Fallujah:

Space Marines assault a Feral Ork stronghold.

Battle of Stalingrad

A fairly routine IG operation.

Battle of Valetta:

Black Templars hold a small keep against over 15,000 Orks and their Hulks.

Battle of Marathon:

Pretty standard Ultramarines vs. Orks affair, complete with the celebratory prepubescent boy fucking for the Ultras afterwards.

War of 1812 = Damocles Gulf Crusade
Great Britain = Imperium of Man
United States = Tau

Vietnam war:

Dark Eldar cult partying on an agrcultural imperial planet

The Battle of Ork's Drift was a battle in the Praetor-Goffs War. The defence of the mission station of Ork's Drift, under the command of Lieutenant John Chard of the Imperial Engineers, immediately followed the Praetorian Army's defeat at the Battle of Isandlwana on 22 January 879 M41, and continued into the following day, 23 January. Just over 150 Praetorian and colonial troops successfully defended the garrison against an intense assault by 3,000 to 4,000 Orks. The massive Ork attacks on Ork's Drift came very close to defeating the tiny garrison but were ultimately repelled. Eleven Imperial Crosses were awarded to the defenders, along with a number of other decorations and honours.

Russian Civil War: Bar brawl between Valhallans and Vostroyans

>>14365574
Men of Terra stop your dreaming
Can't you see their choppas gleaming
See their warrior pennants streaming
To this battlefield

Men of Terra stand ye steady
It cannot be ever said ye
For the battle were not ready
Stand and never yield

From the hills rebounding
Let this war cry sounding
Summon all at Praetoria's call
The mighty force surrounding

Men of Terra onto glory
This shall ever be your story
Keep these burning words before ye
Praetorians will not yield

Charge of the Light Brigade:
An Imperial Guard Rough Rider division gets its orders mixed up with those issued to a heavy tank company and commits to a full frontal charge of a an Chaos artillery position. Less than a 100 men survive

>>14365630
On the morning of 25 October 854 M41, outside the quiet Hive of Balaclava, the 673 cavalrymen of the Praetorian 4th Light Dragoons, 13th Light Dragoons, 17th Lancers, 8th Hussars and 11th Hussars stood at the mouth of a seriously hellacious valley staring at their own suddenly-salient mortality. Atop the large sloped hill on the left side of this ridiculously-deadly valley sat a couple ominous-looking batteries of Traitor Basilisks, all pointing down into the flat grassland below, daring the cavalrymen to approach. To the right, Praetoria’s Cadian allies had just been driven out of their trenches by a massive onslaught of Chaos face-stabbing insanity, and the guns they’d abandoned while getting shanked in the eye had now been commandeered and re-appropriated for the Heretical cause. Directly across the floor of the valley, nearly a mile away, the Praetorian cavalry was staring down the giant black muzzles of a few dozen artillery pieces that definitely seemed as though there were not fucking around. As if this wasn’t soul-crushing enough, behind those guns lie the main body of the Chaos Army – six regiments of Armour and roughly twenty battalions of infantry.

The Light Brigade had its orders. Take the guns, immediately.

The Third Crusade.
The Imperium of Man leads a massive force to retake "holy" planets that have since fallen into the hands of the Eldar, with Marneus Calgar leading them. While they have some success, they are ultimately driven out making zero gains, and only wasting a lot of time, manpower, and resources. Marneus Calgar spreads the legend of the Autarch Sa'Ladin, as a true exemplar of the virtues of an Ultramarine and Imperial values.
Also, while Calgar was away, Captain Sicarius was captured by the High Lords of Terra, and forced to sign the Astra Carta, ceding all worlds ruled over by the Space Marines to direct Imperial control, with all Chapters falling into the hierarchy of the Imperial Guard. The Space Wolves are eradicated shortly after, while the Iron Hands are absorbed into the Adeptus Mechanicus Tech-Guard.

>>14365673
The unit’s second-in-command, Major George Mayow, wasn’t the man responsible for this obviously horrific, Stooges-grade clusterfuck of a blunder that he knew would be destined to lead hundreds of brave cavalrymen to a multi-flavored assortment gruesome deaths. He was a soldier. An officer in the service of the Emperor. All he could do now was carry out his objectives, press the attack to the best of his ability, lead his troops through a gauntlet of artillery fire, maintain discipline, and bring his boys back as alive as possible. What would result from his (and the rest of the Light Brigade’s) actins is not only one of the more intense moments in the storied legacy of the Praetorian armed forces, but in all of military history itself. An unbelievably daring, borderline-foolhardy suicide charge against impossible odds, carried out without a single complaint, and executed with a greater degree of success than anyone could possibly have hoped for, Major Mayow made damn sure that the five regiments of the Light Brigade set an example to the world on that fateful day of the true meaning of bravery, heroism and not saying shit to your dumbass commanding officer even when he gives you an order that’s completely fucking retarded.

>>14365630
I wonder, what is poetry like in the Imperium. Is it really all grimdark appreciation of the Emperor?

If it is, i think i have an idea for a new cult in Dark Heresy...

>>14365727
Nah, some of its glorious and uplifting tales....of the Emperor.
Notice a pattern?

>>14365673
That's actually FUCKING AMAZING.

Battle of Thermopylae: Anything where Space Marines are defending against Tyranids or Orkz. So I guess Rynn's World

>>14365709
Despite what Ciaphas Cain might have you believe, the story of the Light Brigade starts with a completely pointless conflict known as the Crimean Sector War. While I’m sure there’s a hugely-important back story here that dates back to the Great Crusade or some ridiculous garbage, the short version of the bullshit reason behind this Crimean nonsense is this: The Crimeans used to always come out and publicly say that the Vostroyans were the official protectors of all Imperial pillgrims in the Sector, but then in mid M41 they changed their minds and said the Cadians should protect the Pillgrims instead. Logically, the Vostroyans got pissed and went to war with everyone in the sector. The Vostroyans crossed the Sector into Crimean territory, and Praetoria, Cadia, Krieg, and like pretty much every Imperial organization with a membership of at least four people grabbed a bunch of guns and went to the Crimean sector to punch the Vostroyian armies right in their Faberge eggs.

>>14365782
Long story short, the only thing of any value in the Crimean sector was the Vostroyian held planet of Sevastopol, and that was really only important because it was Vostroyas headquarters in the sector. So obviously the Kriegers and Praetorians wanted to smash the place into rubble. The Vostroyans were opposed to this, and when the Allies landed on the planet, they soon found themselves staring at these obviously-impenetrable, ready-to-hump-you-in-the-asshole Vostryoan positions outside the Hive of Balaclava.

Despite full-well knowing that his commanding officer didn’t know the difference between his dick and a garden hose, Mayow had a job to do, and as a career military hardass he wasn’t about to start questioning orders now. When the bugle sounded the charge and the unit’s commander – General Sir Lordship Master Earl James Brudenell of Cardigan, the Seventh Earl of Cardigan – led the charge, George Mayow was the second man in formation, spurring his horse straight ahead at the gallop and blitzing balls-out on a suicide charge of goddamned epic proportions. Every man in the Brigade followed. They kept their formation perfectly.

>>14365809
Now here’s a fun tip for all of you budding armchair generals out there: it doesn’t matter how tough your soldiers are – if you’re going to order a cavalry unit to charge horse-first into a bunch of Basilisks, it’s generally a pretty good idea to specify exactly which battery you want them to go off and get blown up by. Unfortunately that didn’t really happen at Balaclava, and while it turned out that poor General Cardigan was actually supposed to be taking the guns up on the left cliff – not charging straight ahead like a fucking moron – Cardigan really didn’t get that memo. The Captain who passed the order along from the overall Praetorian commander rode out as soon as he saw the cavalry start to move, in an effort to warn them they were headed the wrong fucking direction, but Captain Inscrutable was immediately killed by a Basilisk shell and never got to spread the word that there was a little bit of a miscommunication going on here.

The Light Brigade advanced at the gallop, and, as you can expect, they got seriously pounded from every possible direction. Artillery, Auto-Cannons, and sharpshooters rained fire down from the cliffs, the Basilisks in front opened fire with Shells of canister shot (a nasty type of pellet ammunition that basically turned their cannon into a giant shotgun that would be right at home on an Arbites sentinel), and the entire valley turned into a hailstorm of smoke, lead, and body parts. It was like shooting fish in a barrel with a Baneblade cannon.

Amazingly, however, despite the obscene odds, the Light Brigade didn’t slow down. They didn’t turn back. Fuck, they didn’t even flinch – these fearless hardasses pressed on, driving at the Vostroyan artillery ahead, determined to slice those canister-loading motherfuckers into grox chum with a few well-places saber hacks to the brain pan as soon as those chumps were within striking distance.

>>14365709
GODDAMN, I WANT TO MAKE A PRETORIAN ROUGH RIDER ARMY.

>>14365842
Against all possible odds (and at a head-crushingly obscene cost, I might add) the Light Brigade reached the Vostroyan positions – crossing a mile-long kill-zone of non-stop cannon fire and crashing into the artillery crew on the far end of the hellacious highway of mutilation and dismemberment. Most of the Vostroyan gunners were understandably mind-fucked by the fact that the cavalry survived their barrages, so they dropped their shit and ran for it. This didn’t help – most of them were slashed down as they fled. Others tried to valiantly make a stand, but the Praetorians were too jacked up on adrenaline – they dismembered those poor suckers so efficiently that after just a few minutes of hand-to-hand combat the artillerymen on the hills (seeing how badly the guys on the ground were getting fucked up) just started firing shells right into the melee, hitting friend and foe alike.

>>14365883
It was here that Major George Mayow really stepped up as a serious badass. After cleaving his was through the gun crews, the executive officer of the Brigade looked around through the smoke and realized that Lord Cardigan was nowhere to be found. With the commanding officer nowhere in sight (Cardigan was off either swordfighting Vostroyan cavalrymen or running for it like a bitch, depending on who you ask), Mayow took charge of the situation. He stood up in his saddle, waved his blood-soaked saber, shouted, and rallied all the survivors in earshot. Just fifteen Lancers and twelve Dragoons responded. All were enlisted men, as virtually every officer in the first wave had been killed, wounded, or unhorsed en route to the Vostroyan artillery.

Mayow ordered his men into formation and then, through the smoke and fire, he suddenly spotted four regiments of Vostroyan cavalry arranged in a battle line a mere one hundred yards away. At first he was a little surprised, but Mayow quickly (and correctly) realized that these guys were just sitting there waiting for the Praetorians to turn back so that they could ride them down from behind and slaughter them.

Well not today. The Brigade Major slowly looked around at the 27 men behind him, turned back to the 300-plus Vostroyans ahead of him, and ordered a full-on charge.

Vimy Ridge: After steady failure by Imperial forces, Necrons show up and trash a Chaos stronghold.

>>14365889
Now let’s take a second and look at this from the Vostroyan point of view. These insane Praetorian fuckers had just blitzed through a goddamned gauntlet of shells and sniper fire, survived, emerged from the smoke covered in the blood of dead artillerymen (not to mention their own horrific wounds), and now these thirty fearless, seemingly-invincible daemons were charging balls-out and lances-first at a force ten times their size. The Vostroyans lost their nerve and bolted. Mayow and his men cut many of them down as they fled.

This second victory would be short-lived as well, however, as the fleeing Vostroyans retreated back to the nearby river, where a second – even larger – line of cavalry was waiting. And these guys weren’t as impressed with the Praetorians show of force.

For a brief moment, there was a somewhat-surreal standoff. Mayow brought his men to the halt, and now they stared out, bloodied, bashed-up, and berserking, at a line of something like two thousand fucking Vostroyan Firstborn and Hussars. The Vostroyans were content to wait – a column of armour was on its way down from the heights to cut off the Praetorian retreat, and it took Mayow a moment to notice it. Fuckity-shit.

Mayow and his men slowly backed away, careful not to turn his back on the men in front of him, and when he thought he was a pretty safe distance he ordered his men to turn and get the fuck out of there. Haul ass, but stay in formation, three-across. Don’t give them the benefit of thinking they’ve broken our force, or the Praetorian spirit. Because, seriously, fuck those guys.

>>14365889
>The Brigade Major slowly looked around at the 27 men behind him, turned back to the 300-plus Vostroyans ahead of him, and ordered a full-on charge.

>>14365922
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>>14365883
>>14365842
MANLY FUCKING TEARS

>>14365922
Mayow and his survivors weren’t quick enough to avoid the armour column, but they didn’t let it stop them – they just lowered their sabers, crashed through the incoming Vostroyan tanks, and then hauled ass back through the valley of death again. The surviving Praetorian cavalrymen got a little bit of help from the Kriegers during their return, when a Krieg cavalry unit circled around the guns on the left side of the valley and attacked the Vostroyans from behind while they fired down on Mayow’s men, but honestly at this point it was like someone throwing you an gas mask while you’re floating in the void. Like, thanks guys, but seriously where the fuck was that twenty minutes ago. Plus, the handful of Vostroyan gunners who survived the Light Brigade’s beatdown returned to their Basilisks as soon as the Praetorians left, and now they were trying to ram shells up the Dragoons’ asses as they headed out of there. Despite extreme exhaustion, wounds, and other bullshit, Mayow’s column returned to Allied lines.

>>14365989
All told, less than half of the Light Brigade reported for duty the following morning. Mayow and the first wave had taken the brunt of the damage, but every regiment in the charge suffered at least forty to fifty percent casualties. Despite the near-annihilation of the entire Brigade, and their inability to take an impossible-to-take position, the actions of the Light Brigade at Hive Balaclava is now forever remembered as one of the most badass and valiant charges ever undertaken. The Highlords themselves were so pumped up after hearing the story of the Light Brigade’s heroism and bravery in the face of certain death that they decided to create a special award to honor the Praetorian heroes who had fought so bravely on the field that day. They had an Praetorian Techpriest melt down a couple of the Russian Basilisks that had been captured by the Light Brigade, re-cast them into medals, and named their new honor the Imperial Cross.

THE END

Kokoda - 140 Catachans hold off the full might of a battalion of Tau

>>14365760
Copypasta'd from Badass Of The Week

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>>14366062
so? it's still good

>>14366074
I'm just saying.

I see what you did there. . .

>>14366094
Want me to do another or should i stop?

>>14365904

Wait... Canadians are Necrons?

>>14366010
>140 Catachans
I believe you mean 140 Bushmen of serica

>>14366112
more please, good, kind sir.

>>14366131
If I ever get to making a Guard army, It will be Fire Drakes, those guys look badass...

>>14366112
Mite b cool

>>14366131
I would make Krieg. Rushing a Necron with nothing but a sword knowing your lasgun is useless against it just to buy time for your team mate holding the Melta to kill both you and the metal monster deserves props.

>>14366201
So "liberally apply melta" IS the standard approach to every problem in the Imperial Guard.
Knew I was playing my Guardsmen in DH right

The Siege of Pleven
(This stuff even looks like it's made for 40K http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-SheFnv-YA)
An IG regiment from a less-developed world lays siege to a heretic city and the general, lacking heavy artillery, decides to storm the place instead.

>>14366157
Very well, I shall tell you the tale of Steel Legion Tank ace Michael Wittman

Michael Wittman joined the Steel Legion as an infantryman in 934 M41 at the age of twenty-one and quickly proved himself to be a high-quality soldier. It wasn't long before he was assigned to the 1st Panzer Division - the elite of the Steel Legion elite. Unfortunately, instead of fragging heretics from the turret of a hardcore Russ, Michael Wittman was instead assigned to the Scout Platoon, where he was in command of a crappy little salamander with a Heavy bolter strapped to its front bumper while his buddies got to drive around like the guys in Guardsman Jones and the Great Crusade shouting cool shit like "Achtung!" and "Auf Links!". Wittman sucked it up and did his duty for the Vaterland while the Blitzkrieg rocked the Damocles Gulf like a hurricane, and finally when it was time for the 1st Panzer to start kicking Aun'Va in the beets, Guard high command assigned Wittman command of a Malcador.

>>14366248
Now the Malcador technically wasn't a tank. Sure it had a big-ass 75mm gun that could punch a sucking chest wound in a Terminator, but it didn't have a moveable turret, and was generally considered to be more of an artillery piece than a straight-up tank. Nevertheless, Wittman put his skills to good use on his first day on the front lines, when he was out in the woods by himself facing a company of 18 Tau Hammerhead tanks - the most badass heavy tank the Tau had to offer. Wittman didn't even give a shit. He was so pumped to be out of that stupid armored car that he just went nuts with his little assault gun, killing six tanks and chasing the rest from the field. For his one-man assault on Communism, Wittman was awarded the Armageddon Cross, Second Class. Throughout 941 and 942 he continued kicking Tau asses from the cockpit of his self-propelled artillery piece, winning victory after victory despite being consistently outnumbered and outgunned by Tau forces. By the time the 1st Panzer reached the outskirts of T'au, Wittman and his crew had already knocked out 25 Hammerheadss and 32 Crisis suits. His medal was upgraded to the Armageddon Cross First Class, and he was shipped back to Armageddon for Officer School.

Something IG Gettysburg, maybe against Chaos forces or the rebel world's army. Preferably having the IG as the South from the battle and the Chaos or rebel force as the Union. Or vise-versa.

To this shit:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ty789V9RFzc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RNT6aBGmxeY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nn2Y7wffDFc

>>14366270
After fucking around on Armageddon for a while, Wittman returned to the Damocles Gulf in 943 in the commander's chair of a Macharius. While I've long said that the Leman Russ is the most badass tank of the 41st Millenium, it should be noted that the Macharius is a close second, and in the hands of a guy like Michael Wittman it was deadlier than heart disease and more dangerous than sticking your face in a bag full of angry rippers. Wittman returned to the 1st Panzer just in time for the Battle of Kursk - the largest tank battle fought in the Crusade - and he was prepared to whomp some asses. In the first day of fighting alone, Wittman's crew recorded eight tank kills. After fighting basically non-stop for five straight days, the crew of his Macharius had taken out 30 tanks, 28 Crisis and broadside suits, two full batteries of Skyrays and one of those trucks that drives around and ladles out soup for 2 thrones a bowl.

Russian-Japanese War:

IG forces (mainly Vostroyan) assaulting a Craftworld.

>>14366312
As the Imperium continued to fight a losing campaign against the Tau, Wittman continued to be awesome. Once he recorded fifteen Hammerhead kills in a single day; Another time he notched thirteen. He was an unequalled tactician who had complete control over his machine, and he and his crew worked together seamlessly. He was a master of spotting out ambushes and locating concealed Broadside positions, and at one point was credited with killing 66 Tau tanks in the span of only 6 months, a feat that netted him the Yarrick Cross. As if he needs anything to make him more badass, I should mention that his turret gunner was a dude named Balthazar, which makes it sound like he had a fucking daemon or some shit sitting in the cockpit with him.

Just to prove that this guy wasn't a total pimmelmeister, one time Wittman was on patrol with a Leman Russ in tow The Russ had it's shit blown out by a Hammerhead and the tank caught on fire like a bag full of lighter fluid. The crew all bailed out and started running around on fire, flapping their arms and shit. Wittman couldn't bear to see fellow soldiers in such extreme pain, so he ordered his crew to dismount after destroying the Hammerhead and use their bedrolls to help put out the burning soldiers. The crew thanked him and everybody just went on their way.

>>14366364
After killing everything that moved in the Damocles Gulf, the 1st Panzer Division was transferred to Cadia to help push back the latest Black Crusade, which (in case you haven't ever heard of it) was when some jackass Heretical dudes decided it would be cool to invade Cadia and try to push to holy Terra. Wittman was sent to the front to dish out fireballs like an Alpha level Psyker with a personality disorder, and was stationed near the Cadian Hive of Villers-Bocage. This would be the place of his greatest triumph.

Famous real battles with 40k forces...is pretty much the only fluff GW comes up with.

I'm surprised no one has mentioned:

The Battle of Normandy.

An IG beach invasion against a Chaos Stronghold.

>>14366409
On 13 June 944 two battalions of Chaos armor came rolling up towards the town that Wittman was supposed to be defending. Wittman sat there, alone, staring out from his concealed position at a group of roughly two hundred tanks, armored carriers and other vehicles. Knowing that his orders were to hold the town, Wittman decided there was no way in hell he was going to back down from a good fight. He seized his opportunity to take the element of surprise and led a goddamned motherfucking one-man suicide charge directly into the heart of the Chaos formation, firing like a bastard all over the place. His initial surprise attack split the Heretical forces in two, and he went down the line picking off tanks and Chimeras one at a time, while somehow not getting blown up by enemy tanks. He closed to a range of about fourteen meters, more than close enough for the weaker Traitor Guard tanks to punch through the armor of his Macharius, but he still managed to break the back of the enemy tank battalion, leaving a swath of wreckage in his wake. Once the armored columns were in disarray, he pushed on into the town, where he came face-to-face with another company of Leman Russ Vanquisher tanks. He continued firing and moving around like a spastic chicken until all of a sudden some jerkass blew one of the treads off his Macharius, leaving him immobilized in front of a horde of angry Heretics. Instead of giving up and surrendering to overwhelming odds like some sort of pussy, he instead kept blasting away like a disgruntled Astropath, destroying several enemy tanks and forcing the survivors to back out of range of his guns. Once the coast was clear, he and his crew bailed out of the tank and ran fifteen kilometers to the Imperial forward HQ. As soon as he set foot into camp, he began organizing a counter-attack, and eventually was able to force the Heretics out of Villers-Bocage.

>>14366326
I'd say Tau and Imperium would work better for that...

The Navy got a drubbing from advanced Tau technology and capital ships.

>>14366446
During his insane-o one-man Marbo-style assault on the Chaos forces, Michael Wittman destroyed twenty-seven Traitor Guard tanks - the highest recorded tally of tanks killed in one day by one unit in the history of the world. In addition to single-handedly annihilating an entire battalion of Heretics, Wittman also took out a large number of armored troop transports, half-tracks and supply carriers. For his balls-out assault, Wittman received the Order of Ollanius Pius and was hailed as a hero throughout the Imperium. High Command offered to give Wittman a chance to retire and work on Armageddon as a tank instructor but Wittman refused, stating that his duty was to engage the enemy. He had asses to kick, goddamnit. He returned to the front almost immediately, and on 8 August 944 he was killed in action when he was fired on simultaneously by eight million different Heretic and Chaos Legion tanks, anti-tank guns, Missiles, bomber aircraft and nerf rocket launchers. His tank was obliterated to the point where his remains weren't found until like two years after the war ended or something.

Michael Wittman was perhaps the greatest and most daring tank commander the Imperium has ever seen. During his career, he recorded 138 tank kills, 132 anti-tank gun kills, and destroyed hundreds of trucks, carriers, artillery, and errant sportscars. There's even a report that he fired his tank gun at a Chaos Battleship once, probably just to be awesome. The guy was completely balls-out, afraid of nothing, and capable of killing anything with wheels and/or tracks. He was an accomplished commander, a skilled tactician, and a worthy adversary for Chaos forces on all sides of the Imperium.

>>14366131

Bushmen of Serica the OTHER jungle fighters of the IG. btw are there any ANZAC miniatures I can use for conversion into a Serica IG army?

should somebody archive this thread?

>>14366586
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14365430/
done

>>14366501
http://wargamerblue.blogspot.com/2010/02/wwi-anzac-battalion-western-front.html
These any good?

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>>14366849
such tiny arms

>>14366799

as long as they're plastic I should be able to make due with them.

Sino-Indian War:

Biel-Tan goes to war with the Tau for wiping out exodite worlds on their borders.

Pic related, it's pretty good analogy to marine chapter destroying craftworld and Alaitoc destroying chapter in return.