Chapter 258 Valledo Incident (Part 2)
At first, some people were murdered, but more people were kidnapped and disappeared. Most of them were people who had nothing to do with religion. Disappeared into the night, leaving no trace and no evidence of where they were held or who kidnapped them.
Then, the local Archbishop invited all Astra Militarum officers to attend the ceremony, but did not say anything about the transport fleet in orbit.
Yarrick was one of the first people to notice something was wrong. He urgently recalled all his soldiers and quickly built a defense line.
It turns out that what he did saved the entire 4337th Regiment.
On the same day as the celebration, they lost contact with the orbital transport fleet, and angry mobs began attacking nearby Imperial institutions and offices.
Even the rioting crowd quickly overwhelmed the legal department that was staying in the local area, dragging the legal officers inside to the streets, adding knives and axes, and chopped them into pieces.
The people who were dragged away were all mutilated without exception.
Then the thugs lit the Empire's eagle emblem and threw everything related to the Empire into the fire and burned it.
Several soldiers from the 4337th regiment who went to watch the ceremony managed to escape the fate of being murdered and kidnapped and fled back to their base.
Later, when these survivors told their stories.
They mentioned that everyone suddenly broke out into crazy killings, full of suddenness and drama.
A kind of primitive barbaric behavior suddenly descended on those pilgrims without any warning.
One minute, people are normal and pious, and the next, shocking and horrific violence breaks out.
At first Yarick thought this kind of violence was crazy or out of control.
But according to survivors, the opposite was true and the followers' attitude toward the killings was horrifying.
They were so well organized that it seemed like every one of the thousands of insurgents knew their role in the insurrection and when their mission was launched.
This is the scariest point, people are as perfect and accurate as machines.
These rioters and all their accomplices have no evidence that they have ever communicated or contacted each other, yet their actions coordinated perfectly.
Even if some parts of their plan failed, the remaining ones were able to quickly adapt to the new changes and circumstances without communicating with other rebels.
This is still an unsolved mystery, but it is no longer the most pressing problem facing the Astra Militarum on the ground.
From the outbreak of the rebellion to now, they have fought against the enemy dozens of times. Although they have repelled the enemy's attack every time, their positions are also constantly being compressed.
What's more serious is that their regiments were completely divided and unable to support each other. One of the regiments suffered the most serious damage in the early stages of the rebellion - the commander of that regiment did not listen to Yerike's advice and participated in the rebellion. celebration, and many soldiers participated.
Afterwards, less than half of the remaining soldiers were surprised to find that their former comrades were attacking them.
Based on the last radio communication, Yarick judged that they had been completely wiped out 5 hours ago.
This is the abomination of these cults. When you fight them, you are also fighting against the people of the entire planet, priests and workers, rich and poor, ambitious and noble... even And former comrades.
Everyone is a potential enemy.
But for those soldiers who served with him, they didn't need to know so much.
After all, tragic truths often turn into fear, making it difficult for them to pull the trigger.
No matter the reason, a soldier who gives up the fight will definitely find himself facing the black hole of his gun and accept punishment.
That's right, punishment.
Yarrick was born to make this kind of decision, a hammer to judge those who violate military discipline.
He knew exactly what it meant to pull the trigger on his comrades, and what that duty made him become, but he knew that his actions were not driven by anger or hatred, which would undermine his actions. legitimacy, making it indistinguishable from crime. For it is his duty to destroy weakness.
"Fool..."
Miller muttered and walked forward, squatted down and took off the ID tag hanging around Javier's neck.
His identity card will not be sent back to his hometown together with those soldiers who died gloriously in battle, but will be destroyed after the war is over. Javier's name will disappear along with his identity card. In the raging fire, he was forgotten by everyone in the long river of time.
Except him, Yarrick.
He never forgets his dead comrades. This has nothing to do with honor or not.
"Political Commissar."
It was Lieutenant Miller's voice, rough and weathered, like the others.
The company commander was tall like most Astra Militarum, with three deep scars carved on the left side of his face from his hairline to his cheek.
The warriors all said that he was lucky because he miraculously managed to save his eyes during the fierce battle on Ferlon. They all said that he must have been favored by the Emperor, or that he must have been affected by fate. 's protection.
But Yaric doesn't believe in luck. He believes Miller survived because he fought for every breath like everyone else.
“The front end of the station has actually collapsed.”
Miller put Javier's ID tag into his pocket. The blood-stained ID tag made a crisp metallic collision sound with the others' in the pocket.
"According to the intensity of the enemy's attack, we may not have more strength to continue to defend here."
Yarrick came to Miller and lowered his head to look at the bird in his hand. Looking at the screen covered with dust, the temporarily organized counterattack force entered the station about ten minutes ago. At that time, there were more than a hundred soldiers defending the station, but now there are less than thirty people left.
A large number of areas have been occupied by the enemy, and they are constantly attacking other areas.
“But we must hold this place.”
One of the reasons why Yarick values the station so much is that there is a large signal transmitter here. Although the connection with the orbit is still interrupted, as long as the transmitter is still working, it is possible for them to regain contact with the station. Fleet liaison.
At that time, they had hope of survival.
Once the signal transmitter is lost, only a slow and painful death awaits them.
There are enemies on all sides, and there is no possibility of them breaking through.
“Only by guarding this place can we have hope.”
Realizing that the political commissar was right, Miller nodded.
“One more thing, the scouts sent earlier noticed some large objects approaching in the distance. I guess these guys may be preparing to use some heavy equipment.”
“So we must immediately Retake the station and fortify it before the enemy brings something 'closer' against us, otherwise all the sacrifices we have made so far will be in vain."
"I understand, Commissar."
Miller glanced at his squad.
"We will not lose."
(End of Chapter)