Although it has not yet reached dusk, the sky has turned a dirty dark brown, or in other words, day and night have not been very clear since the next day. The huge Tyranid chimney at the end of the horizon is spewing thick spore smoke.
The culprit of all this is that they are trying to swallow the entire atmosphere. Fortunately, this work seems to take some time.
In the dirty sky, its sporangia can occasionally be seen burning with a yellow-orange light as they pass through the atmosphere.
Everyone has become accustomed to all this, which means that more enemies have come to the ground. Fortunately, the anti-aircraft weapons deployed in the city are still operating, ensuring that no sporangia will directly hit the city, but only within the area.
It's urban area.
Several days of siege have compressed the defense line to the last protective wall of Trifork City, and in order to resist Tyron's offensive, a large number of construction machinery was used to quickly build a moat, but the river did not mean absolute safety - on the third day
At that time, there were Tyranid creatures attacking the city along the two surging rivers, and even entered the city through the river bottom, causing thousands of casualties and making the Space Marines busy for a while to deal with them.
After that, the river also became a focus of defense. A large number of sharp iron piles were driven into it, and a large number of mines modified to be activated in the water were also deployed.
But these are all comforting measures. Anyone with some military knowledge knows that Trifork City has become a dead place. It is surrounded by Tyranid swarms and is attacking day and night. It is only a matter of time before it is broken through. Unless it receives extremely strong support, this battle
The cruel war has made many civilians feel that they are just fodder in a cage waiting for monsters to come and eat.
But the orbital support that was still there at the beginning has disappeared for several days, and the top management did not give any explanation. They just told everyone to hold on firmly and there will be a solution.
That being said, even people who know nothing about the war can't help but murmur when they see the sound of gunfire getting closer and closer, as well as the shrinking residential area and the dwindling rations every day.
This situation even led to the command having to devote some of its precious troops to maintaining order, especially the professional troops, that is, the auxiliary army of the Astral Knights. After all, the militiamen were all locals, and they were easily exposed to rumors.
Impact, it is safer to put it at the forefront.
Hayes's regiment was assigned to "internal affairs" on the third day, and was mainly responsible for the four streets in the northern district of Sancha City. This area is mainly composed of private houses and some small workshops, especially textile workshops. This area is also
One of the two cloth trading areas in Three Forks City, there are 1.6 million people in the jurisdiction of Hayes' regiment alone.
With such a huge population, it is naturally difficult for just one group to maintain it, especially when the people are generally in despair and all kinds of crimes are emerging in endlessly. However, their mission is not to catch thieves, but to ensure stability, so they are mainly responsible for the curfew.
and patrols to prevent crowds from gathering, or people openly promoting heresy, and regularly arrest "defeatists", and occasionally cooperate with the War Management Committee to conduct "clearance" operations, mainly against those suspected of illegally hoarding food, medicine or other war resources
Search the premises.
Compared to fighting the terrifying Tyranid creatures on the battlefield, this is definitely a leisurely job, but it does not mean there will be less trouble, especially for low-level officers like Hayes.
For example, right now, he had to rush to deal with a problem.
Hayes walked at a fast pace on the narrow street, which was sandwiched between the arched windows in the wealthy area and the square windows in the civilian area. Since the curfew was about to enter, there were almost no people on the spacious street.
, only those who committed crimes for various reasons were urged by the escort's shouts and formed a long snake-like team to act reluctantly.
The highest body of the Wartime Management Committee is the three Astartes Captains. They formulated the rules for the entire city defense war period, but each of them implemented different standards in their own jurisdiction.
The standards of the Flesh Tearers are undoubtedly the most stringent, even harsh.
Therefore, many people are arrested every day, and the only punishment for these arrested people is to be sent to the front line to perform suicide missions. In the official parlance, they exchange courage for salvation.
Of course, some people secretly believe that this is the Astartes trying to find ways to consume the population and reduce the pressure on defense and logistics.
There are even more terrifying rumors. The Blood Angels (the people's name for flesh tearers) secretly established a "human flesh factory", and those who committed crimes were actually put into it and turned into rations for the army.
Hayes had heard a little bit about this, but he certainly didn't believe it himself. However, he also felt that the adults of the Flesh Tearers were indeed a bit too harsh on mortals. As the war situation continued to deteriorate, their emotions seemed to be deteriorating as well.
, many militiamen died on the battlefield due to their anger. Hayes saw with his own eyes that a militiaman was slower than others when moving ammunition because of a leg injury, and he had just encountered a torn flesh that had retreated from the battlefield.
The person was directly kicked away by one of them and died after being hit on the ammunition box with broken tendons and fractures - their attitude was the root cause of these suspicions, but what could he say?
In the Empire, the Astartes are supreme most of the time.
You can see many patrols along the way. Most of them are a few regular troops with a dozen militiamen. The better ones are riding in modified armed trucks. Due to the lack of power, the houses on both sides of the road look dark.
It was dark, with a few candlelights shining through, mainly in the wealthy areas. Occasionally, you could see some nervous faces flashing past the windows.
In addition to patrol teams, the most common ones are cleaning teams, but their task is not to sweep the streets, but to drag away corpses - those who died of starvation, those who died of illness, those who were killed, and those who committed suicide, which appear in the dark corners of the streets every day
There were thousands of corpses. Men in black robes put these corpses into body bags, transported them away, and burned them together.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Sometimes suppressed cries can be heard from the dark houses and streets where they appear, but excessive sadness will be considered to promote defeatism.
Mercy is so precious and expensive at this moment.
Suddenly, halfway through, a burst of passionate sound came from the brass trumpets on both sides of the street. Hayes was not the least bit curious about this, because he had almost memorized all those things.
"...loyal citizens of the Empire! As we conclude today's hymn, your loyalty and gratitude will be rewarded. Glory to the throne, we receive reports of another glorious victory. The terrible alien invaders have been routed and defeated.
Driven away by sacred swords and bombardments, conquered by the indomitable will of the Imperial soldiers! You should stop to express your gratitude to the great Imperial Army, Navy and the brave and fearless Angels of Death who gave their lives in battle to protect your homes and loved ones.
Protect yourself from alien plunder! However, only when each of us abide by our responsibilities as citizens of the empire can such victory be more guaranteed! Whether you are a craftsman in a stuffy factory, a craftsman in a textile workshop, or a glorious
Militias, even pipe workers working hard in the sewers, should remember that you too have a battle, a battle against lawlessness, a war against anarchy, heresy and defeatism, which is fought in
Every city, every street, every house and even every tent unfolds. Just as the Angel of Death obeys the emperor's orders, you must also obey the orders of the angels and the priests, sanctioners, and interrogators around you.
Leaders, protect your city and faith, and ensure that your spiritual purity is not polluted by losers! In the light of the throne, we are about to begin the next hymn, please remember that sin walks the road of laxity, and error is