The building shook as the Leman Russ apprached.dust and fragments of masonry rained down on Krug and his mob from what was left of the roof.They waited back from the shattered walls and out of sight with an unusual patience for Orks.it wasn't untill they heard the first thwack! booom! of the tanks battlecannon that they brought their rokkit launchas up to the windows.the tank was right outside, cutting down the last of a mob of gretchin with its heavy bolters and presenting its flank to the apparently empty building the tankbustas occupied.Their three rokkits roared down at it on smoky yellow tails.One corkscrew away at the last instant and plowed into the ground,one was a dud whitch ricocheted off with a clang,but the other tore a great chunk out of the vehicle's side armour and sent a track whipping away like a wounded python.Krug and his boyz were up and running before it had even slewed to a halt,Grognatz and Arik clamped their bombz to its side and ducked away before a firey blossom lifted its turret clean off and the engine blew with a teath-rattling concussion.Corpral Brecht's monocular brought the scene below into sharp focus.A crude earth ramp had been thrown up to the armoured flank of the Ork's attack ship and an opening cut through the buckled plates and leaking pipes.A stream of Gretchin slaves were hauling boxes of amunition and cans of fuel down the slope.As he watched a heavy tracked vehicle nosed its way out of the ship's cavernous interior and a thrill of fear coursed through him as he recognized the familiar hull of a Basilisk under a barbaric array of spikes and armour plates.He crawled back to the rest of the patrol who were warily watching back down the defile in case any more Kommandos were in the area."Get on the link."he shouted to Arhaus."And tell the Captan we've got big problems.It looks like the greenskins salvaged tanks from Kolchis and they're on their way."