Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 628 The root of the problem

Hassan was in bad luck.

They had just evacuated from the bloody battle on the orbital defense line and were deployed to the ground without even having time to rest.

All the members of his original Storm Guard were killed in the battle, leaving him alone. It happened that the transport boat he was riding on had a malfunction and was forced to land, and he lost contact with the old unit.

So he, a stormtrooper, was reorganized on the spot by the Military Affairs Department and thrown into an equally haphazard interstellar legion.

"Emperor's Blessing, what is this? Why not..."

Hassan looked at the crooked and cracked people around him and bared his teeth in a subtle way. Several skinny young men who were not even considered adults also sensed some kind of malice and grinned at him in a flattering manner while holding their guns.

"Fuck the Military Affairs Department!"

Hassan waved his hands in frustration and simply stopped looking at these annoying guys.

Equipment, no...

A few small-caliber volley guns from the grandfather's generation were the only weapons of this group of people. I don't know how the military uniforms were put together, anyway, the span of time and military branches was so large that Hassan was too lazy to identify them.

There was no training, let alone...but looking at the malnourished bodies of these people, I'm afraid they haven't even had a full meal of corpse starch.

  How long can they hold out in this fight? I'm afraid they will be scattered after just one charge.

What’s more important is courage!

Hassan stamped his feet heavily and tried to turn back, but the young man beside him suddenly trembled and dropped his gun on the ground...

  So Hassan's impromptu words to boost morale were stuck in his mouth, and he could only stare blankly at the group of people;

The former became more and more angry, and the latter became more and more afraid. In the end, Hassan couldn't bear it anymore, so he turned around and waved his hand, signaling them to follow...

"With the throne on top, how could I be more unlucky?"

As Hassan walked towards the company headquarters, he was thinking about taking this group of people to the battlefield.

He was even a little unsure whether he would die first at the hands of the enemy or from the stray bullets of these recruits if a battle broke out.

But the emperor did not respond to him, and fate played a bad joke on him first.

He took on a difficult task - to move a troubled person to a safe place.

"Can't I change someone? I'd rather die here..."

He looked at the unconscious woman in front of him with frustration and asked his company commander.

A woman, a psychic.

Hassan didn't need to think too much to know that this was a real big trouble.

  Basic knowledge of the Astra Militarum: Psykers are almost synonymous with death on the battlefield.

But Hassan knew better than anyone else that once you were involved with them, in a sense, dying a quick death was a blessing.

But unfortunately, the company commander also thought so - the entire corps was put together at a temporary basis and its combat effectiveness was questionable.

He had to leave behind his own troops to ensure the strength of the front.

Among the subsequent additional troops, only Hassan's information was complete, and he was from the Stormtroopers.

The company commander then had no choice but to let him complete the task.

"I say..." Hassan wanted to argue, but the captain was ready to refute him. But the next second, a long-range bolt came whizzing in, and in front of Hassan's own eyes, it pierced the captain's head...

So Hassan stood there in a daze, while the political commissar on the other side discovered that the company commander had been killed and was running hurriedly out of the trench with his guards.

"..."Hasen and the political commissar looked at each other. The latter only needed to take a look at the woman on the ground to understand Hassen's mission.

He slowed down his pace slightly, and as he passed Hassan, he tapped the latter's shoulder strap with the handle of his pistol:

"Follow orders, soldier, for your honor and for the Emperor!" "..."

"Let's go."

Deputy Jerry bumped into Hassan's shoulder before the commissar could get angry. The latter was waving a pistol to maintain the battle line and obviously had no time to pay attention to them.

The depth of the front position has been broken, and the sound of explosions of death claws landing on the ground continues to fall from the sky.

The lumberjacks on the high point had just opened fire when they were accurately shot down after a few bursts of fire. Apart from the political commissar's orders, the only sounds on the battlefield were the shouts of the crowd who were forced into a desperate situation.

Hassan didn't even need to look back to imagine how the trolls coming out of the airdrop pods were killing indiscriminately and spreading fear among the crowd.

The entire position had lost its tactical order at this point, and even from Hassen's tactical knowledge, there was no need for this company to be marked on the list of valid units.

Needless to say, Hassan had to carry the woman and walk behind the defense line. The team of soldiers behind him seemed to have found their backbone and spontaneously gathered around Hassan and walked backwards.

"Where to?" Jerry asked a soul-searching question, leaving Hassan unable to answer for a moment.

Bullets from behind kept hitting my feet, and everyone knew that the defense line would be breached soon.

Once the woman on his shoulder falls into the hands of the devil, it will be another ticket to hell on earth.

"A safe place..." Hassan lowered his head to think, and by the way continued the inheritance of nonsense literature in Pesma.

  Jerry rolled his eyes - who knew where was safe at this moment!

At a time when the entire war zone is in chaos, a psychic is simply synonymous with death.

This means that except for him who is from the Ministry of Justice, the rest of the team are temporarily organized militia.

Otherwise, if these soldiers knew what Hassan was carrying, it would be uncertain whether the team could be maintained.

"Then let's go to the logistics company first. At least we can solve the problem with his leg." Jerry obviously saw Hassan's hesitation and decided to take his own initiative.

  However, just as the team turned around, a series of death claws whistled over their heads and smashed directly into the open space hundreds of meters in front of Hassan!

Explosions! Flames! And the faint whispers hidden in the roar!

"Don't look!" Hassan acted decisively and kicked Jerry, who was about to observe through the eyepiece.

With his empty hand, he instinctively pulled out a pistol from his waist and fired a few rapid bursts of shots, knocking down the soldier who was covered in dark green flames and rushing towards them wailing!

"Go!" Hassan shouted in a low voice, then replaced the magazine with one hand and reset the bolt, then took the lead to break out in another direction.

Can't watch! Can't listen!

  Even if the whispers penetrated the whistling of bullets and drilled into Hassan's brain like a living being, he would silently recite the Emperor's name and resist with the strength that grew from the bottom of his heart!

At this moment, the Emperor was not just a strange name to him. He was personified by Hassan and became a wall blocking his soul!

  The dimension of time was stretched at this moment, and chanting and mumbling became everything within his senses!

When his sense of touch and hearing returned, he had already walked a long way without realizing it.

However, he did not hear the footsteps behind him.

  As if sensing something, Hassan paused and slowly turned his head:

In the distance, the heavily armored demons had apparently discovered something and were roaring and walking towards Hassan; nearby, Jerry stood quietly with his head lowered.

When Hassan subconsciously pulled out his pistol, what responded to him was Jerry's ferocious face after he raised his head, and other soldiers shaking their bodies that didn't look like living people...

"The Emperor...blessing..."

Hassan almost groaned as he uttered these words, then closed his eyes cruelly...

Boo! ——