Chapter 13

A single Kriegsman had died during that attack leaving squad eight with only 6 members left with half of that number being injured.

The squad packed up and scavenged what they could from the dead before heading back to hq, 8888-5678-3456-69krieg had not returned to his after breaching into the city.

Simply pushing on and on, even with his whole squad wiped out. The ammunition for his hellgun had finished on the first day of battle, as it was only able to fire 200 shots from it's powerpack.

They had already gathered enough luggage to several slow them down and so pushing on was not an option.

Now they head back to drop the scavenged equipment and weapons then restock on both numbers and weapons before awaiting orders once more.

So they did, walking in group though still attentive to their surroundings, the ability to retrace their steps proved helpful as locating other kriegsmen was far easier.

At least that was the plan until the sounds of fighting reached their senses. Like a single mind they all stopped in the tracks before heading for where the sound was.

It was intense and chaotic, on one side was an organized group of soldiers holding and defending a location.

On the other side was an enemy whom made use of infantry charges equipped with guns and mostly Melee weapons.

The ones with guns fired into the organized group of masked soldiers, at times even gunning most of their own more than the enemy.

Sounds of shouting and laughter combined with screams and Las fire lighting up the night made for a chaotic field.

The closed up buildings didn't help as the Khorne cultists equipped with guns kept filling it up and shooting from there.

There was little to no cover and like a preprogrammed computer or program, the Kriegsmen kept trying to countercharge which only led to their deaths.

Close combat was a sure death sentence purely thanks to those gunners from every where.

A makeshift defensive barricade had been erected by the Death Korps of krieg, a downgrade from their usual perfect trenches.

Yet they were all they could think of as this was not their specialty. City warfare so far proved fairly hospitable to the Death Korps of krieg at least in the outer cities.

As they closed ever deeper into the city, partly destroyed and closed up buildings became more frequent.

Less mass charges and more focused attacks by the defenders. Most charges from the Death korps usually left them for easy pickings or simply trapped with no way out.

Of course like in training, they chose to simply dig in and hold causing all of them to simply get killed.

Although Leman Russ Tanks did help in taking the outer cities, they could not make it into the inner cities as only infantry troops could.

The Death Korps were in for a fight they had never experienced as soon tunnels and pathways they never knew off birthed enemy troops behind their backs.

Buildings that seemed destroyed or lifeless would suddenly spring to life as troops hidden in it through a diverse set of ways would begin coming out.

Oddly enough not a single citizen was encountered in the city, only combatants wanting to kill the invaders.

Quickly a month passed bye as the losses began piling up, perhaps a regiment more known to Adapt to their circumstances would have been better than the Death Korps of Krieg.

There were no changes to their tactics, no deviation from the manual they all follow. For as the command structure of krieg always says.

" Any battle in which our capacity and willingness to die exceeds that of the enemy is a battle already won. "

The only thing that could be their least saving grace was their Grenadier squads, these veterans whom are not only looked down on but even known to have signed their deaths by Joining the ranks of the Grenadiers.

We're known for there more loose sides in which they could make good use of the training of Kriegmens have.

Although sent in first, they usually did more damage than expected as these Skull masked soldiers were the bane of cultists and heretics.

Quickly adapting to better kill their opponents and make minimum use of strategy which when put with their relatively small numbers created a force that put up a fight.

The Death korps of Krieg may be Zealots and fanatics brainwashed to a point even some space marines might get jealous of but they were no fools.

Regulation allowed the increased use of Grenadiers when needed and as such several Kriegsmen were promoted to one.

Trooper 8888-5678-3456-69 arrived shortly as the sounds of fighting where he met someone of higher rank than him.

As expected he fell under their command with little words spoken and was given strict and direct orders to hold the line.

Perhaps it was fate or simply lady luck, that person was killed shortly after thereby leaving these Kriegsmen to fend for themselves.

Perhaps through great bad luck finally catching up to trooper 8888-5678-3456-69 after he survive for so long, there was no one to tell them when to disengage thus leaving them stuck there for quite the amount of time.

Their were whittled down gradually but in the end they held, during this time trooper 8888-5678-3456-69 was getting used to the enemy attack patterns.

Already finding ways to counterattack but never really wording it out. He was never order to, in fact his thoughts were un needed and could be seen as a disruption to his duties.

No matter how tough they were however, no matter how hard and strong headed they may be. Hunger would still kill them one way or another.

Trooper 8888-5678-3456-69 knew that he would die alongside his squad and all others here if they did not go back and resupply.

The voice had returned albeit lower than before whispering heretical thoughts in his ears. Thoughts that would deem him a stain on Kriegs road yo atonement.

One that would make his sacrifice seem invalid. It whispered to him too fall back and resupply.