Again he was forced to admire the cunning of the architects of Hydra Cordatus。 These artillery pits were designed to remain silent
and hidden until the Christo's attackers believed they had knocked out the fort's guns。 Once attackers had established their
breaching batteries； these guns would unleash deadly salvoes of ordnance to destroy their artillery pieces。
They were dug at an angle into the rock face； making it difficult； if not impossible； to target with counter…battery fire and Honsou
realised that with this information he had a chance to prove his worth to the Warsmith。
He waved over his second…in…command； Goran Delau； and indicated the artillery positions。
'Clever；' observed Delau。
'Aye；' agreed Honsou darkly。 'It will be a devil of a job to destroy them。'
'Indeed。'
Honsou glanced round as the scrape of metal on rock sounded again； and he stifled a curse as Brakar Polonas noisily joined them。
'Why do we stop？' he asked。
Honsou didn't answer； he simply pointed towards the concealed artillery positions。
Polonas nodded； studying the positions with his practiced eye。
'We can mark their positions and shell them once the first parallel's batteries are in place；' suggested Delau。 'We can bring enough
rock down to block the guns。'
Polonas shook his head。 'I do not believe it can be done with guns。 Look； there is a rock canopy built across the top of the door
and a ditch before them to catch any rubble that may be blasted loose。'
Honsou was impressed。 He had not noticed those defences and his respect for the old man rose a fraction。
'Then we take the fight to them； and capture the guns now。'
Once again； Polonas shook his head。
'Keep your impatience in check； half…breed。 We must not act in haste。 Think about it。 These doors lead within the rock of the
fortress； most likely just to this outwork； but possibly even to the main citadel。 Were we to attack now； the enemy would simply
seal the tunnels beyond our means to breach and defend them with great vigour。'
'Then what do you suggest； Polonas？' snapped Honsou。
Polonas turned his gaze on Honsou and snarled； 'You must learn to respect your betters； half…breed。 The first lesson of intelligence
gathering is knowing how to use the information you accumulate。 To act precipitously would be to alert the enemy of what we
know。'
'Then what？ We just ignore the fact that we have discovered these positions？'
'No； far from it。 We continue as though we are unaware of their existence。 Await their deployment and take the positions by storm
by previously infiltrated troops。 In conjunction with a frontal escalade； this will allow us to take Tor Christo in a matter of hours。'
Honsou bit back a retort as he saw the sense in what Brakar Polonas was suggesting。 It was a salutary lesson and Honsou bowed
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his head； accepting the words of Forrix's engineer。
'Very well； we will do as you direct； Brakar Polonas' said Honsou formally。
Swiftly； Honsou contacted the remainder of his warriors and issued the command to return to the rally point。 He deactivated the
vox…link and was preparing to move out when Brakar Polonas turned and slipped on a loose patch of shale； the metal of his bionic
leg scraping noisily between the faces of two boulders。
The Iron Warriors froze。
Tense seconds passed in the stagnant darkness as Honsou held his breath。 He scrambled across to the veteran warrior as quietly as
he was able and saw that his leg was wedged tight between two rocks。 He cursed silently to himself and pressed his gauntlets flat
against Polonas's shoulder guards。
'Be still；' he warned。
Just as he had begun to think they had not been detected； a spear of phosphorescent light streaked skyward； closely followed by a
second。 Both burst within seconds of one another and the plateau was suddenly illuminated by twin suns burning brightly as they
slowly descended on small grav…chutes。
A cry of alarm was raised high above them and Honsou cursed aloud this time； uncaring of who heard him。
'Damn you； Polonas！' snarled Honsou； wrenching the ancient warrior from the ground。 The metal of the bionic leg was wedged
tightly and it was the organic components of the limb that failed first； tearing free in a wash of blood as Honsou ripped Polonas
from the ground。
Polonas grunted in pain； the accelerated healing mechanism of his body stemming the flow of blood from his severed leg in
seconds。 Honsou shucked the man onto his shoulders and shouted； 'Iron Warriors； go！ As fast as you can！' He heard the
unmistakable cough of mortar fire。
Honsou knew that the first rounds would be for ranging purposes； but there would be spotters on the wall to direct subsequent
volleys。 They had to make as much use of this time as they could。 The strobing light of the two sunflares cast lunatic shadows
across the cracked ground and it took all Honsou's skill not to lose his footing as he raced from the base of the mountain。 The
ground rocked as mortar shells burst ahead of them； scything deadly fragments in all directions； but they were landing too long。
The height of the mortars was working against the Imperial gunners now。 Their elevation gave them longer reach； but also meant
that it was impossible to engage targets within a certain range。
Perversely； Honsou knew they had been safest where they were； but also knew it was only a matter of time until troops were sent
to flush them out。 It was unlikely the Basilisks would join the fight； as it would be a waste of ordnance to engage so few targets
with so remote a chance of hitting。
Another volley slammed into the ground； closer this time； and Honsou stumbled to his knees； just barely keeping his balance with
the weight of Polonas on his shoulder。 More sunflares exploded overhead and now small arms fire began bursting around them。
Las…bolts vitrified the dust and heavy bolters churned the ground。 He felt an impact graze his shoulder and another clip his thigh；
but these were little but annoyances： his armour was proof against such weaponry。
Heavier impacts blasted into the ground beside him and he swore again as he realised that the defenders had managed to bring
some heavy weaponry up to the firing step。 A bolt from a lascannon hammered into the ground beside him； cracking the earth and
flashing the dust to vapour。
More shells landed and this time Honsou was thrown to the ground as a mortar shell burst less than five metres directly above
him； spraying him with razor sharp shrapnel。 Red runes winked into life across his visor as the spirit within his armour registered
breaches in its structure。 Honsou could feel the stickiness of blood briefly run down his leg and back before his enhanced
metabolism clotted the wounds。
He offered a brief prayer of thanks to the gods for sparing him。 Power armour was amongst the best protection a warrior could
have； but even it had its limitations。 He reached over to grab Polonas and realised why he had been spared。
The veteran's back was laid open to the bone； his thick ribs and spine glistening and red。 His head was a mass of gristle and
bloody flesh； pulped grey matter pouring in a glutinous flood from his shattered skull。 Honsou shrugged and tapped Polonas's Iron
Warriors' icon on his shoulder plate in thanks for saving his life； then picked himself up from the ground。
Honsou pushed himself forward and； freed from the weight of Polonas； was quickly able to outdistance the mortars； pounding
across the cratered ground in a lumbering sprint。
Shells continued to land behind him； but the gunners on the walls were firing at phantoms now； their targets having escaped their
wrath。 Honsou slowed to a jog and counted in his men； coming up one short。 Aside from Polonas； only one other warrior had
fallen。 Honsou considered they had been lucky。
More sunflares continued to turn the valley's night into day； but the Imperials were simply wasting shells now。
Honsou strode through the picket lines protecting the digging parties； satisfied at the progress the slaves were making。 The ground
was dusty and hard…packed； but given the right threats and impetus； the slaves were working fast enough。
Over two thousand men dug the barren soil of Hydra Cordatus； creating a trench that ran from the eastern edge of the valley wall
to a point mapped out by today's foray of the prisoners at the extreme range of Tor Christo's guns。 Here the trench bent
southwards； following the curve of Tor Christo's curtain wall。
The earth excavated from the trench was piled on its outer edge； on the side facing the fortress； providing a ready…made fire step
and protection for the diggers。 Once the trench had been completed； the Iron Warriors would build more permanent fortifications
along its length； adding linked bunkers every fifty metres and laying minefields of their own。
Honsou jumped across the trench； nodding in acknowledgement to men from his company as they supervised the labouring slaves；
ensuring everything was constructed to their satisfaction。 The work was progressing at speed and； barring interference from the
Imperials； the trench was sure to be complete before morning。
He moved easily through the swarming throng of bodies engaged in digging and stockpiling supplies ready for the push towards