Chapter 1022 Red Sand Incident
Bahram stood on the roof of the Chimera command vehicle, watching the protest turn into a parade, and then develop into a bigger and crazier direction.
"Captain Michiel."
He asked the Astra Militarum captain in the church through the communicator:
"How is the situation inside?"< br>
No one answered.
The team led by Mihir is the only regular army in the entire refugee camp. There are about fifty people. They only need to defend the only building that can be called a building in the refugee camp, that is, the church, which is also used by the managers. The main place to calm down the crowd.
Due to the impact of the crowd, Bahram was temporarily unable to go there. He originally planned to explain to the people in person.
But a fire disrupted all his plans.
And the refugee camp lacked broadcasting equipment, leaving him at a loss.
Bahram could only watch the flow of the crowd from outside. The militiamen once again established a blockade to isolate the crowd that was gradually getting out of control.
The troop carriers were also involved, separating the people.
But the crowds continued to grow, and rumors of fires and purges frightened the people, who longed for comfort in their faith.
The people's songs of praise started out as a jumbled mixture, but are now slowly blending into a chorus.
Bahram frowned, he didn't like the singing, it was closer to a weeping frenzy, which made him feel uneasy.
He felt as if he were standing on the shore of a sea of believers, and the song was like an inhuman chant.
The militiamen and guards moved restlessly along the lines, staring at the singing crowd and adjusting their weapons.
Fortunately they have not been incited to join in yet.
"Captain Mihir!"
He shouted again, this time with an answer.
"My lord——"
His voice sounded a little slow.
"I'm sorry...I..."
The tone of his speech was as if every word he said was a great effort, and there was something else firmly grasping his attention.
"Tell me what happened in there."
A brief silence, then.
"Sir...I don't know how to say...they are coming..."
"What? Who?"
Bahram felt that something was wrong.
"He is...my lord..."
"Order your men immediately."
The captain's signal was suddenly cut off, so Bahram switched to a public channel.
"All garrison troops nearby, respond immediately!"
He deployed some guards to disperse the crowd, but they were overwhelmed by the sea of people, and some even left the queue.
Bahram felt a little itchy in his stamina, and there seemed to be something else in the air, some kind of power that was ready to move——
Psionics.
A word suddenly popped into his mind.
So he immediately gave the order.
"Closed the roads immediately, blocked them! No one is allowed to move any further! Curfew! Issue a curfew order!"
He thought for a while, and then ordered the guards on the road to implement the martial law order.
"My Lord, how should we deal with those who do not cooperate?" The singing became more and more intense, and people began to run around in the streets. Some people loudly promoted the Emperor, some people praised the dark gods crazily, and some people were crying. Accused of the empire's ruthlessness.
The people pushed forward, trying to squeeze past the soldiers blocking their way.
“Fire!”
Bahram repeated his order for all the troops to hear.
"If there is any resistance, fire immediately!"
She was not surprised by the order, and she even felt a certain satisfaction. Rannoch has disrupted order on Sedeva II, and she must punish those who follow him.
Suddenly, people stopped, they were singing and pulling their hair and clothes. Looking neatly at the towering church.
Bahram's inner alarm bells rang loudly, and he realized that something was about to happen.
"Everyone——"
He planned to keep trying to control the situation, but it was already too late.
It was too late -
With a dazzling flash of light, a bolt of thunder passed over the roof of the church.
When the lightning dissipated, a group of giants in silver armor appeared above, looking down at the crowd below indifferently, holding bolt guns tightly in their hands.
"Gray Knights, how did they-"
Bahram's eyes widened, looking at this incredible scene, while many people below were already kneeling on the ground, worshiping these emperor's angels.
Then they opened fire, and the effect was like the fuse igniting the entire barrel of explosives.
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At the blockade of Fortress No. 7, on the tenth hour after Soshyan led the team to leave, the Black Legion carried a large number of servants and the devil suddenly launched a large-scale attack from three directions at the same time.
What they need to face is the White Templars, Dark Angels and Imperial Guards who are waiting for them.
The battle was fierce from the beginning, and the orbital bombardment formed the first roar on the battlefield, but the Black Legion continued to attack like crazy regardless of casualties.
The first line of defense that bears the brunt is the mortal army.
"Left 15° to the left, shoot!"
The laser cannon on the position bursts with energy, marking its position like a torch.
Lascannons, autocannons and heavy bolters thundered across the landscape, but the overdosed cultists and daemons, undeterred by the incineration of countless others, were coming. The battle just inspired them to run faster.
Huge numbers of drooling, breathing thugs ran forward, sending up huge plumes of smoke, filling the air with stench and thunderous noise.
On the position, the Kadian 22nd Regiment calmly looked at the size of the troops rushing towards them. They were mainly small demons with an unimaginable number. In the center of this group, there were several standing The burning demon engine, the beast-shaped head burning with flames, roared into the air, driving the surrounding demons forward.
When the first wave of high-speed demons entered the shooting range, countless artillery fire immediately erupted from the position, and lasers and explosive bombs formed a continuous barrage.
Due to the difficulty of replenishing personnel, the Imperial Guard recruited some "temporary workers" from the local area, mainly responsible for carrying ammunition and logistics work.
Karen is such a person. He used to be a shoemaker, but he was caught as a prostitute two months ago.
Now he was pressed against the autocannon, shaking from the recoil.
The artillery shells flying in an arc passed over the position and harvested the enemy, but the enemy also fired back with artillery fire, hitting the position and spreading avalanches of debris to the ground.
Karen instinctively ducked back, holding her head with both hands, grumbling inaudibly amid the noise.
The gunner operating the automatic gun turned to him and shouted to him to quickly move the ammunition, but he ignored them completely and just shook his head violently and shouted loudly.
The Cadian soldier saw the tears in his eyes, then shook his head in disgust and turned back to the gun position where dust and debris settled.
Karen heard one of the gunners taunting him.
"Coward! Coward! You have disgraced your relatives! You have disgraced the Emperor! Are all the people on the Death Star cowards?"
(This chapter End)