until a voice was heard right in the middle of the main force.

Kurnet: - ¡BOYZ! ¡IT'Z TIME TO WHAAAAAG! -

Everyone looked up and watched with excitement as the imposing four and a half meter ork raised his metal arm to attract everyone's attention. Proudly, he showed the melee weapon that he had chosen for this special occasion, sharp metal claws almost half a meter long with which he would surely impale hundreds of enemies. And in his other hand, an imposing ezcopetón that had to be recharged by the four Grentchins that accompanied him in battle.

Do not be fooled by the dwarves who surrounded the right arm of the leader of the horde. They may have seemed insignificant next to their imposing lord, for each of them was an expert in battle, forged in the bloody wars to dominate the surface of Heim. Kanan and Murrey still remember with laughter how Kurnet called them One, Two, Three and Four, because not wanting to name them, the imposing ork considered those options more viable. He was an ork after all. Why get complicated with such simple things?

The humans listened in fear as on the other side of the plateau that defined the horizon from the trenches, an imposing cry of whaaag was heard. Nerves tightened, the M-Galaxy laser rifles pointed ahead, the soldiers' eyes behind the sights of their weapons. The few Chimeras reinforcing the positions pointed their turrets forward, accompanied by the few Sentinel units that accompanied them. The Basilisk raised their enormous cannons, ready to open fire as quickly as the colonel present, the highest rank on that agricultural planet, gave the order.

Absolute calm occupied the trenches of the Astra Militarum. An overwhelming silence that was capable of freezing anyone's blood filled every corner of the place. The soldiers' nerves were openly expressed in the form of sweat running down their faces and trembling hands, some forced breathing and some vain attempts to hide the fear that invaded them. Encouraged only by the presence of the war commissioners, although more than feeling emboldened by their presence, they feared more that it would be the bullets of their own superior that would put an end to their lives.

Then... The earth trembled under his feet. As if it were an earthquake, the men and women who would fight until their last breath felt the rumble of thousands of footsteps from an army that outnumbered them almost a hundred to one. And before the terrifying look that his eyes showed them, they saw how a huge column of steel rose on the horizon. What the hell was that?

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Just as Kanan had taught them, there is nothing more useful for advancing than good metal cover, especially when it came to open field combat. A strategy used long before humanity itself launched its first probes into space, using its tanks as cover to advance across the plains under enemy fire. Only this time, it was the strongest orks who carried the heavy metal plates with their bare hands.

At the colonel's order, the thousands of rifles began to fire, but they could not do much against the metal armor, they were getting closer and closer, and only the Chimera's shots had enough power to pierce the metal and kill them. the shield bearers. But there were so many Orks and so few armored vehicles that it wouldn't be enough. Their only hope was that the artillery fire and their missile launchers would be effective enough. And so it was, but once again, it wouldn't be enough. And given the precarious situation, the soldiers of the Astra Militarum received an order that would make their blood run cold.

Colonel: - Prepare your bayonets! -

They were so close that they could almost smell the glow of battle on their own hands, and not just the scorching stench of gunpowder and hot metal. The greenskins could not hide their excitement, and the war cries grew closer and closer to the enemy trenches. The grip on the handles of their machetes tightened, fingers tensing around the triggers of their weapons, ready to open fire as soon as possible. And behind him, a very motivated Kurnet burned inside him.

Kurnet: - Charge! -

His hoarse voice was heard almost half a kilometer away, despite the deafening sound of gunshots and cannon shots impacting everywhere. With his imposing height of fifteen feet, Kurnet rose among his peers and advanced to the front, taking direct command of the legion of orks that followed him with a firm step.

The shields moved aside, falling heavily on the whitish ground of the planet, kicking up a strange dust similar to walking on the lunar surface. The orks roared and charged head-on against their adversaries, now that only thirty meters separated them from the enemy trenches.

Weapon fire traveled deadly from one side of the battlefield to the other. The lasers opened the skin of the orks, and their deadly heat formed a painful scar after having pierced their flesh. The falling greenskins writhed amid their own cries of pain, dragged by some of their fellows to the rear ranks while the rest continued advancing head-on against the enemy, firing with all their available arsenal.

The enormous ammunition of the Ork weapons burst the skulls of the Astra Militarun soldiers who had the misfortune of showing their heads at the least opportune moment. And those whose brains were not flying through the air watched in terror as the endless green tide rushed over them. While those who were panicking saw with terror the mutilated bodies of their fallen comrades, lying on the ground full of mud formed by the earth and blood of the dead. And then... his fate was sealed.

The group that Kurnet led was the first to set foot in the enemy trenches, ending the lives of those who were there in just a few seconds. The enormous ork's claws impaled his enemies like a skewer of meat, inert bodies that he then threw far to either side of the battlefield. At her side, the four grentchins fired their firearms at enemies who dared to approach, making her an effective elite unit within the horde, all while taking turns reloading their lord's enormous ezkopeton.

The armored vehicles were not able to withstand the amount of shots they received, with the light Sentinels being the first to fall one by one, followed by the heavy Chimeras whose armor was not able to withstand the power of the anti-tank projectiles and the missiles that they were carrying. they suffocated. The supremacy was so great that not even Kurnet himself was able to claim the head of the superior enemy officer, something that would put him in a bad temper for a couple of hours.

From a distance, Kanan and Murrey saw with satisfaction that in less than thirty minutes the forces defending the planet had fallen... And there was nothing that separated them from their first victory in their long history.

As Kanan had intuited since he recognized the planet, an agricultural world did not have the forces necessary to defend itself. The most common thing was that to get to that place, they had to pass over some fortress world or so, something that would undoubtedly be a real challenge. That old warp was without a doubt a "gift" from Slaanesh. A worrying gift from an unpredictable god.

Murrey: - Well... I guess that was it. - He said somewhat disappointed.

Kanan: - You'll get your chance next time. For now it is better to regroup and take all the resources we can before continuing. - He said as he took a few steps forward.

Murrey: - A little late to join the battle. Don't you believe it? - He said in a mocking tone when he saw that the leader was heading with his white beast towards the battlefield.

Kanan: - Without a doubt. He he. But there is something I want to see with my own eyes. -

Murray: - The group that reached the trenches before Kurnet? -

Kanan: - That same one. There will undoubtedly be someone interesting there. -

It was just as they both said. Kurnet thought he was the first to reach the enemy trenches, but from his vantage point on the battlefield he could not have noticed. But Kanan and Murrey saw it perfectly. An appendage of the main forces advanced and assaulted the trenches seconds before the leader's right arm reached its destination. Which... involuntarily, allowed Kurnet to advance more easily towards the enemy.

The greenskins watched in amazement as Kanan walked through their ranks, feeling some joy just by seeing his presence. Like a messiah of battle who walked among them. The white-haired ork was not a tyrant... Well, over time he managed to find some fun and beauty in those ork customs that he hated so much in his other life, and he was not afraid to look directly at all the greenskins he could. the eyes, with confidence and leadership.

Then, Kanan saw him. That being that stood on a mound of earth and stone, with hundreds of greenskins claiming their victory and their greatest achievement. An unknown warrior, in whose hands lay the severed head of the colonel who was leading the enemy troops. But that wasn't the most surprising thing. The most surprising thing... was that it was a simple Grentchin.