Chapter 159: The hard-fought Astra Militarum
Satellite Vullen 5, third landing zone, position of the 4337th Infantry Regiment, 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 even smelled 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 only 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 concentrating on shooting 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 commander’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 all the way over the corpses of their kind.
At the same time, raindrops of artillery shells also fell on the human position, setting off waves of air mixed with dust and stumps.
In addition to these cannonballs, there are other debris such as wrenches, screws, boots, mushrooms, teeth, grt heads, etc. that also fall down. No one knows how the green skins fire these things. Come out, in short, the entire front line will soon be no different from a garbage dump.
After covering 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 abject fear, swinging his rifle-discarded arms wildly, thinking only of running faster.
They have been stuck in the landing zone for two days. During this time, 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 it. Greenskins' fleet harassment and satellites' powerful counterattacks.
For a time, they were alone and could only fight desperately on the ground.
It is said that the adjacent 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, a dizzying stinging sensation came, and Larry, who was running wildly, fell to the ground, and his hands automatically covered his chest under the action of 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 on 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, the gun in his hand still smoking.
Afterwards, the seemingly young Zhengyi uttered the last words Larry heard in his life:
"Coward."
Zhengyi is the Empire Star A unique formation in the Imperial Army, 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 recognizes Zheng Shi's unique hats and coats.
To the general public, these men were symbols of the Empire's authority, and their only duty was to ensure that all performed their duties in the Emperor's name.
Zhengshi are usually selected from the students of the well-known Zhongsi Academy, and most of the students will eventually become employees of various departments of the empire
or a member of the Storm Zhongsi Army At that time, only those who stood out would have the opportunity to be recommended to serve in the Political Association.
The chosen one must have absolute faith in the Empire, they must demonstrate a sincere belief in totalitarianism and idealism, and be able to
play both a ruthless tactician and an inspirational leader at the same time Heroes play two conflicting roles while fighting like a consummate duelist.
In addition, Zhengshi is also obliged to learn the culture and customs of his regiment, and whether he is assigned to the dutiful Vostonians or the tenacious, isolated Catachans, he must be respected equally.
If the discipline or morale of his regiment is shaken, it is the job of the political commander to take all necessary steps to restore order, convinced of the necessity of his actions.
Under the unwavering gaze of such a man, soldiers will be inspired to do things they thought would never be possible. In extreme cases, political leaders must not hesitate to shoot fleeing soldiers or incompetent officers - after all, nothing restores discipline better than shooting the dissatisfied and cowardly.
When the soldiers look at the brains of their erring colleagues being sprinkled in front of them by a bullet that passed through the skull, they will once again recall the importance of duty and discipline. sex.
Such a brutal way of demonstrating a political rebuke's authority ensured that most of the time, the first soldier to attempt to flee a battle would also 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 at several soldiers who turned around and fled from the front line:
"You cowards!"< br>
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! You can fight to the death under the Emperor's gaze, or you can die meaninglessly. Make your choice!"
Political excuses are serious. He glanced at everyone in the trench and said to a group of people in front of him who had just turned around and tried to escape from the battlefield: "You bunch of bastards are worthless anyway! Die like insects!"< br>
Under the severe rebuke of the political leaders, these people made difficult choices with unspeakable panic.
They hesitated tremblingly, fearful of the enemy behind them, and deeply ashamed and fearful of the man in front of them.
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 learning was often accompanied by a large number of floggings and executions.
"You bunch of eggless brats! Why don't you turn around and fight!"
A bald man suddenly gave a concise and powerful military salute to Zheng Yu, and then mentioned The machine gun on the side turned around, roared and fired 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 alone, 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 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, a roar of response echoing around him as he fired into the roaring green waves.
"Waaaaaagh!"
At the same time, there was a war cry from the end of the greenskin team. An greenskin was hit by a huge steel jaw, and then was knocked off the iron 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 iron truck until he stopped resisting.
Then he lifted the opponent in the air with one hand, looking straight at the battlefield with his head high.
The next second, the little boss who was 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.
"Sun's hair!"
It said incoherently, then struggled to stand up and joined the other teams.
Everyone can guess who this political commissar is
(End of this chapter)