"My lord! Please—"
Facing the woman who was kneeling on the ground crying with her baby in her arms, Political Commissar Millard raised his pistol indifferently and shot the traitor and the evil creature in her arms at the same time. Then he turned around and walked towards the next one, leaving ten people behind him. Several corpses.
There is no point in taking prisoners, and the order from superiors is to kill without mercy.
"Imperial dog! Your false emperor will also curse you!"
The man with his hands broken was leaning against the wall, spitting blood angrily, and Millard shot the man directly in the head.
Heretics are only mad, and their destination is death.
Kindness means betrayal.
After executing the last prisoner, the political commissar turned around and came to a collapsed stone tablet. He stepped on it and wiped the blood and stains on his boots with a cloth to make sure they were still shiny. Come to the officer.
"Now that the traitors have retreated to their evil and depraved churches and crypts, let the soldiers redouble their efforts and the flamethrowers muster up, we need a great burning to cleanse this filthy place."
"The political commissar...the soldiers have been fighting for three hours continuously and are very tired. Anyway, the traitors have no way to escape..."
Facing this officer's excuse, the political commissar rolled his eyes. He knew what the other party was up to. The soldiers were going from house to house looking for anything valuable. They had shed blood, so naturally they didn't want to come in vain, even if there was only one person in this bottom nest. Poverty and degradation.
This is the case with the legions recruited from the Maelstrom. From officers to soldiers, they all lack iron-like discipline and will, so the role of supervisors is very crucial.
The political commissar's only answer to this was to put his hand on the handle of the bolt pistol at his waist and cast a "give you a chance to reorganize your language" look at the officer, who immediately turned around and greeted the people around him.
"Brothers, let's attack quickly! Stop fucking! The ground has been scraped off! Bring the flamethrower team over here and burn it! Burn everything!"
Under the scolding of the officers, the soldiers had to give up other "work" to concentrate on the attack. Soon more intense gun battles broke out in the streets, and they encountered stubborn resistance from the infidels every step of the way.
Some traitors seemed to be so caught up in some kind of religious fanaticism that they had no regard for their own lives. They were foaming at the mouth, rolling their eyes, and twitching their fingers convulsively on the trigger. These were loyal to the once inviolable Empire of Man. Citizens, now reduced to despicable traitors, are making their last desperate stand.
The streets are burning, remnants of them are floating in the night sky, laser guns are crackling like the sound of thousands of dry branches snapping, and high-pitched and terrible screams are echoing in the ruins. Some traitors are hiding in what they think they are. In the safe home, the soldiers immediately locked the doors and windows, and then used flamethrowers to set fire to the house from the outside. They watched as the people inside fled like rats in a red-hot tin can and beat the doors and windows in despair.
Just as the flames gradually began to engulf this garbage-heap-like town, some kind of chanting echoed in the wind, getting louder and more harsh.
Political Commissar Millard also felt that the air became heavy, and even a communication soldier on his right began to groan, and the communication device behind him also vibrated.
Suddenly, a soldier appeared out of nowhere and almost jumped on him. The political commissar took a step back and kicked the soldier down, then drew his pistol.
"What are you doing! Are you crazy!"
But the other person just rolled on the ground, his eyes tightly squinted, his mouth wide open, and dirty and unfamiliar words kept coming out of his mouth.
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The commissar immediately pressed his bolt pistol to the man's temple.
"shut up……"
He growled, with a barbaric world accent in his voice.
The soldier stumbled to his feet, a smile spreading across his face, sickly and manic, and he grunted and coughed and spat on the grass, his saliva hissing like acid as it hit the ground, The smile on his face even grew bigger and bigger until it engulfed his entire cheek.
A phrase kept repeating from his lips before he started screaming.
"Revenge has arrived."
The political commissar stared at this man in horror. The big man's skin fell off like a python shedding its skin, leaving behind a layer of dry wrinkled dead skin. Only what was under the original skin gave off an evil halo under the firelight.
The political commissar felt that he should do something, and raised his pistol with trembling hands. He did not know that they had already stepped into a huge witchcraft trap.
As the chanting went away, sickly yellow and blood-red mist rose from the ground, and black clouds roared past his head. The soldier's dark eyes reflected the storm, which was a darkness of fear, malice and unknown.
Then the soldiers around him fell in pieces, slumped to the ground, their bodies twisting, and madness flashing in their eyes. Some prayed to their comrades for the Emperor's mercy, while others twisted into new shapes with grunts and gurglings. , the soldiers began to shoot at their comrades, gunshots came one after another, and screams erupted from mouths and throats that no longer looked like humans.
"What kind of witchcraft trick is this?"
The political commissar screamed, fear taking away the last trace of discipline from his voice. The soldiers in front of him had coughed out their teeth, and their jaws opened to the limit with a click, and thick liquid gushes out from inside, and then It's a hand.
So he started shooting, the pistol spraying out explosive shells that he hoped would do the trick, until another hand came out after the first and the blasters blew the man's head open.
Then something ripped him in half from the inside.
A grotesque monster rushed out from the fallen corpse, its yellow glass-like eyes staring at the political commissar. It was like a skinless hound, its body was steaming like the soldier's corpse, covered in blood and filth, and filthy. Visceral tissue slipped from the creature's face, and when the creature's eyes met, horrific thoughts of blood and killing invaded the commissar's mind.
This sent him into a panic, and he kept firing his bolt pistol.
The monster flinched under the blast, then smiled, its misaligned teeth gleaming in the raging firelight.
Then its damn tongue hissed, and a sword formed from the bones scattered under its feet. It took two steps forward. A soldier tried to escape from it because of fear and panic. The monster immediately took him Cut in half.
The political commissar took this opportunity to break away from its gaze. He did not want to escape, but to reorganize the soldiers to fight back.
"Don't be messy! Don't be messy! Close the line!"
But what's worse is that the traitors also appeared again. They wore various masks, howled and brandished various crude weapons and rushed out of the evil church and the opened cellar entrance. The unprotected soldiers around them suddenly Fallen in pieces.
With the sound of whistles and drums, although the fallen soldiers were still screaming, the soldiers of the three regiments recovered from the initial losses and began to retreat to more favorable areas to fight against the endless attacks. Strange enemies and mobilize armored forces outside the town to counterattack.
