He watched as the Reavers and the Warlord opened fire and the air exploded with the shocking noise。 The Warhounds gratefully
took shelter in the shadow of their larger cousins； adding their own gunfire to the barrage。
Leonid stumbled forward； past the Titans and into the cover of the guns of the Primus Ravelin； relieved beyond words that he had
made it back alive。 Fresh troops manned the firing step at the edge of the forward ditch and Ellard passed him off to a frightenedlooking
soldier before returning to the battlefield to see to his men。 Leonid leant against the wall of the parapet； cradling his head
in his hands as the full horror of the battle crashed down upon him。
With those Dragoons who could escape now under the protection of the Titans of the Legio Ignatum and the citadel's gunners； the
majority of the enemy did not appear too keen to continue the massacre； turning back to their own lines with raucous cries and
taunts on their lips。 Some could not contain their lust for killing and tried in vain to catch their victims； only to be mown down by
close range fire from the Titans and the columns of fire from the ravelin and bastions。
Leonid felt an unbelievable exhaustion smother him。 He put a hand out to steady himself； but the world spun crazily and he slid
down the wall and collapsed before the soldiers next to him could catch him。
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FOUR
DESPITE THE WARM wind that gusted across the mountain peaks； a shiver passed down Major Gunnar Tedeski's spine as he
watched the activities below the fortress of Tor Christo。 The stocky major leant over the parapet of Kane bastion； steadying
himself with his one arm； and tried to guess at the number of men working below on the plains。 At a conservative estimate； he
guessed there were perhaps eight or nine thousand workers digging or otherwise engaged in the siege…works below。 The enemy
was not short of men to dig； that was for sure； but how many actual warriors faced him was impossible to say。
'Uh； Major Tedeski； I'm not sure that's such a good idea；' ventured his aide…de…camp Captain Poulsen； who followed behind him
clutching a data…slate。
'Nonsense； Poulsen； these Chaos scum aren't the sort to go in for snipers。'
'Even so； sir；' reiterated Poulsen as the boom of artillery echoed from the sides of the valley。
Tedeski shook his head； saying； 'It's too short to matter。'
Sure enough the shell landed in the ruins of the watch…tower； sending up a plume of dust and rock fragments。 The watchtower had
been demolished after less than a day's shelling； but it had never been designed to withstand such a comprehensive bombardment
in the first place。
Tedeski pulled back from the parapet and continued his walk around the perimeter of the bastion's walls。 Soldiers sat； playing dice
or sleeping below the level of the parapet。 A few scanned the ground before them； their faces lined in exhaustion and lack of sleep。
The more or less constant shelling had denied everyone sleep； and nerves were stretched taut。
In the week since the abortive attack on the traitors' trench system by the Legio Ignatum and the armoured units of the Dragoons；
the plateau had changed beyond all recognition。 Enemy artillery had pounded the plains day and night with high explosives；
obliterating razor wire and detonating mines。 Zigzag trenches covered the ground； reaching out towards the promontory that Tor
Christo sat upon； their sides heavily reinforced with earthen ramparts。 Tedeski's gunners had done their best； but the trenches had
been constructed with mathematical precision and they were impossible to enfilade。 Only once； when a portion of the trench had
overreached； were they able to cause some real damage； killing the diggers and obliterating their machinery。
But since then； as each trench approached a point where the guns would be able to fire down their length； giant figures in greysteel
armour would direct the workers to alter the angle of digging。
A spider web of communication trenches and redoubts spread back to the main campsite and； though the Christo's guns shelled
them daily； his observers could see no appreciable damage。 It was maddeningly frustrating to see the foe advance with such
impunity。 The enemy had thrown out a second parallel at the termination of the saps； its sharp curve matching the sweep of his
walls exactly。 In two sections of this new parallel； high walls had been built。 No doubt the trench behind them was being deepened
and widened to allow the placement of large…bore howitzers。
Though the men in the Christo had been under fire for over a week； the range was too great for the enemy guns to do more than
chip away at the walls。 However； the range was ideal for delivering ricochet fire； which had dismounted a great many of Tor
Christo's wall…mounted guns。 Tedeski had ordered the remaining guns to be pulled back into the fort； and though casualties had
been light … fifty…two men dead so far … that would all change when the batteries of the second parallel were completed。
But Tedeski had a surprise in store for Tor Christo's attackers。
Guns situated at the base of the rocky promontory； kept in reserve thus far； would soon make their presence felt when the enemy
moved their heavy artillery forward into those newly constructed batteries。
'It won't be long now； Poulsen；' mused Tedeski。
'What won't； sir？'
'The attack； Poulsen； the attack；' replied Tedeski； unable to mask his irritation。 'If we can't stop them from completing those
batteries； they will bring up their big guns and lob high explosive shells right over our walls。 Then they won't need to batter our
walls down； they'll be able to walk right up to the main gate and come in； because there will be no one left alive to stop them。'
'But the guns below will stop them； surely？'
'Possibly；' allowed Tedeski； 'but we'll only be able to pull that trick once。 And that's assuming they don't know about them already。
Remember that reconnaissance party we fired on at the beginning of all this？'
'Yes； sir。'
'Well there's every chance our enemies know of the guns down there； and have planned accordingly。'
'Surely not； sir。 If the enemy had discovered them； they would have attempted to shell them before now； would they not？'
Tedeski nodded thoughtfully； resting his elbow on the stonework of the parapet； its sharply angled construction allowing a soldier
to fire at attackers almost directly below。
'There is that； Poulsen； and that's the only reason I haven't had the passages below ground blocked。 I can't risk not having those
guns firing when the time comes。'
Emboldened by his superior officer's cavalier attitude to the potential danger of snipers； Captain Poulsen stood at the edge of the
parapet and watched the bustling activity on the plains。
'I never thought to see such a thing；' he whispered。
'What？'
Poulsen pointed towards the towering form of the Dies Irae； standing immobile where the death of the Imperator Bellum had
crippled it。 Its lower legs were blackened and still smoking where the meltdown of the Imperial Titan had scorched it。 Vast
swathes of scaffolding and buttresses had been erected around its legs as hundreds of men worked to try and repair the grievous
damage done to it。 The Titan's upper body had escaped the worst of the blast and each day its guns would fire upon the citadel；
wreathing its walls in tremendous explosions； daring its enemy to come out and face it once more。
Tedeski nodded； 'Nor I。 It was an honour to watch so brave a warrior fight such a diabolical monster。 His brother Titans will
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avenge him though。'
'And who will avenge us？' pondered Poulsen。
Tedeski rounded on his aide…de…camp and snapped； 'We shall not need avenging； Captain Poulsen； and I will have words with any
man who publicly voices such an opinion。 Do you understand me？'
'Yes； sir；' replied Poulsen hurriedly。 'I only meant—'
'I know what you meant； Poulsen； but do not say these things aloud；' cautioned Tedeski； waving his arm at the soldiers who
manned the parapet and the gunners who tended their artillery pieces。
What do you think is the single most important element of a fortress； Poulsen？ Its walls？ Its guns？ Its position？ No。 It is the men
who stand behind its walls and say to the enemy； 〃No； you shall not take this place〃。 The fighting spirit of these men is all that
keeps the enemy beyond these walls and only by standing together； with faith in the Emperor and an utter belief in our ability to
hold； will we prevail。 Regardless of the facts； the men need to believe that we believe the Christo can hold。 Otherwise we are lost。'
Poulsen nodded thoughtfully before saying； 'Do you believe we can hold； sir？'
Tedeski returned his gaze to the plains below。 'Ultimately； no； we cannot hold。 Tor Christo will fall； but we will hold it for as long
as we can。 When I decide that the day is lost； I will order the withdrawal along the tunnels and overload our reactor to blow this
place apart before I allow these bastards to make use of the Christo。'
HONSOU PUSHED ASIDE an emaciated slave worker and followed Forrix along the twisting trench that led to the forward parallel。
As the two Iron Warriors passed； slaves hurriedly dropped their shovels and picks and abased themselves before their masters。
Neither Forrix nor Honsou paid the wretched creatures any heed； too intent on the looming shape of Tor Christo above them。
Honsou felt the familiar anticipation as they stepped into the main parallel and he saw the thoroughness with which it had been
constructed。
It had been dug to a depth of three metres； the wall nearest Tor Christo angled inwards to minimise the effect of airbursting shells。
Propped dugouts were cut into the trench sides where slaves slept； ate and died。 Too bone…weary to dispose of their dead in any
other way； corpses were pushed to the side of the trench； the rotted remains filling the air with the stench of decay。 Timber boards
on iron sleepers were laid across the base of the trench and Honsou was impressed with the speed with which Forrix had driven
the trench forward。
'The first battery will be here；' said Forrix； pointing to a portion of the trench Honsou estimated was some six hundred metres from
the base of the mountain。 He could see that work had already begun on widening the trench。 Thick sheets of steel were piled at the
entrance to the new battery； ready to be laid across the ground to enable the big guns to fire without their recoil burying them in
the ground。
Honsou nodded； looking up towards Tor Christo； picturing the angle of fire this guns placed in this battery would have。
The most vulnerable point of any fortification was its salient angles； the projecting points of its bastions where the ground in front
was not covered by direct fire from the parapet。 Forrix had dug the main sap directly towards the central bastion； with this forward
parallel constructed well within the range of the fort's guns； but protected by their depth and earthen ramparts。
Honsou could see that batteries were being dug to either side of the bastion's salient； angled inwards so that the guns placed there
would fire perpendicular to the face of the bastion and break it open efficiently。 Once the walls had been breached with di