Standing on the roof of the Chimera command vehicle, Bahram watched the protest turn into a march and then develop into something bigger and crazier.
"Captain Mihir."
He asked the Astra Militarum captain in the church through the communicator:
"How's the situation inside?"
No one answered.
The team led by Mihir is the only regular army in the entire refugee camp. There are about fifty people there. They defend the only building that can be called a building in the refugee camp, that is, the church, which is also the main place used by managers to appease the crowd.
Due to the impact of the crowd, Bahram was unable to go there for the time being. He originally planned to explain to the people in person.
But a fire disrupted all his plans.
And the refugee camp lacked broadcasting equipment, leaving him at a loss as to what to do.
Bahram could only watch the flow of the crowd from outside. The militiamen once again established a blockade to isolate the crowd that was gradually getting out of control.
Troop carriers were also involved, keeping people separated.
But the crowds continued to grow, and rumors of fires and purges frightened people, who longed for comfort in their faith.
The people's songs of praise were at first a jumbled mixture, but are now gradually coalescing into a chorus.
Bahram frowned, he didn't like the singing, it was closer to a weeping frenzy, which made him feel uneasy.
He felt as if he were standing on the shore of a sea of believers, and the singing was like an inhuman chant.
Militiamen and guardsmen moved restlessly along the lines, staring at the singing crowd and adjusting their weapons.
Fortunately they have not yet been incited to join in.
"Captain Mihir!"
He shouted again, and this time he had an answer.
"grown ups--"
His voice sounded a little sluggish.
"Sorry, I……"
He spoke as if every word he spoke was a great effort, something else firmly grabbing his attention.
"Tell me what happened in there."
A brief silence, and then.
"Sir...I don't know what to say...they are coming..."
"What? Who?"
Bahram felt something was wrong.
"He is... sir..."
"Order your men immediately."
The captain's signal was suddenly cut off, so Bahram switched to a public channel.
"All nearby garrison troops, respond immediately!"
He deployed some guards to disperse the crowd, but they were overwhelmed by the sea of people, and some even left the queue.
Bahram felt a little itchy in his stamina, and there seemed to be something else in the air, some kind of power that was about to move——
Psionics.
A word suddenly popped into his mind.
So he immediately gave the order.
"Close the roads immediately, block them! No one is allowed to move any further! Curfew! Issue a curfew order!"
He thought for a while and then ordered the guards on the road to enforce martial law.
"Sir, how should we deal with non-cooperators?"
The singing became more and more intense, and people began to rush around in the streets. Some people loudly promoted the emperor, some people wildly praised the dark gods, and some people were crying and accusing the empire of its ruthlessness.
People pushed forward, trying to squeeze past the soldiers blocking their way.
"Fire!"
Bahram repeated his order for all the troops to hear.
"If there is any resistance, fire immediately!"
She was not surprised by the order, and she even felt a certain sense of satisfaction. Rannoch had disrupted the order of Sedwa II, and she must punish those who followed him.
Suddenly, people stopped. They were singing, pulling their hair and clothes, and looking neatly at the towering church.
Bahram's inner alarm rang loudly, and he realized that something was about to happen.
"Everyone—"
He planned to continue trying to control the situation, but it was already too late.
It's too late -
With a dazzling flash, a bolt of thunder passed over the roof of the church.
When the lightning dissipated, a group of giants in silver armor appeared above, looking down at the crowd below indifferently, holding bolt guns tightly in their hands.
"Gray Knights, how did they-"
Bahram's eyes widened as he looked at this incredible scene, while many people below were already kneeling on the ground to worship these emperor's angels.
Then they opened fire, and the effect was as if the fuse had lit the entire barrel of dynamite.
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At the blockade of Fortress No. 7, on the tenth hour after Soshyan led his team to leave, the Black Legion, carrying a large number of servants and demons, suddenly launched a large-scale attack from three directions at the same time.
What they need to face is the White Templars, Dark Angels and Imperial Guards who are waiting for them.
The battle was very fierce from the beginning, and the orbital bombardment formed the first roar on the battlefield, but the Black Legion continued to attack like crazy regardless of casualties.
The first thing to bear the brunt is the first line of defense maintained by the mortal troops.
"15° to the left, shoot!"
The laser cannons on the position burst out with energy, marking their position like a torch.
Lascannons, autocannons, and heavy bolters thundered across the ground, but the overdosed cultists and daemons were undeterred by the incineration of countless others. The coming battle only motivated them.
Run faster.
Huge numbers of drooling and panting thugs ran forward, throwing up a huge plume of smoke, stench and thunderous noise that filled the air.
On the position, the Cadian 22nd Regiment calmly looked at the size of the troops rushing towards them. They were mainly small demons with an unimaginable number. In the center of this cluster, there were several standing demon engines, burning
The flaming beast-shaped head roared into the air, driving the surrounding demons forward.
When the first wave of high-speed demons entered the shooting range, countless artillery fire, lasers and explosive bombs immediately erupted from the position, forming a continuous barrage.
Due to the difficulty in replenishing personnel, the Imperial Guard recruited some "temporary workers" from the local area, mainly responsible for carrying ammunition and logistics work.
Karen is such a person. He used to be a shoemaker, but he was caught as a prostitute two months ago.
Now he was close to the automatic cannon, shaking under the recoil.
The artillery shells flew in an arc over the position, harvesting the enemy, but the enemy also responded with artillery fire, hitting the position and spreading avalanches of debris on the ground.
Karen instinctively ducked back, holding her head with her hands, complaining inaudibly amid the noise.
The gunner operating the automatic gun turned to him and shouted to him to quickly move the ammunition, but he ignored them completely and just shook his head violently and shouted loudly.
The Cadian soldier saw the tears in his eyes, then shook his head in disgust and turned back to the gun position where dust and debris had settled.
Karen heard one of the gunners taunting him.
"Coward! Coward! You have disgraced your relatives! You have disgraced the Emperor! Are all the people on the Death Star cowards?"