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with fear。 Confused icons flashed on the holomap of the base； representing friendly forces deploying from barracks and attempting
to engage the invaders。 Cycerin could see that it would not be enough； there had simply been too much devastation in the opening
moments of the attack。
But he consoled himself that he and his staff were safe enough in the Hope。 Protected high within its armoured structure； there
was no way an enemy could penetrate its security。 No way at all。
HONSOU HACKED HIS sword through a weeping soldier's torso； separating his upper and lower halves with a single blow。 Their
attack through the breach in the wall had caught the mustering Imperial soldiers completely by surprise。 Most were already dead；
crushed by masonry blasted from the wall by his heavy weapon teams。
An enemy officer attempted to rally his men from the hatch of his command Chimera； screaming at them to stand firm。 Honsou
shot him in the face and vaulted a rebar…laced chunk of rockcrete； swinging his mighty sword amongst the horrified soldiers。
Gunfire raked the ground beside him； explosions of ash kicked up in red spurts by the Chimera's hull…mounted heavy bolter。
Honsou rolled aside as the turret began traversing in his direction。
'Take that vehicle out！' he yelled。
Positioned on the walls； two iron giants carrying long barrelled cannons on their shoulders swung their heavy weapons to bear。
Twin streaks of incandescent energy blasted into the vehicle。 Seconds later； it vanished in an orange fireball； raining yet more
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debris down upon the battlefield。 Honsou picked himself up as another Chimera attempted to back away from the breach； firing its
weapons as it retreated。 His gunners on the wall methodically swept their weapons around and destroyed it with contemptuous
ease。
The base was in flames； but Honsou's practiced eye could see that the vital runways and landing platforms had escaped most of
the violence of the bombardment。 As his men gathered at the foot of the wall； he aligned himself with the map projected on the
inside face of his visor。 Through the smoke and billowing flames； he could see the faint outline of a tall tower with a flattened
circular top。 This must be the control tower and it was his next target。 Wreckage and bodies littered the battlefield： drop…pods；
aircraft and burning vehicles； their crews either dead or battling for their lives。
The sky was streaked with lines of fire as more Iron Warriors descended to the planet。 His fellow company commanders； Kroeger
and Forrix； would even now be bringing death to this world。 He could not be seen to be doing less in the eyes of the Warsmith。
'We have them now； brothers； and there is death yet to be done。 Follow me and I will give you victory！'
Honsou raised his sword and set off at a sprint towards the control tower； knowing that its capture would earn him great reward。
He wove a zigzag course towards the tower； pools of burning fuel and wrecked machines forcing him into frustrating detours。
After three months of creeping through the mountains； it was a cathartic release of his fury to be amidst such brutality。 The air was
thick with death； and though he was no sorcerer； even he could feel the actinic tang of slaughter that they had brought to Hydra
Cordatus。
Here and there； they met pockets of resistance； but the sight of his thirty blood…soaked warriors charging towards them broke the
courage of all but the most stalwart。 Honsou's blade was dripping with gore as he and his men finally reached the tower。
Grudgingly he was forced to admit that its construction and defences were formidable。 Soldiers in prepared positions surrounded
it in well…constructed； angled redoubts； laying down a hail of bright las…bolts。 Behind four linked and high…walled berms； Honsou
could see the aerials of tanks； but what pattern they were he could not yet tell。
Armoured bunkers at each of the compass points sprayed the area in front of the tower with deadly bullets； turning the open
ground into a killing zone。
Honsou and his men moved into concealed positions behind the twisted wreckage of a Marauder bomber； as the thunderous crack
of a tank's main gun activated the dampers on his armour's auto…senses。 Clouds of dust and rubble rained down and Honsou could
hear the cries of those wounded by the blast。 They had to move fast or the citadel's defenders would be able to counterattack
before the Iron Warriors were able to consolidate their position here。
He peered through a ragged hole torn in the side of the aircraft； wrenching the pilot's bloody corpse out of the way and pondered
the situation。 The corner bunkers were the key： take them and they could roll up the Imperial line with ease。 The gunfire sawing
from the bunkers was murderous； anyone who attempted to charge through it would pay the price for such stupidity。 He grinned
wryly as he saw several of Kroeger's men； berserkers by the look of them； lying torn open； their blood leeching into the dusty
ground。 He wondered if perhaps Kroeger himself might be numbered amongst the dead； but knew that； despite his recklessness；
Kroeger was no fool and would not risk his own neck if he did not have to。
Even as he formed the thought； he caught sight of his nemesis some two hundred metres away； firing his pistol ineffectually at the
Imperial defenders。 Kroeger's attack on the tower had failed and Honsou knew that this was his chance。
He crawled along to his heavy weapon gunners and hammered his fist on the shoulder guards of the warriors with the lascannons；
slung across their shoulders as easily as a human soldier might carry a walking cane。
The gunners turned； acknowledging their leader with curt nods。
Another rain of debris fell around them as a tank shell exploded nearby。 Honsou pointed towards the tower； shouting； 'When I give
the order； aim for the salient angle of the near bunker； and keep firing until you break it open。'
The gunners nodded and Honsou moved further down the line。 He knew he was condemning those men to death； but didn't care。
Another of his heavy gunners carried a hissing weapon with a wide； flaring barrel etched with elaborate traceries of flame。 The
gunner's armour was dented and scorched in places； but the weapon was pristine； as though freshly pressed from a weapon forge。
'When the lascannons blow open the bunker； I want you to put enough melta fire into that bunker to make the rock run like liquid。'
Without waiting for a response； Honsou rolled over towards the lascannons and jabbed his fist towards the bunker； voxing the
order to stand to throughout his squads。 He scrambled to the edge of the wrecked Marauder； watching as the two warriors carrying
the lascannons moved into firing positions and aimed their weapons。 Bolt after bolt of powerful las…blasts slammed into the
protruding salient angle of the bunker； blasting away huge chunks of armaplas and rockcrete。 Realising the danger； Imperial
gunners switched their fire to the two heavy gunners； tearing up the ground in a storm of las…blasts and bolter fire。
The two Iron Warriors paid no attention to the incoming fire； sending shot after shot of unimaginably powerful energy into their
target。 Honsou watched as the angled corner of the bunker cracked wide open； the rockcrete burning orange in the heat。 For a
moment it appeared that the gunners might survive the hail of shots directed at them。
But the thunder of Imperial battle cannons settled the matter； obliterating both gunners in an explosive storm of ordnance。 Before
the echoes had died； the Iron Warrior with the multi…melta rose from his concealment and charged forwards to fire。 The gun's
discharge built to a deafening screech before erupting from the barrels in a searing hiss。 The warrior's aim was true and the air
within the bunker ignited with atomic fury； spurts of vaporised flesh and superheated oxygen blasting from the weapon slits。
A huge hole had been blown in the tower's line of defence。 Honsou rose up from his cover and screamed； 'Death to the False
Emperor！'
He leapt over the Marauder's fuselage and sprinted towards the molten hell of die wrecked bunker； its walls now flowing like wax
across the ground。 His men followed him