Chapter 230 No longer unique
Out of ammunition and food, exhausted, with few and precious people, those veterans who inherited the spirit of nobility and chivalry in this era are romantic, stupid, but also pragmatists.
The size of this mine is small (compared to a real battlefield), and there is no shelter except for the cave stone-like ice blocks. It seems invulnerable, especially when a large number of beasts and cultists are entrenched in it, making it almost impossible to enter.
At present, the Imperial Guard has no weapons to attack and enter, and the ammunition of various weapons is gradually running out. It is extremely difficult to win this rescue operation.
But there is always a way. At least the Sun Lord already has three or four plans in his mind. Although he doesn't know whether they are effective enough to win a complete victory, they are enough to complete the mission.
But this time Alan Bayer was very quiet. He just looked into the distance, his body hidden in the dark mine tunnel, lying down like a poisonous snake.
Because he was not the commander of this operation, to be precise, although it was foolish to let such a serious military operation be in the hands of a novice, the Sun Lord gave the rights to the ensign, and also the lieutenant.
This is why Alan Bayer is special. He has never regarded power as something to enjoy and love. Instead, he can hand it over anytime and anywhere. His only bottom line is that such power should be used by the right person.
He became Sun Lord simply because the Empire needed him, and it would only be worse if someone else took the position.
He is not arrogant, not complacent, nor does he think that rights and power are everything. Even if he can no longer destroy a world with a single move, he will happily enjoy a relatively comfortable life.
However, in this dark 40th millennium, rights are responsibilities and things that can never be shaken off, lingering on the former heroes like a curse. Even Kane, Old One-Eye, and the kind of heroic staff have to withdraw from the battlefield. Later, he returned here and was finally lost in the whirlpool of the war.
At this moment, Alan Bair taught the ensign that he hoped he could die a good death. If someone took those things, his busyness would stop, and the Sun Lord was like a poisonous snake, looking at the ensign selfishly.
The second lieutenant held a telescope and observed over there. The cultists' firearms were loaded early. Automatic firearms called shell ejectors and a small number of laser guns formed the chaotic team.
It may be due to the confidence in the concealment of this place. After all, unless the person coming is a native of Skadi, or a large fleet that cannot hide from the auspicious omen, this place will definitely be safe.
But the lieutenant's thoughts were complicated. At the same time, he looked at a dark wooden table in the cave in the distance, with a red eight-pointed star of chaos carved on it. Cultists in dark robes were preparing kraft paper.
It is located at the core of the mine, under a huge crystal stalactite, which is four to five meters long. The miraculous creation of nature is not only beautiful, but also bright. It reflects colorful light under nearby light sources. To set off the religious nature of its chanting platform.
"What is that?" The ensign observed the terrifying decoration rack next to the skull-filled chanting stand, and then asked the Sun Lord. Because religious issues related to Chaos are strictly restricted by the empire, to be precise, this is the ensign's first Witnessed actual heretical religious actions for the first time.
Alan Bair looked at the actions of the cultists in front of him. They held up the thick kraft paper files and praised the greatness of the Chaos Gods in ugly hoarse voices. The Sun Lord also opened his mouth to answer at this moment.
"The choir...probably improves morale." He could only answer like this, but the second lieutenant's attention was all on those kraft papers. To be precise, those kraft papers were much thinner and thinner than the empire's standard kraft paper, and the color was lighter. , the texture is more like paper, but anyone who has often experienced the battlefield knows what it is.
Of course, Alan Bayer didn't think that thing was kraft paper. There were synthetic equipment within the empire to make something similar to cowhide, but the cultists definitely couldn't get animal leather in this ice and snow world, and there was actually only one kind of animal alive here, which was being mined. A type of working in a cave.
The ensign's angry fists clawed at the ice. Compared to the Sun Lord's abnormality, he was still a real mortal. He couldn't smash his power into the adamantine-level ice, just like he couldn't kill those villains. Disciple, especially when he realized what those things were made of as leather.
Alan Bayer just asked lightly, as if the matter had nothing to do with him. "Have you made a plan?"
The lieutenant nodded, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes. "I want you, boss, to play the opening song of this plan, a fierce long blast."
The Sun Lord now showed an interesting expression and exhaled a mouthful of white mist. "Let me hear it, silly boy."
The second lieutenant put his ear to the Sun Lord's ear. Alan Bair's expression quickly changed from indifferent to interesting. He tasted the young man from this weird plan. Initially, when he was in the trenches, he proposed the plan to his lieutenant colonel. That style is, to be precise, crazy!
"Interesting, very interesting. God bless you. If this plan succeeds, we can save a lot of time. Two logging guns can solve this problem."
"But how are you sure that the cultists will do that? If they are biased, civilians will definitely die if we shoot." Alan Bair put forward his idea, and the second lieutenant only said slightly coldly.
"Then let them die for the empire."
Alan Bair had to nod. This is the will required as the commander of the Imperial Guard, and it is also something he hates but cannot abandon. If the death of thousands of civilians due to strafing can be exchanged for the Imperial Guard to take over this area, then the price is not impossible. Accept that being enslaved is death, as is being killed by your fellow man.
At this moment, the Ensign and the Sun Lord are like two gods, judging from above, using etiquette and destiny to judge a person's life that should be priceless, just because this dark universe can turn good into evil, and turn deterioration into even worse. The only thing What is good is that it is cold and legalistic.
Don't think, don't sympathize, don't be curious, don't explore, don't know. In this dark cosmic forest, personal reason is like a candle that can be extinguished anytime, anywhere. Even the Primarch is nothing more than a bonfire. It only takes one bad move. The weather will also go out.
The only sun that humans can trust is the Emperor, who has no temperature and only has icy light like snow. He once burned brightly, but some people were unwilling to believe in him. Now he is no longer warm, although he still guides the future of the empire and the direction of mankind.
Those who survive can only be as cold as this ice cave. For this reason, both the Imperial people and the cultists must accept the cruelty of this universe with respect.
But there was one thing that was very "warm" to those guys. The prayers of the Chaos Gods were uttered on the choir. Almost instantly, all the cultists turned their gazes sideways.
At this moment, the Sun Lord was raising his firearm and said to the ensign. "Isn't your plan ready yet? Isn't it just ice cubes?"
The second lieutenant held the mining equipment of the engineering team in his hand. It must be said that this young man from the hive city was ingenious and liked strange skills. He could even operate a heavy drill. I saw him wiping his sweat while removing a piece of buzzing equipment from the wall. Transparent concave mirror.
"Okay!" He held up the object that was half a person's height. Although it was rough, it could be seen that its beautiful arc already had basic optical gathering capabilities.
Alan Bair just took out his weapon, adjusted it to melt mode, and shouted to all Skadi's soldiers. "Don't look at anything where the heretic is, don't listen to the heretic's filthy words, and don't understand any of the heretic's thoughts!"
"Now, close your eyes!"
At this moment, all the cultists were focused on the choir. A group of three cultists were singing a chorus, using dirty loudspeakers to amplify and emphasize the barely legible words.
Even in the cultist camp next to the mine, there were people who endured the cold and walked out to pay attention to the teachings of the Chaos Gods. In this cold hell, even they had only this thing to look forward to.
For anyone, working here is a test. Even the most loyal people need something to stabilize their thoughts. Fixed time, singing three times a day is the time for them to enjoy what they need.
Trucks transporting minerals, camps for rest, factories for processing dead people, and soldiers guarding citizens all stopped to look at their gods.
Alan Bair turned his body sideways and looked at the lens. The ensign held the thing with his eyes closed. At this moment, the Sun Lord complained again. "You boy is really crazy. This plan gives me a green-skinned feeling!"
He adjusted his position and the ensign closed his eyes and cursed. "Boss, don't beat around the bush and say I'm crazy, hurry up and shoot!"
The Sun Lord scolded back. "I'm praising you, idiot!"
The lieutenant holding the instrument next to him gave a thumbs up. "Okay, the angle is confirmed, the coordinates are OK." He had a complicated expression, and then closed his eyes. At this moment, for the first time, he realized in his mind why the Sun Lord had not chosen him. It was not just because he was not a Skadi. , but that I am really not suitable to deal with the ever-changing battlefield...
After that kind of loss, the sizzling sound of firearms appeared, and everyone understood that it was the sound of hot melt accumulating power and burning water molecules in the air. It also represented a strong light that was so strong that the shooter needed to get used to it. If such a light What will happen if it is strengthened again and then falls into the extremely transparent ice stalactite?
No one can guarantee that this is just a whim, but Alan Bayer accompanied the second lieutenant in the undertaking. Something happened. Surprise is extremely risky, but it has amazing benefits!
They are ready to launch at any time.
At this moment, the tired Skadi citizens in the ice cave collapsed due to cold and exhaustion, and cruel whips followed.
Bang bang! The thing ripped open the air and slapped the slave's exposed skin. His mouth was dry and cracked, but the poor man's skin was attached to his bones, but there was no reaction.
The Skadi people here only have men, to be precise, they should be young men. The cultists separate people by age, physical health, and status, and then "use them as needed", such as young and beautiful women, and young and strong men. Men must be treated differently...
"Another one has fallen! Someone will take him away!" The superior mutant looked at this guy with dissatisfaction. He seemed to be angry with this guy for disturbing him from enjoying the scriptures. The irony was that he used to crawl under the nest, but now he is doing the opposite. , and the slavery was so exaggerated that even the guys who carried this man away were Skadis who were as skinny as him.
Nowadays, the tens of millions of people in this hive city have been turned into food, labor, power, productivity, and thousands of vitalities have become props and consumables.
And such oppression represents resistance, the most terrifying resistance. After all, both roads lead to death. While the flames of the emperor are still burning in their consciousness, many young people have already raised their weapons in private, and the mine manuscripts can also smash the bodies of those beasts. head.
When the shriveled Skadi man was dragged down, his withered body suddenly burst out with fierce power, shouting "For the Emperor!"
"For the Emperor!"
"For the Emperor!" Dry voices kept appearing, and the crowd was full of young adults. Although they were fragile due to malnutrition, the fire in their hearts had not been extinguished.
But immediately a guard raised his weapon, beat the ignorant thing to death, and then cursed. "That bastard, don't mention the name of the Corpse Emperor here!"
"You are all maggots. You no longer have faith or personality. Your souls are just bait for the Chaos Gods, and your bodies are just supplies for the giants and demigods!" The beastman has long horns and a twisted face. His swollen muscles and abnormal mutations gave him the ability to hold an Ogryn gun, making him even more majestic.
People huddled up, the sound of whips became more frequent, and there was also the sound of mine manuscripts hitting minerals. Heavy equipment was operated by cultists to break open the thick and high-strength glaciers. Then ordinary people approached like props and used brute force little by little. Smash the ordinary minerals embedded in the ice cubes and collect them.
All those conflicts were suppressed by force, but the dissatisfaction could no longer be suppressed. Many young people were full of blood, and some were elites who had served in the PDF, or gang members. Killing was just a common occurrence!
Destiny is constantly turning, and while murderous intentions are everywhere, the actions of the Imperial Guard are in line with the people's wishes.
"Fire!" Alan Bayer shouted, and a fierce bright light suddenly appeared. The light was cold, dazzling, and terrifying. It was gathered through the lens and fired into the distance, like a laser gun projectile, hitting the door straight. On the sutra platform.
The cultist priest happened to be talking about passion at this moment. He shouted that the gods of chaos will be kind to us and bring light and warmth to this place!
The beastman leader nodded, listened to the singing, and witnessed the "light" toward the gods, and his eyes suddenly disconnected from his brain!
He felt a sudden stabbing pain in his head again, and the bright red blood moistened the thick clothes on his chest. His powerful body made him turn around and see the attacker, with blurred eyes and a bright red world. All he saw was that it was a A miner with crazy eyes.
His head was spinning, and he shouted with all his strength as the miner raised his weapon again. "The laborers have rebelled!" (End of Chapter)