God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Fran 5 satellite, third landing area, 4337 infantry regiment position, standard Terra time, 9:15

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! !

When the green skin approaches, Larry the guard can see saliva dripping from between their fangs, and the little red eyes burn with deep malice and endless greed.

He even smelled the suffocating smell of sweat and blood emanating from the pores of these unstoppable giant wild beasts.

The recruits who have been in the army for only six months looked down at the laser rifle in his hand, and then at the comrades who were fighting alongside him. Everyone was holding the gun and concentrated on dazzling bunches. The laser shot into the crowd of green skins crazily approaching.

After that, he saw the enemy who was snarling thunderously at him.

"Hold the line!"

The chief's voice came from behind.

"In the name of the God Emperor, we will never waver!"

A slight cheer came from the trenches, and the automatic gun group also fired a volley towards the enemy group. A row of green leather that was jumping over the last few meters of the trench was torn into pieces.

But they got closer, rushing all the way on the same kind of corpses.

At the same time, raindrops of cannonballs also fell on the human position, setting off waves of air mixed with dust and residual limbs.

In addition to these cannonballs, there are other things, such as wrenches, screws, boots, mushrooms, teeth, butt’s heads, etc., and no one knows what the green skin is. Launched, in short, the entire battle line is not much different from a garbage dump.

After shaking his head for a while, Larry finally collapsed and he turned around and started to run away.

He has never escaped before, but today he was driven by humble fear, and his arms that abandoned the rifle swayed frantically, just thinking of running faster.

They have been trapped in the landing zone for two days. During this time, the Greenskins did not stop for half an hour. They frantically launched a counterattack against the Imperium Astra Militarum defending the landing zone. On the track, the Imperium Navy was busy dealing with it. Greenskin's fleet of harassment and the powerful counterattack force of satellites.

For a time, they turned out to be alone, and they could only fight on the ground in despair.

It is said that the adjacent second landing zone has been captured and everyone is dead.

This has also become the source of Larry's daily nightmares. He is afraid of being killed and afraid of being eaten.

"Ha...Ha..."

Suddenly, a dazzling tingling sensation came, and Larry, who was running wild, fell to the ground with his hands under the action of reflection. Cover your chest automatically.

He lowered his head to observe and saw blood seeping from between his fingers, dripping down the green carapace.

Then carefully raised his hand and saw the huge wound caused by being hit from a strange angle.

When he lost consciousness in his legs, he completely lay down on the ground, and for the first time in his life saw the shiny leather shoes standing in front of him.

He exhausted his last strength to lift the head, and at the same time the firm face of Zhengyi (anti-harmony) appeared in his vision, and the gun in his hand was still smoking.

After that, the seemingly young Zheng Yu uttered the last words Larry heard in his life:

"Coward."

Zheng Yu It is a unique organization in Imperium Astra Militarum. It is close to the military police in terms of responsibilities, but its power is much more than that.

Whether it is from the propaganda murals of Chaodu or the conscription propaganda posters of the Ministry of Military Affairs, every citizen of Imperium knows the unique hats and coats of Zhengyi

.

For the general public, these people are a symbol of Imperium's authority, and their only duty is to ensure that everyone

does their duties in the name of the God Emperor.

Politics are usually selected from the well-known loyal heir Academy students, when most of the students will eventually become Imperium

employees of various departments or storm loyal heirs As a member, only those well-know figures have the opportunity to be recommended to serve in the political guild association.

The selected candidates must have absolute confidence in Imperium, they must show a sincere belief in totalitarianism and idealism, and be able to

play as a ruthless tactician and inspiration at the same time While these two conflicting characters, the hero of the heart, must fight like a superb dueler

.

In addition, Zhengyi is also obliged to learn the culture and customs of the group he belongs to, whether it is assigned to the conscientious Voss

or the tenacious and isolated Catachan Among people, he must receive the same respect.

If the Legion’s discipline or ethics is shaken, Zheng Yi’s task is to take all necessary steps to restore order and believe in the necessity of his actions.

Under the fixed gaze of such a person

, soldiers will be motivated to do what they think is always impossible.

In extreme cases, the political will have to

You must not hesitate to shoot the fleeing soldiers or incompetent officers-after all, there is nothing better than shooting those who are dissatisfied

People and cowards are better able to re-discipline.

When the soldiers look at the brains of their erring colleagues and spilled in front of them because of a bullet through the head

, they will remember their duties and discipline again The importance of.

Such a cruel way of demonstrating the authority of politics ensures that most of the time, the first soldier who tries to escape the battle will be the last one to try to do so. People.

On this battlefield, the effect is the same.

After killing the first deserter, Zheng Yu, wearing a red and black army coat, shouted at several soldiers who turned around from the front line:

"You cowards! "

Then he shot these traitors precisely in the back.

The deserters waved their hands in vain and fell down, kneeling on the ground like a humble insect, waiting for death.

"Listen! You can fight to death under the gaze of the God Emperor, or you can go to death without meaning, and make your choice!"

Zheng Yu I scanned everyone in the trench with a serious look, and said to a group of people who had just turned and tried to escape the battlefield in front of them:

"Anyway, you bastards have no value! Just die like insects. !"

Under the severe scolding of political condemnation, these people made their choices with unspeakable panic on their faces.

They hesitated tremblingly, the enemy behind them made them fearful, and the person in front of them made them feel ashamed and fearful.

The first thing every recruit of Astra Militarum needs to learn is to deepen the fear of political commissars in the bones.

Such learning is often accompanied by a lot of caning and death penalty.

"You gang of cubs without eggs! Don't turn around and fight!"

A bald brawny man suddenly gave a concise and powerful military salute to Zheng Yu. Then he lifted the machine gun on the side and turned around, roaring and firing frantically at the chaotic battlefield.

Others immediately followed suit under the heroic actions of their companions and the steely gaze of the government.

However, as far as the fact is concerned, Zheng Yi is unable to stabilize the entire front alone, and he is unwilling to spend all the bullets on the defected soldiers while there are still green skins waiting to be slaughtered.

A large number of Astra Militarum turned around and fled to relative safety, but they were also exposed to the logistics base within the range of Ok mortars.

Zheng Yu had to stride towards the bunker, put the execution pistol in his hand back to his waist, and picked up a heavy logging gun that must have been dropped by the unfortunate soldier while guarding the position.

"For the God Emperor! For the humans!"

He shouted when he fired at the roaring green waves, and there was a roar of agreement around him.

"Waaaaaagh!"

At the same time, there was a roar from the tail of the green skin team. A green skin was hit by a huge steel jaw and then knocked off the iron. On the pickup truck.

The war leader pointed at the human defense line and shouted again, then walked down from the command post, grabbed a fart and hung it around his neck.

The downed little boss fought hard, scratching the war boss with his paw and hissing in bursts.

But the war leader just slammed his neck and smashed him at the tin truck until he stopped resisting.

Then raised the opponent in the air with one hand and looked straight at the battlefield with his head high.

The next second, the little boss who was used as a punching bag fell heavily to the ground, foul-mouthed spit out a mixture of saliva and blood from his jagged mouth.

"Ri Yumao!"

It said incoherently, and then struggled to stand up and join the other team.