The sole surviving infantryman, the Lt decided the most tactical option was to find a new career, and so made rapid progress towards the rear of the board, Grots and the Boss Mob (thinned a little from those damn battle canons) in close pursuit.
While the Warbike’s shootas had just pinged uselessly off the first Russ’s armour, C3POrk had finally come to grips with the second, his powered saw ripping through the tank’s armour like butter.
While the remaining Sentinal focused on the Boyz mob still coming fown the central lane, the first Russ swivelled its turret, bringing it to bear on C3POrk, standing a mere 8″ away. With an earthshattering roar the canon fired, its explosive payload pounding straight into the Kan’z chest.
As the smoke cleared… C3POrk emerged, unscathed…
Seizing the advantage, the Kan and the remnants of the Stormboyz mob charged the Russ. While C3POrk’s attack was obviously a little distracted by his close brush with destiny, the Stormboy Nob managed to stuff his Attack Squig down the barrel of the battle canon with a krak grenade in its mouth, ripping the turret clear off the tank.
Determined to go down fighting, the Sentinel remained focused on the distant Boyz mob, but failed to inflict any casualties this time around.
The Lt however, determined to go down somewhere far more comfortable, legged it off the board.
With the battle thus concluded, all that remained was to tally up the damage. Final Victory Point score: Imperial Guard 836, Orks 1332.
A resounding win for da Boyz, and a fun break from a long wargaming celibacy…
With the smoke settlng over the city ruins, what is left to do but rest, for the next battle?
