Seeing Yarrick, Moise showed a surprised expression.
"Ah, you're here, political commissar. I was just about to ask someone to inform you that our phone line was blown up, and that damn radio was also—"
As he spoke, he suddenly coughed twice, and a ball of blood spurted out of his mouth.
A boy who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old was standing by and immediately picked up the towel.
"No."
Pushing away the boy's towel, Moise waved to Alec.
"Political Commissar, I can't do it anymore. I have something to ask you."
"Moise, what's going on?"
"It's nothing. I was bitten by a bullet when I took someone to blow up a tank."
Alex stepped forward and lifted a corner of the quilt.
I saw a big hole in Moise's abdomen, his intestines were pierced and rotten, and his right leg was amputated below the knee.
"Does it smell bad? I've smelled this smell many times before, the smell of dead people, but I never thought I would smell it myself."
"Moise..."
"Political Commissar, can you promise me something?"
The man called the boy to his side and gently stroked his head. The boy just lowered his head and remained silent.
"His name is Jacob, my son, political commissar. You know, a person like me who licks blood with a knife head is not worthy of having a family. He and his mother have been living in seclusion in Zhongchao until one day they were killed by one of my enemies.
Found..."
As the gang leader spoke, he coughed a few more times and his breath gradually weakened.
"Jacob, I'm sorry that I failed to protect your mother... I know you have been hating me all these years."
The boy remained silent.
Then, the man turned his attention to Alex.
"Political Commissar, if you can, please let Jacob become a glorious and great man like you, or... at least let him become an ordinary person, not a gutter rat like me."
Yarick understood that the other party was going to leave him alone, but he himself was not sure whether he could survive the war.
But in order to reassure his old comrades, he nodded and said:
"I understand, I will make arrangements. If there is a chance, I will arrange for Jacob to enter Zhongsi College."
In addition to the children of martyrs recruited by the Ministry of Military Affairs, Zhongsi College also has recommended quotas for serving political commissars.
"Sir, the priest is here."
The door was opened, and a priest walked into the warm but smelly room.
Soon, lamps were lit around Moise and bowls of incense were burning.
His life is coming to an end.
"Sir, you can begin."
The priest leaned down, holding the sacred book of the state religion and the eagle emblem in his hands.
Moise gasped, squeezed out the last bit of strength, and uttered weak words with trembling lips:
“Praise be to the name of the God-Emperor, for He has saved a poor sinner like me... I was once His enemy, far away from God, but He reached down to me through His Spirit in love.
...lead me to the God-Emperor, teach me this rebellion...open my eyes to see my dying God-Emperor, I feel
Thank you for the salvation you have given me...Please have mercy on me according to your love...Anoint my faults according to your abundant mercy...Please wash away my faults, and
Cleanse me from my sins...I have sinned and done evil before your eyes..."
Gradually, the man's breathing became faster, and his voice became weaker.
The pastor almost had to put his ear to his face to hear clearly.
"...O God-Emperor...Create in me a pure heart...Give me a renewed and upright spirit...Do not cast away me...Do not take back from me
Your Holy Spirit...please allow me to still have the joy of salvation...please listen to my humble prayer...with the eternal golden throne...
name....."
With his last gasp, the man lost all strength and closed his eyes forever.
The priest then straightened up and made an eagle salute with his hands in front of his chest.
"Loving God Emperor, we entrust the soul of our servant Moise under the throne. He has completed the journey of life. This man has worked hard all his life and left a good example. His faith is strong and his fighting spirit is high. He has fought against the enemies of mankind.
Fight to the death, and please allow his soul to enter a place of light and happiness, to be listed among the fellowship of saints, to obey the commandments of the God Emperor, and to uphold the holy way. This is holy."
The warriors of the Wild Dog Gang, the most tenacious warriors, all cried sadly.
Alex's oily and sweaty hands held Moise's hand tightly and did not let go until it was confirmed that he had finally passed away.
For some reason, his mind went blank, and he felt like something was being pulled out of his body, torn to pieces, and floating away.
When he wandered out of the command room, he didn't notice that all the soldiers were saluting him.
At this time, an officer with a bandage on his head came over in a hurry.
"Commissar Yarick, a section of the city wall has been breached. The greenskins have occupied the commanding heights and are pouring in!"
Alex was stunned for a few seconds, and then asked:
"Why don't you fight back?"
"Well... organized several counterattacks, but they all failed. The officers all thought-"
Before he could finish speaking, Yarick had already taken steps towards the area where the gunfire was the loudest, and the officer immediately chased after him.
As he moved forward along the trench, shells kept exploding above his head, and the soil kicked up made him disgraced, but Yaric didn't care.
Now he just felt that he was in urgent need of some kind of explosion.
When he entered the command post, no one expected that it would be him who appeared. Whether they were temporary officers or gang leaders, they all stared blankly at the sudden appearance of the political commissar.
Yarick glanced at everyone, and he didn't say any nonsense.
"Comrades, your commander and boss have just died, and now I will take over his duties."
Then, he raised his hand and pointed to a section of the smoke-filled parapet in the distance.
"Now, my first order is to retake the lost position!"
Everyone was stunned, and then looked at each other.
Alex seemed to have guessed that this would happen. He smiled slightly and said:
"I will take the lead in this charge. If anyone dares to retreat, my bolter will never allow it. If I, Alec, take a step back, any of you can shoot at me."
As he spoke, he pulled out the bolter from his waist and turned to his adjutant.
"It's up to you to guard the battle flag."
"Yes, sir."
Finally, a gang leader with a mohawk and a leather jacket spoke.
"Political Commissar, calm down. The enemy is occupying a high place now and has deployed heavy firepower. No matter what, we can't rush up!"
With one person taking the lead, others also started speaking.
"Yes, the enemy's firepower is too fierce, why don't we ask for the support of the Astartes."
"The political commissar can't be impulsive."
Yarrick was unmoved and stuck two grenades on his waist.
"Commissar, wait."
At this time, a veteran officer spoke.
"Let's just rush again."
Alex shook his head.
"If I really have to sacrifice, I should be the first one."
With that said, he walked out of the command post holding a bolter, and others followed him.