"Sir! Please -"
Facing the woman who was kneeling on the ground holding a baby and crying, Political Commissar Millard raised his pistol indifferently and shot the traitor and the bastard in her arms at the same time. Wear it, then turn around and walk to the next one, leaving a dozen corpses behind him.
There is no point in taking prisoners, and the order from superiors is to kill without mercy.
"Imperial dog! Your false emperor will also curse you!"
The man with his hands broken was leaning against the wall, spitting blood angrily, and Millard shot him directly. The opponent's head.
Heretics are only mad, and their destination is death.
Kindness means betrayal.
After executing the last prisoner, the political commissar turned around and walked to a collapsed stone tablet. He stepped on it and wiped the blood and stains on his boots with a cloth to make sure they were still shiny. The soldiers came to the officer with fearful eyes.
"Now that the traitors have retreated to their evil and depraved churches and crypts, let the soldiers intensify their efforts and the flamethrowers muster up, we need a great burning to cleanse this filthy place "
"The political commissar and the soldiers have been fighting for three hours and are very tired. Anyway, the traitors have no way to escape."
Facing this officer's excuse, the political commissar rolled his eyes. He knew what the other party was up to. The soldiers were going from house to house looking for anything valuable. They had shed blood, so naturally they didn't want to come in vain, even if there was only one person in this bottom nest. Poverty and degradation.
This is the case with the legions recruited from the Maelstrom. From officers to soldiers, they all lack iron-like discipline and will, so the role of the supervisor is very critical.
The political commissar's only answer to this was to put his hand on the handle of the bolt pistol at his waist and cast a "give you a chance to reorganize your language" look at the officer, who immediately turned around in a hurry Greet the people around you.
"Let the brothers attack quickly! Stop scraping! The ground has been scraped off! Bring the flamethrower team over and burn! Burn everything!"
In Under the scolding of the officers, the soldiers had to give up other "work" to concentrate on the attack. Soon more intense gun battles broke out in the streets, and they encountered stubborn resistance from the infidels every step of the way.
Some traitors seemed to be so caught up in some kind of religious fanaticism that they had no regard for their own lives. They were foaming at the mouth, rolling their eyes, and twitching their fingers convulsively on the trigger. These were loyal to the once inviolable Empire of Man. Citizens, now reduced to despicable traitors, are making their last desperate stand.
The streets are burning, embers are floating in the night sky, laser guns are crackling like the sound of thousands of dry branches snapping, sharp and terrible screams are echoing in the ruins, some traitors Hiding in their homes, which they thought were safe, the soldiers immediately locked the doors and windows, and then used flamethrowers to light them from the outside. They watched as the people inside fled like rats in a red-hot tin can and beat the doors and windows in despair.
Just as the flames gradually began to engulf this garbage-heap-like town, some kind of chanting echoed in the wind, getting louder and more harsh.
Commissar Millard also felt that the air had become heavy, and even a communications soldier on his right began to groan, and the communicator behind him also vibrated.
Suddenly, a soldier appeared out of nowhere and almost jumped on him. The political commissar took a step back and kicked the soldier down, and then pulled out his pistol.
"What are you doing! Are you crazy!"
But the other party was just rolling on the ground, his eyes tightly squinted, his mouth wide open, and dirty and unfamiliar words kept coming out of his mouth.
The commissar immediately pressed his bolt pistol to the opponent's temple. "Shut up..."
He growled, with a Savage World accent in his voice.
The soldier stumbled to his feet, a smile spreading across his face, sickly and manic, and he grunted and coughed and spat on the grass, his saliva hissing like acid as it hit the ground, The smile on his face even grew bigger and bigger until it engulfed his entire cheek.
One sentence repeated on his lips before he began to scream.
"Revenge has arrived."
The political commissar stared at this man in horror. The big man's skin fell off like a python shedding, leaving a layer of dry, wrinkled dead skin, with only the original skin underneath. The thing glowed evilly in the firelight.
The political commissar felt that he should do something and raised his pistol with trembling hands. He did not know that they had already stepped into a huge witchcraft trap.
As the chanting went away, sickly yellow and blood-red mist rose from the ground, and black clouds roared past his head. The soldier's dark eyes reflected the storm, which was a darkness of fear, malice and unknown.
Then the soldiers around him fell in pieces, slumped to the ground, their bodies twisting, and madness flashing in their eyes. Some prayed to their comrades for the Emperor's mercy, while others grunted and gurgled. The soldiers twisted into new shapes, and the soldiers began to shoot at their comrades. Gunshots came one after another, and screams erupted from mouths and throats that no longer looked like humans.
"What kind of witchcraft trick is this?"
The commissar screamed, fear taking the last trace of discipline from his voice, and the soldiers in front of him had coughed their teeth out When he came out, his jaw opened to the limit with a click, thick liquid gushes out from it, followed by a hand.
So he started shooting, the pistol spraying out explosive shells that he hoped would work, until another hand followed the first and the explosive shells blew open the man's head.
Then something ripped him in half from the inside.
A grotesque monster rushed out from the fallen corpse, staring at the political commissar with yellow glass-like eyes. It looked like a skinless hound, and its body was as hot and covered in blood as the soldier's corpse. And filth, filthy internal organs slid down from the creature's face. When his eyes met, the horrific thoughts of blood and killing invaded the political commissar's mind.
This caused him to panic, and the bolt pistol kept firing.
Hit by the bomb, the monster flinched, and then it smiled, its misaligned teeth shining in the raging firelight.
Then its damn tongue hissed, and a sword was formed from the bones scattered under its feet. It took two steps forward, and a soldier tried to pass by it because of fear and panic. Fleeing, the monster immediately cuts him in half.
The political commissar took this opportunity to break away from its gaze. He did not want to escape, but to reorganize the soldiers to fight back.
"Don't be chaotic! Don't be chaotic! Close the front!"
But what's worse is that the traitors also appeared again, wearing various masks, howling and waving various Rough weapons rushed out from the evil church and the opened cellar entrance, and the surrounding unprotected soldiers suddenly fell in pieces.
With the sound of whistles and drums, although the fallen soldiers were still screaming, the soldiers of the three regiments recovered from the initial losses and began to retreat to more places. Fight an endless stream of strange enemies in favorable areas, and mobilize armored forces outside the town to counterattack.