At first, some people were murdered, but more people were kidnapped and then disappeared. Most of them were people who had nothing to do with religion. They disappeared quietly into the night, leaving no traces and no evidence that they Where they were held and who kidnapped them.
Then, the local Archbishop invited all Astra Militarum officers to attend the ceremony, but did not say anything about the transport fleet in orbit.
Yarick was one of the first people to notice something was wrong. He urgently recalled all the soldiers and quickly built a defense line.
Facts have proved that what he did saved the entire 4337th Regiment.
On the same day as the celebration, they lost contact with the orbital transport fleet, and angry mobs began attacking nearby Imperial institutions and offices.
The rioting crowd even quickly overwhelmed the legal department that was staying in the local area, dragging the legal officers inside to the streets, slashing them into pieces with knives and axes.
Those who were dragged away, without exception, were mutilated.
Then the mob set fire to the Imperial eagle and threw everything associated with the Empire into the fire.
Several soldiers of the 4337th regiment who went to watch the ceremony managed to escape the fate of being murdered and kidnapped and fled back to their base.
Later, when these survivors told their stories.
They mentioned that everyone suddenly broke out into a killing spree, full of suddenness and drama.
A kind of primitive barbaric behavior suddenly descended on those pilgrims without any warning.
One minute people are normal and pious, and the next there is shocking and horrific violence.
At first, Yarick thought this violence was crazy or out of control.
But according to survivors, the opposite was true, and the believers' attitude toward the killings was horrifying.
They were so well organized that it seemed as if each of the thousands of insurgents knew their role in the insurrection and when the mission assigned to them was launched.
This is the scariest thing, people are as perfect and accurate as machines.
These rioters and all their accomplices had no evidence of communication or contact between them, yet their actions coordinated perfectly.
Even if some parts of their plan failed, the remaining men could quickly adapt to the new changes and circumstances without ever communicating with other insurgents.
This is still an unsolved mystery, but it is no longer the most pressing problem facing the Astra Militarum on the ground.
From the outbreak of the rebellion to the present, they have fought against the enemy dozens of times. Although they have repelled the enemy's attacks every time, their positions are constantly being compressed.
What's more serious is that their regiments were completely separated and unable to support each other. One of the regiments suffered the most serious damage in the early stages of the rebellion - the commander of that regiment did not listen to Yerike's advice and went to participate in the celebration, and many soldiers also Screamed.
Afterwards, less than half of the remaining soldiers were surprised to find that their former comrades were attacking them.
Based on the last radio communication, Yarick judged that they had been completely wiped out five hours ago.
This is the abomination of these cultists. When you fight them, you are also fighting against the people of the entire planet, priests and workers, rich and poor, ambitious and noble... even And former comrades.
Everyone is a potential enemy.
But for the soldiers who served with him, they didn't need to know that much.
After all, tragic truths often translate into fear, making it difficult for them to pull the trigger.
No matter the reason, a soldier who abandons the fight will surely find himself facing the black hole of his gun and receiving punishment.
That's right, punishment.
Yarrick was born to make this kind of decision, a hammer that would judge those who violated military discipline.
He knows what it means to pull the trigger on his comrades and what that duty makes him, but he knows that his actions are not driven by anger or hatred, which would undermine the legitimacy of his actions and make them inconsistent with There is no difference between crime and crime.
For it is his duty to destroy weakness.
"fool……"
Miller muttered and walked forward, squatted down and took off the ID tag hanging around Javier's neck.
His identity card will not be sent back to his hometown together with those soldiers who died gloriously in battle, but will be destroyed after the war. Javier's name will disappear in the fire along with his identity card. In the passage of time, Forgotten by everyone in the long river.
Except him, Yarrick.
He never forgets his fallen comrades, whether he is honorable or not.
"political commissar."
It was Lieutenant Miller's voice, rough and weathered, like the others.
The company commander was tall like most Astra Militarum, with three deep scars etched on the left side of his face from his hairline to his cheek.
The warriors said that he was lucky because he miraculously managed to save his eyes during the fierce battle on Flon. They all said that he must have been favored by the Emperor, or that he had been blessed by fate.
But Yarrick doesn't believe in luck. He believes Miller survived because he, like everyone else, fought for every breath.
"The front end of the station has actually collapsed."
Miller put Javier's ID tag into his pocket. The blood-stained ID tag made a crisp metal collision sound with the others' in the pocket.
"Depending on the intensity of the enemy's attack, we may not have more strength to continue defending here."
Alex approached Miller and lowered his head to look at the dusty screen of the auspicious device in his hand. The temporarily organized counterattack force entered the station about ten minutes ago. At that time, there were more than a hundred people inside the station. Soldiers defended, and now there are less than thirty people left.
A large number of areas have been occupied by the enemy, and they are constantly attacking other areas.
"But we must hold this place."
One of the reasons why Yarick values the station so much is that there is a large signal transmitter here. Although the connection with the orbit is still interrupted, as long as the transmitter is still working, it is possible for them to regain contact with the station. Fleet liaison.
At that time, they had hope of survival.
Once the signal transmitter is lost, only a slow and painful death awaits them.
There are enemies on all sides, and there is no possibility of them breaking through.
"Only by guarding this place can we have hope."
Realizing that the political commissar was right, Miller nodded.
"Another point is that the scouts sent earlier noticed a large object approaching in the distance. I guess these guys may be preparing to use some heavy equipment."
"So we must retake the station immediately and consolidate the defenses before the enemy sends something 'closer' against us, otherwise all the sacrifices we have made so far will be meaningless."
"I understand, Commissar."
Miller glanced at his squad.
"We won't lose."
