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combat。
He　clutched　his　bolt　pistol　close　to　his　chest；　running　crouched　over；　the　breath　heaving　in　his　lungs。　The　traitor　line　was　still　a
few　hundred　metres　away。　His　breathing　sounded　hellishly　loud　and　the　thump　of　boots　on　the　dusty　earth　was　like　the　thunder　of
a　Titan's　tread；　but　so　far　the　alarm　had　not　been　raised。　Perhaps　there　was　a　chance　this　reckless　attack　might　just　succeed。
Even　in　the　dim　light；　Vauban　could　see　a　head　raised　above　the　level　of　the　ramparts　of　the　enemy　earthworks　and　counted　down
the　seconds　until　the　attack　hit　home。
All　they　needed　was　a　little　more　time。
URAJA　KLANE　PULLED　himself　up　to　the　ramparts　of　the　earthworks　and　peered　into　the　darkness；　resting　his　rifle　on　the　rough；
earthen　parapet。　There　was　something　happening　in　front　of　the　works；　but　he　couldn't　quite　see　what。　Lord　Kroeger　had　charged
them　with　the　protection　of　these　guns　and　he　knew　better　than　to　disappoint　his　master。　But　the　flickering　lights　and　noise　from
the　sprawling　campsite　made　it　difficult　to　make　out　anything。
Behind　him；　several　hundred　soldiers　slept　on　the　firing　step　or　drank　distilled　spirits　from　tin　mugs　in　their　muddy　dug…outs。
He　glanced　down　and　kicked　Yosha　awake。　He　had　a　pair　of　battered　field　glasses　that　could　see　in　the　dark；　didn't　he？
'Hey；　Yosha；　wake　up；　you　useless　piece　of…'　hissed　Klane。
Yosha　mumbled　something　foul　and　unintelligible；　then　rolled　over。　Klane　kicked　him　again。
'Yosha；　wake　up；　damn　you。　Gimme　your　goggles！'
'What？'　slurred　Yosha。　'My　goggles？'
'Yeah；　I　think　there's　something　out　there。'
Yosha　grumbled；　but　dragged　himself　to　his　feet；　rubbing　his　eyes　with　filthy　hands　and　yawning　hugely。　He　peered　out　into　the
darkness。
'There's　nothing　out　there；'　he　declared　sleepily。
'Use　your　damn　goggles；　you　idiot。'
Casting　a　scathing　look　at　his　comrade；　Yosha　pulled　out　a　set　of　blackened　and　ancient　field　goggles。　A　bizarre　protuberance
slotted　over　the　eyepiece　and　Yosha　pulled　it　over　his　shaven　head。　He　rested　his　chin　on　his　hands　and　trained　his　gaze　over　the
parapet。
'Well；'　pressed　Klane。　'You　see　anything？'
'Yeah；'　whispered　Yosha。　'There's　something　coming。　Looks　like—'
'Like　what？'
'Like—'
Klane　never　got　the　chance　to　find　out。　A　sharp；　buzzing　crack　whipped　by　him　and　blasted　the　back　of　Yosha's　head　open　in　an
explosion　of　blood　and　brains。　Yosha　crumpled　slowly　and　toppled　from　the　rampart。
'Khorne's　teeth！'　swore　Klane；　jerking　back　and　switching　his　gaze　from　the　headless　corpse　to　the　ground　before　the　earthworks。
The　whipping　noise　slashed　past　him　again　and　a　puff　of　earth　exploded　next　to　him。
Sniper！
Klane　ducked　down　behind　the　parapet　and　cocked　his　rifle；　his　head　working　left　and　right　to　see　other　sentries　dropping；　no
doubt　picked　off　by　Imperial　snipers　on　the　walls　of　the　ravelin。　He　swore　again。　There　must　be　an　attack　coming　in！
He　crawled　along　the　firing　step；　clambering　over　sleeping　bodies　towards　the　alarm　siren；　and　pulled　himself　up　the　timber　spar
where　the　flared　bullhorn　was　bolted。　He　grabbed　the　cranking　handle。
Klane　heard　booted　steps　approaching　the　parapet　and　realised　he　didn't　have　much　time。　He　turned　the　squealing　handle；　the
wailing　cry　from　the　bullhorn　growing　in　volume　as　he　spun　it　faster　and　faster。　A　shot　blasted　the　timber　beside　him；　showering
him　with　splinters　and　he　flinched；　releasing　the　handle　and　taking　up　his　rifle。
Thudding　footsteps　hit　the　soil　of　the　earthworks　below。　Damned　Imperials！　He　snarled；　pleased　to　have　this　chance　to　kill。
Scrabbling　hands　sounded　on　the　far　side　of　the　parapet。
No　bastard　Guardsman　was　going　to　get　past　Uraja　Klane！
He　roared　in　hatred　and　rose　to　his　feet；　swinging　his　rifle　around　to　find　himself　facing　a　giant　warrior　in　yellow　power　armour
with　a　crackling　sword　and　scarlet　Imperial　eagle　on　his　breastplate。
'What　the　f—'　was　all　he　had　time　to　say　before　the　Imperial　Fists　Space　Marine　clove　him　in　two　with　his　power　sword。
SIRENS　SCREAMED；　PIERCING　the　night　with　their　cries　and　Vauban　knew　that　with　the　element　of　surprise　lost　they　had　only　a
limited　time　to　achieve　their　objective　before　they　would　have　to　fall　back。　He　climbed　the　steep　exterior　slope　of　the　earthworks；
using　the　butt　of　his　pistol　for　purchase。　His　soldiers　scrambled　over　the　parapet　with　a　roar　of　released　fury。
A　grenade　detonated　nearby；　showering　him　with　earth　and　he　slipped；　feet　scrabbling　for　grip。
A　gauntleted　hand　reached　down　and　closed　on　his　wrist；　lifting　him　easily　across　the　parapet　in　a　single　motion。　He　was　deposited
on　the　firing　step　beside　a　broken　corpse；　and　swiftly　drew　his　power　sword。　The　Space　Marine　who　had　hauled　him　over　the
parapet　turned　and　began　firing　a　bolt…gun　into　a　mass　of　enemy　soldiers　in　red　overalls。　His　brethren　were　pushing　further　into　the
entrenchments　as　the　Imperial　Guard　scrambled　over　the　parapet　and　into　the　battery。
'Thank　you；　Brother…Captain　Eshara；'　said　Vauban　breathlessly。
The　Imperial　Fists　captain　nodded；　slammed　a　fresh　magazine　into　his　bolter　and　said；　'Thank　me　later。　We　have　work　to　do；'
before　turning　and　charging　from　the　firing　step。
Graham　McNeill　？Storm　of　Iron？
Gunfire　and　explosions　lit　the　trenches　and　dug…outs　of　the　battery　with　strobing　light；　screaming　soldiers　and　wounded　men
providing　a　cacophonous　backdrop　to　the　attack。　Hundreds　of　Jourans　poured　over　the　earthwork；　killing　anything　in　their　path。
The　Chaos　soldiery　had　been　caught　largely　unawares；　and　the　Imperial　troops　offered　no　quarter　to　the　unready　foe。　Storming
parties　slaughtered　the　enemy　soldiers；　shooting　them　where　they　lay　or　stabbing　them　with　bayonets　as　they　scrambled　for
weapons。
Fifteen　gigantic　war　machines　were　situated　here；　enormous　howitzers　and　long　cannons　with　barrels　so　wide　a　man　could　stand
upright　inside。　Bronze　plates　embossed　with　skulls　and　unholy　icons　were　fixed　on　each　machine's　flank；　and　thick　chains　looped
around　giant　rings　were　securely　bolted　to　their　track　units。　There　was　a　terrible　sense　of　menace　surrounding　the　siege　engines
and　Vauban　had　a　gnawing　sense　of　wrongness　in　his　gut。　He　knew　without　doubt　that　such　blasphemous　creations　should　never
have　been　allowed　to　come　into　existence。
The　Imperial　Fists　swept　efficiently　through　the　battery；　securing　its　perimeters　and　killing　the　war　machines'　gunners。　They
established　themselves　in　strong　positions　around　the　approach　trenches　and　parallel；　ready　to　hold　off　the　inevitable
counterattack。
Vauban　dropped　from　the　firing　step　and　shouted；　'Alpha　demo　team；　with　me！　Bravo　team　with　Colonel　Leonid！'
Two　dozen　men　followed　him　towards　the　machines　and；　even　over　the　crack　of　small…arms　fire；　Vauban　shivered　as　he　felt　the
pulse　of　monstrous；　daemonic　breath　grating　along　his　spine　just　below　the　threshold　of　hearing。　He　stepped　across　scores　of
corpses；　making　his　way　quickly　towards　the　daemon　engines。　As　he　and　his　men　drew　near；　the　sense　of　wrongness　grew　stronger
and　stronger。　As　he　set　foot　on　the　metal　decking　where　the　machines　were　chained；　agonising　pain　ripped　into　him　and　he　felt　his
guts　cramp　and　his　knees　buckle。　Terror　seized　him　as　his　mind　was　filled　with　the　unshakable　belief　that　to　touch　these　unholy
monsters　was　to　die。
He　could　see　he　was　not　alone　in　this　hideous　sensation。　Soldiers　were　dropping　to　their　knees；　some　vomiting　blood　as　the
daemonic　aura　of　the　nightmare　machines　washed　over　them。　Chains　rattled　and　metal　groaned　beneath　them　as　the　war　machines
supped　on　the　red　liquid；　a　bass　thrumming　building　from　the　line　of　daemon　engines。
The　sounds　of　bolter　fire　intensified　from　the　edges　of　the　battery；　and　Vauban　knew　the　Iron　Warriors　must　be　counterattacking；
fearful　of　losing　their　hellish　artillery。
They　couldn't　fail！　Not　now　they　had　come　so　close。
Vauban　pushed　himself　to　his　feet；　gritting　his　teeth　against　the　waves　of　sickness　that　wracked　him　and　dragged　the　soldier
nearest　to　him　to　his　feet。
'Come　on；　damn　you！'　he　yelled。　'On　your　feet；　soldier！'
The　man　grabbed　his　satchel　charges　and　stumbled　after　Vauban；　his　face　contorted　in　terror　and　agony。　The　two　men　lurched
towards　the　nearest　machine；　its　chains　jangling　furiously　and　geysers　of