OT:Thank you, just finished 'False Gods' and are currently trying to purchase Horus Rising and Galaxy in Flames.

The thunderous explosion that filled the land before him was amazing to watch. The sky seemed to suddenly light up as bolts of fire blasted apart the sectors before his eyes. The battle had shifted far from the LZ, into the northern, barren lands. Buttes of weathered stone became citadels, demolished by the Thunderbirds, Whirlwinds, and Guard Basilisks. If some fell into Imperial hands, they were held to the bitter end, the artillery punishing everything for miles. The Orks had little air support, giving the Imperial ground forces overwhelming superiority.

Aarkus watched from his bunker, built on a low, red tinged butte, about a mile round. Trenches had been dug the day before, reinforced with concrete bunkers and strongpoints. Artillery had arrive that day, along with a hundred Astartes Hammer Falcon legion troops, Aarkus one of their number, and three thousand Imperial Guardsmen. Leman Russ tanks were dropped in, set up as mobile reinforcements. Devestators were placed around the perimeter. This was the leading edge of the Imperial forces, the rising butte to their front the only landmark for miles, and held by the Orks. Thunderbirds had swept in before, and the Holy Banner fire had shattered much of the red face. The lizards were still there.
Every hour they reminded the Imperial troops of their presence, letting a volley of rocketry and shells thunder into the butte. This time, the volley contiuned beyond a couple seconds.
"Imperium defenders, stand before these tainted Orks, and drive them back to the hell from whence they came. Legio Falcon!" Primarch Gilbert's strong voice broke through the radio chatter. Another blast of space-craft shells rocked the butte, the Holy Banner launching another salvo of fire from her ports.

The Orks appeared from the surrounding desert. Thousands of red and green warriors. Walking hulks of Orks appeared amongst the grunts. Several assaulter groups lit their rockets, going skyward, and then plummeting inside the butte.
"Die Lizard!" Aarkus cried from his bunker, letting loose a stream of bolter fire that cut through a wave of Orks with rocket packs. Grenades crumped and crashed, blowing bodies apart. Packs of red light glowed as the Guardsmen opened with their laz-guns. The first wave was cut down almost immediately. Then the Whirlwinds and Basilisks opened fire. The ground rumbled and shook as they dropped shells like rain, breaking apart the Ork horde. The lizards yelled their rage, and stampeded to the low butte. Only ten feet of compacted dirt seperated the Orks from the top of the butte. As they rushed forward, the sound of rockets filled the air. More Ork shells crashed in, blowing apart the rim of the butte and some of the trench.
Aarkus waited for the Orks to scamper forward, over the ledge. They had disappeared under the horizon of the butte as the rockets thundered in.
Then the Waaagh cry lifted from a thousand scaly throats, and a wave of the suicidal Orks appeared. They carried grenades and charges, bolters and knives. Charging at break-neck speed, they hurled the grenades and shield shaped charges everywhere. Then as bolter and las-gun fire cut through their bodies, the charges detonated. Bunkers and trenches exploded, dirt was hurled into the air.
As hell broke loose, the Orks of general stature appeared. Grunts, armed with meltas, flammas, and gunnas, they rushed the defenses. Aarkus tossed the last of his grenades, and opened fire. Heavy bolters thundered away, and brass casings spontaneously appeared on the floor. Flamers let loose, torching the ground before the Orks. Shells cut through the Orks, and they still charged.
Then the Devestators clomped forward. They fired their chain-guns, their Hellfire rockets, and flame units. Some Ork companies disappeared under the onslaught.
Aarkus felt his clip go dry, hundreds of Orks scattered before his bunker slit. Heavy bolters still fired, and even the rockets crashed and thundered, blowing the earth from the Orks. Pulling another clip, Aarkus slammed it in and loaded his chamber.
The Orks brought forward their tanks. Clattering mechanical giants, their treads crushed the Ork bodies below, the gunners letting loose hell. The rocketeers switched their aim, Hellfire missles drawn to the tanks. They contiuned on, despite the punishment. Some were stopped by the resistance, but they contiuned to fire, blowing bunkers apart.

One rolled by the bunker, charging onward. Following like ants, thousands of Orks poured into the gap. Aarkus opened fire again, taking them down with half-aimed bolter shots. Then the grenades crashed against the bunker doors.
"Out Guardsmen, lets give them cold steel!" Aarkus cried, holstering his bolter and drawing his chainsword.