|Commander Jake Taffton, seen above, motions his command squad forward in coordination with the Slug Dogs. His melta team opens fire and combined with the autocannon, eliminate any remaining sentinels in pursuit.|
Unfortunately for PC Jake Taffton, a vicious shard of shrapnel from the detonating sentinels catches him squarely in the jaw. He is knocked to his knees. His remaining command squad quickly drag him into the bushes, just in time for Infantry Squad Beetles to join them.
|Infantry Squad Baileys secure some food. Their fire was hampered by the starving troops literally tearing into rations of raw turf while firing from their position. Loyalist forces return fire. Chaos erupts as water jugs explode from lasgun fire.|
|Infantry Squad Beetles dashes across the small hill and takes position behind the hedgerows.|
|A scrum breaks out between the Beetles and Loyalist Veterans. The Beetles scatter, and collectively decide to fall back into the swamp.|
|The Baileys dashed forward into the abandoned ball-bearing storage bin. There was the hidden supply of fuel they were sent to retrieve.|
|The Baileys held their ground while Chimeras burned and blinded them with acrid black smoke.|
The field was yielded. PC Taffton called a general retreat as the Rat Catchers and Broilers took up fall-back positions behind his line. The Loyalists ground their final Chimera up to the ammunition and began piling it on board.
When the reinforcements arrive, Jake Taffton will receive his new orders. More than likely, he'll find himself heading into the city to pursue the fuel-filled transports and to avoid a siege of the city. His men would fight just if promised they could reach Lake Delta to the north.
Death feels better than going on one more day with an empty canteen.