Bahram stood on the roof of Chimera's command car and watched as the protest began to turn into a parade, then moved in a larger and crazier direction.
"Captain Mishir."
He asked the Captain of the Astral Army who was in the church through a communicator:
"How is the situation inside?"
No one answered.
The team led by Mishir is the only regular army in the entire refugee camp. They have about fifty people. As long as they are the only place to defend the refugee camp, namely 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 get there for the time being. He originally planned to explain to the people himself.
But a fire broke all his plans.
The lack of radio equipment in the refugee camp made him helpless for a while.
Bahram could only watch the movement of the crowd outside, and the militia once again established a blockade to isolate the gradually out of control.
The personnel carriers were also involved, separating people.
But the crowds are still gathering more and more, and the rumors of fire and cleaning have scared people, and they are eager to get comfort from their faith.
The songs of praise were initially a messy mix, but are now gradually blending into a chorus.
Bahram frowned, he didn't like these songs, and it was closer to a sob fanaticism that disturbed him.
He felt as if he was standing on the shore of a sea of believers, and the singing was like an inhuman chant.
The militia and guards moved uneasily on the front, staring at the singing crowd, adjusting their weapons.
Fortunately, they have not been incited to join.
"Captain Mishir!"
He shouted again, and this time he had an answer.
"grown ups--"
His voice sounded a little dull.
"Sorry...I..."
The tone of his speech was as if every word was said was a great effort, and something else firmly grasped his attention.
"Tell me what's going on inside."
A brief silence, then.
"Sir... I don't know what to say... they are here..."
"What? Who?"
Bahram felt something was wrong.
"He is... sir..."
"The one who orders you right away."
The captain's signal was suddenly interrupted, so Bahram moved to a public channel.
"All nearby garrison troops, respond immediately!"
He deployed some guards to disperse the crowd, but they were flooded with people and some even left the queue.
Bahram felt his stamina itchy, and there seemed to be something in the air, some kind of power that was ready to move—
Psychic energy.
A word suddenly popped up in his mind.
So he immediately ordered.
"Close the roads immediately and block them! Forbid anyone to continue walking! Curfew! Issue a curfew order!"
He thought for a while, and then ordered the guards on the road to carry out martial law orders.
"Sir, how should we deal with uncooperatives?"
The singing became more and more intense. People began to run around the streets. Some were loudly proclaiming the emperor. Some were celebrating the dark gods in a crazy way. Some were crying and accusing the empire of the ruthlessness.
People advanced forward, trying to squeeze through the soldiers who blocked their way.
"Open fire!"
Bahram repeated his orders to let all the troops hear it.
"If there is any resistance, open fire immediately!"
She was not surprised by the orders, and she even felt some satisfaction. Lanochi disrupted the order of Seidva II and she had to punish those who followed him.
Suddenly, people stopped. They sang while pulling their hair and clothes, looking neatly at the towering church.
Bahram was making a heartbeat inside, and he realized something was going to happen.
"Everyone-"
He intends to continue to work hard to control the situation, but that is too late.
Everything is too late—
With a dazzling flash, a thunder blew across the roof of the church.
When the lightning dissipated, a group of giants in silver armor appeared on it, looking down at the crowd below indifferently, holding a bomb gun in their hands.
"Grey Knights, how did they-"
Bahram widened his eyes and looked at the incredible scene, while many people below had already kneeled to the ground, worshiping these emperors' angels.
Then, they fired, and the effect was like a fuse igniting the entire barrel of explosives.
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On the blockade of Fort Seven, in the tenth hour after Soshyan led the team away, the Black Legion carried a large number of minions and demons and suddenly launched a large-scale attack from three directions at the same time.
What they need to face is the White Temple, the Dark Angels and the Imperial Guards who are ready for battle.
The battle was very fierce from the beginning, and the orbital bombing formed the first roar on the battlefield, but the Black Legion continued to attack like crazy regardless of casualties.
The first thing to bear is the first line of defense maintained by the mortal forces.
"On the left side, shoot!"
The laser cannon on the position burst out with energy, marking its position like a torch.
Laser cannons, automatic cannons and heavy bomb guns rolled fiercely across the earth like lightning, but the cultists and demons who were injected with overdoses did not retreat at all because countless of their kind were burned to coke. The upcoming battle only motivated them to run faster.
The huge number of thugs who were drooling and gasping were running forward, rolling up a large stream of smoke and dust, and the smell and thunder filled the air.
On the position, the 22nd Regiment of Cadian calmly looked at the size of the troops rushing towards them, mainly small demons with unimaginable numbers. In the center of this cluster were several standing demon engines, beast-shaped heads burning with flames, roaring into the air, driving the surrounding demons forward.
When the first wave of high-speed demons entered the range, countless artillery fire broke out on the position immediately, and lasers and explosive bombs formed a continuous barrage.
Due to the difficulty of re-subsidizing, the Imperial Guard recruited some "temporary workers" from the local area, mainly responsible for carrying ammunition and logistics.
Karen is such a person. He used to be just a shoemaker, but was arrested two months ago as a strong man.
Now he was leaning against the automatic cannon, trembling constantly under the action of recoil.
Arc-flying shells crossed the position and harvested the enemy, but the enemy was also fighting back with artillery fire, hitting the position, and spreading avalanche-like fragments into the ground.
Karen instinctively dodged backwards, hugged his head with both hands, and complained in the noise.
The gunner who operated the automatic gun turned his head and shouted at him, asking him to hurry up and carry the ammunition, but he ignored them at all, just shook his head violently and shouted loudly.
The Cardian soldier saw the tears in his eyes and shook his head in disgust and turned back to the gun position where the dust and debris were settled.
Karen heard a gunner sarcastically at him.
"Coward! Coward! You have lost all the faces of your relatives! The emperor's faces! Are all the people who Pai Shangxing cowards?"