Chapter 1833 Ascension Day Offensive (Part 2)
As soon as the bombardment ended, Cerberus Spitfire tanks, Chimera armored vehicles, and a small number of Leman Russ tanks began to cross the infantry line.
Bright heat rolled out of Cerberus's turret, creating walls of fire on the uneven ground.
Many heretic defenders screamed and crawled out of the hidden trenches. They were covered in flames and kept rolling and beating to no avail. However, the Qadians just walked past them indifferently and did not even care. Will give the last mercy.
"Cadians!"
Creed started shouting again, but the soles of his feet slipped and he almost slipped, but fortunately he stood firm and looked down to see whose half skull it was.
After moving his feet away, he continued to call.
“Charge!”
The laser gun with the bayonet installed was raised. Although the soldiers worked hard, their shouts turned into something audible amidst the sound of the cannon. Unclear war cry.
Soon the wall was breached and the defenders either died or fled.
Tanks burst open the gates and soldiers poured into the world behind the walls, a vast expanse of shacks and steel-frame huts that was clearly a slum.
The hive has cut off the power to the lower levels, and it is already dark here.
When Creed walked behind the wall, he heard the intensive crackling sound of laser guns. The White Shields followed the veterans and fired in all directions, illuminating the darkness. There were crossfires everywhere, as if there was an entire Greenskin warbands were charging towards them.
The Eighth Regiment recently replenished a group of white shields, allowing their numbers to almost return to pre-war numbers. Creed likes these young men very much, because they can bring a lot of the latest news from their hometown, and they can also make people Veterans who have been away fighting for a long time have a bit of a prank on them.
Although they are new recruits, their quality is not low. Their skills and tactics are even comparable to those of ordinary veterans of the Astral Legion, and they always maintain a strong desire to attack.
This is the Cadian, a natural-born soldier, the tribe that Creed is most proud of.
The enemy has been routed, but not completely defeated.
"Get out of here, Imperial Dog!"
Creed vaguely heard a woman's voice coming from the distance, followed by a long burst of random laser gun fire.
“For the bottom nest!”
She fell silent with a piercing bark of a logging gun.
"The second and third companies cleared the remaining enemies in the surrounding buildings, and the others continued to advance. Our target is not this slum."
The 8th Kadian Regiment methodically widened the gap and headed towards Pushing forward, Creed climbed onto his Chimera command vehicle. He could see the light beams cutting through the darkness as they moved, swinging wildly back and forth, illuminating a street of bombed-out buildings and paved streets. Full of rubble and broken glass.
Suddenly, the light hit a pool of fresh blood, and Creed followed the traces of blood until the light caught an outstretched pale hand.
A woman's hand.
The light extended further, and a woman wearing plain brown shabby overalls was lying on the ground with a bloody hole in her abdomen. A simple laser gun was still in her hand, and her eyes were wide open on her pale face.
She looks like a very ordinary housewife. Creed had always thought that there were only madmen and cultists in this place, and there were no so-called civilians.
At this time, a group of soldiers escorted the prisoners past. Creed looked away from the corpse and looked at those people.
It’s hard to tell who they were originally from their appearance, but it doesn’t matter anymore. They are alive now, and they are just alive.
Soon they will either become servitors or mine slaves with a life cycle of only about a month in a remote mine.
Suddenly, there was a burst of scolding, followed by a burst of heart-rending wails.
Creed patted the hatch cover to stop the armored vehicle, then turned to look at the location where the sound came from. A bald man wearing a black jacket with a scarred head was holding the dead woman and crying. Two Cadian soldiers were beating him on the head and back with rifle butts, but even though they were beaten to a bloody head , and he still didn't let go.
"What's going on!"
Hearing Creed's voice, the soldier stopped and saluted.
"Report to the captain! This prisoner just left the queue privately! We wanted to shoot him immediately——"
Creed turned to the man with his back turned to him.
"Why are you crying? Who is she to you? Your sister? Or your wife?"
The man was still just kneeling on the ground and hugging the stiff body tightly, whimpering softly. .
“Damn it! Heretic dog! The leader is asking you a question!”
When the soldier on the side saw that the other man remained silent, he became furious and kicked the man in the face, knocking out two bloody teeth.
But the other party was still indifferent.
Creed sneered, put his hands on the armored vehicle turret, and said:
"You are so brave. Do you regret it now? If you abandon the light of the throne, you will only end up like this. You I should have known this day would come."
The man gasped a few times, raised his head slightly, turned his back to Creed and said tremblingly:
"I regret, I only regret not killing more imperial dogs!"
"You are looking for death!"
The soldier on the side pointed the gun directly at the man's head, but when he pulled the trigger Before pulling the trigger, Creed stopped him with a gesture.
"Now you're pretending to be a tough guy? Then why did you become a prisoner? Hehe, heretics are all cowards. It's useless no matter how you try to hide it, and your actions also caused the death of the person you love most. You should regret your choice now.”
“Choose!”
The man turned his head sharply, revealing half of his face that was burned, and his only remaining eye stared at Creed with hatred.
“Did the Empire give us a choice!? When the war turned our home into ruins, where was the Empire! Do you know how many people starved to death in the famine that followed? When my father was captured When my mother had to become a prostitute to support her two children, where was the empire? When the empire's witch-hunting team arrested my sister for being a witch and raped her to death, did the empire give me a choice? The pirates came and at least gave us a crumb to survive, but the empire is not willing to give us even this crumb! What will you choose? In the end, you denounce us as heretics if we want to survive? "How many heretics are there in the empire?"
After hearing this, Creed couldn't answer for a while.
Jalan Kyle next to him took a bite of the ration bar in his hand, pointed at the man and said vaguely:
"Why don't you just stay at home and starve to death? You are a traitor. Traitor, making so many excuses!”
The man laughed miserably, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the muzzle of the laser gun of the soldier on the side, pointing it at his head. The soldier instinctively pulled the trigger out of nervousness.
The next second, the man fell to the ground, breathless.
Creed stood blankly in the command vehicle. He has been taught to hate all heretics since he was sensible. Especially after learning about the destruction of his family and home, he hated heretics more than anyone else.
But at this moment, he suddenly had an idea - whether the empire itself was constantly using various tragedies to create heresies.
A chill rose up from his spine, making him shiver in shock, and he immediately threw away those distracting thoughts.
Thoughts breed heresy!
He kept telling himself in his heart that heretics were heretics and were not worthy of sympathy or thought. All he had to do was kill them.
But he also realized that attacking the hive city this time might not be that easy. The residents inside might already regard the empire as a life-or-death enemy.