Flen 5 satellite, third landing zone, 4337th Infantry Regiment position, standard Terra time, 9:15
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!
As the greenskins approached, Guard Larry could see drool dripping from between their fangs, their small red eyes burning with deep malice and endless greed.
He could even smell the suffocating stench of sweat and blood emanating from the pores of these unstoppable giant beasts.
The recruit who had only been in the army for just six months looked down at the laser rifle in his hand, and then looked at his comrades fighting side by side. Everyone was holding a gun and focused on firing beams of dazzling lasers into the crazily approaching enemy.
Among the greenskins.
Then, he saw the enemy roaring at him like rolling thunder.
"Hold the line!"
The chief's voice came from behind.
"In the name of the Emperor, we will never waver!"
A slight cheer came from the trenches, and at the same time the automatic gun crew fired a volley at the enemy group, tearing a row of greenskins into pieces as they jumped the last few meters of the trench.
But they still got closer, rushing over the corpses of their own kind.
At the same time, raindrop-like shells also fell on the human position, setting off waves of air mixed with dust and stumps.
In addition to these shells, there are other items such as wrenches, screws, boots, mushrooms, teeth, grt heads and other debris that also fell. No one knows how the green skins fired these things. In short, the entire battle line is very complicated.
It will soon look like a garbage dump.
After holding his head and shaking for a while, Larry finally collapsed, turned around and started running away.
He had never run away before, but today he was driven by humble fear, swinging his arms wildly with his rifle discarded, thinking only of running faster.
They have been stuck in the landing zone for two days, during which the greenskins did not stop for even half an hour, frantically launching a counterattack against the Imperial Astra Militarum defending the landing zone. In orbit, the Imperial Navy was busy dealing with the harassment and harassment of the greenskins' fleet.
The powerful counterattack force of satellites.
For a time, they were alone and could only fight desperately on the ground.
It is said that the nearby 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 eaten.
"Ha ha……"
Suddenly, there was a dizzying stinging sensation, and Larry, who was running wildly, fell to the ground, and his hands automatically covered his chest due to reflex.
He lowered his head to observe and saw blood seeping out from between his fingers and dripping down the green carapace.
Then he carefully raised his hand and saw the huge wound caused by being hit from a strange angle.
When he lost feeling in his legs, he fell completely to the ground, and for the first time in his life, he saw polished leather shoes standing in front of him.
He used his last strength to raise his head, and at the same time, the resolute face of the company's political leader (Anti-Harmony) appeared in his field of vision, and the gun in his hand was still smoking.
Afterwards, this seemingly young political figure uttered the last words Larry heard in his life:
"coward."
The Politburo is a unique organization within the Imperial Astra Militarum. Its responsibilities are close to those of the Military Police, but its power is far beyond that.
Whether it is from the propaganda murals in the hive capital or the recruitment posters of the Ministry of Military Affairs, every citizen of the empire knows that the political system is unique.
hats and coats.
To the general public, these men were symbols of imperial authority, whose only duty was to ensure that everyone
Perform your duties in the name of the Emperor.
Politicians are usually selected from among the students of the well-known Chuji Academy, and most of the students will eventually become Imperial
When employees of various departments or members of the Storm Loyal Army, only those who stand out will have the opportunity to be recommended to serve in the Political Reconciliation Association.
The chosen ones must have absolute faith in the Empire, they must demonstrate a sincere belief in totalitarianism and idealism, and be able to
Play like a consummate duelist while playing the conflicting roles of a ruthless tactician and an inspiring hero.
Fight the same.
In addition, political leaders are also obliged to learn the culture and customs of their regiment, regardless of whether they are assigned to the dedicated Voss
He must be respected equally among the Tonians and among the stubborn, isolated Catachans.
If the discipline or morale of his regiment is shaken, it is the job of the political leader to take all necessary steps to restore order, convinced of the necessity of his actions.
In such a person's firmness
Under the steady gaze, soldiers will be inspired to do things they thought would never be possible.
In extreme cases, political accusations must be made
There must be no hesitation in shooting fleeing soldiers or incompetent officers - after all, there is nothing better than shooting dissatisfied
Chaos and cowards are better able to restore discipline.
When soldiers looked at the brains of their erring colleagues as a bullet passed through their skulls
And when it is sprinkled in front of them, they will once again recall the importance of responsibility and discipline.
Such a cruel display of a
The authoritative approach to political blame ensured that most of the time, the first soldier to attempt to flee a battle would be the last to attempt to do so.
On this battlefield, the effect is the same.
After killing the first deserter, Zheng Ji, who was wearing a red and black military coat, shouted to several soldiers who turned around and fled from the front line:
"You cowards!"
Then, he fired several precise shots at the backs of these traitors.
The deserters waved their hands in vain and fell down, kneeling on the ground like humble insects waiting for death.
"Listen up! You can fight to the death under the Emperor's gaze, or you can die pointlessly. Make your choice!"
Zheng Yu glanced at everyone in the trench with serious eyes, and said to a group of people in front of him who had just turned around and tried to escape from the battlefield:
"You bastards are worthless anyway! Die like insects!"
Under the severe rebuke of the government, these people made difficult choices with unspeakable panic.
They hesitated tremblingly, the enemy behind them made them tremble, and the person in front of them made them deeply ashamed and afraid.
The first thing every recruit of the Astra Militarum has to learn is to ingrain the fear of the political commissar deep into their bones.
Such studies were often accompanied by extensive floggings and executions.
"You bunch of eggless bastards! Why don't you turn around and fight!"
A bald, strong man suddenly gave a concise and powerful military salute to Zheng Shi, then raised the machine gun beside him and turned around, roaring and firing wildly at the chaotic battlefield.
Others immediately followed suit under the steely gaze of their companions' heroic actions and political accusations.
However, in fact, Zheng Shi was unable to stabilize the entire front by himself, and he was unwilling to spend all his bullets on defecting soldiers when there were still greenskins waiting to be slaughtered.
A large number of Astra Militarum turned and fled to the relatively safe but also exposed logistics base within the range of Ork mortars.
Zheng Yu had no choice but to stride towards the bunker, put the execution pistol in his hand back into his waist, and picked up a heavy logging gun that must have been dropped by an unfortunate soldier while guarding the position.
"For the Emperor! For humanity!"
He shouted as he fired at the roaring green waves, and there was a roar of response around him.
"waaaaaagh!"
At the same time, a war cry was heard from the end of the greenskin team, and a greenskin was hit by a huge steel jaw, and then was knocked off the iron pickup truck.
The war leader pointed at the human defense line and roared again, then walked down from the command post, casually grabbed a fart and hung it around his neck.
The downed little boss fought hard, scratched the war boss with his claws and howled.
But the war leader just swung his neck and kept hitting him against the truck until he stopped resisting.
Then he lifted the opponent in the air with one hand, looking straight at the battlefield with his head held high.
The next second, the little boss who was being used as a punching bag was thrown to the ground heavily, and he spat out a mixture of saliva and blood from his jagged mouth while cursing.
"Ri Ke Mao!"
It spoke incoherently, then struggled to its feet and joined the other teams.