"Cadians! Reinforcements are coming! Hold on!"
Garland Salomon stood on a sandbag and watched the soldiers fight condescendingly. Their defensive formations were very effective in resisting the initial charge of the demons, but now they were withering like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
The demons seemed to have weakened, but they were still deadly creatures. Each time they swung their swords, they would seize a life. There were only a hundred demons that appeared, but they forced thousands of Cadian soldiers to desperate situations.
Garland Salomon held his sword high, the power sword flashing, casting light around it.
Suddenly, he shook for a moment, but tried his best to hide his wounds, still hurting like needles in his intestines, which were left by the other party's sharp claws on his abdomen when he cut off a vampire's head.
But he had to get close to his soldiers, even in the blood pool that was barely over his ankle, the soldiers respected a commander who was willing to bleed and stood with them, but he was worried that if he did so, he might never be able to stand.
Morale is everything, he must inspire people and give people courage to bend down in pain or be depressed in battle.
Just like Kadian's battle flag, although dozens of flag bearers have been replaced, it has never fallen. Even if it is shot with holes, it still stands like this fortress - just like Kadian himself.
"Still it, Cadians!"
He had tried his best to speak, making it difficult for him to think, let alone fight.
There were the sound of laser guns colliding with weapons everywhere, the sound became louder and louder, and the smell of blood was filled with the air, as well as the smell of rust and smell of odor.
The chaotic red and black figure disappeared into the melee and then appeared again. Garland Salomon caught a glimpse of several demons holding blood-stained magic swords, and the terror-torn crown with studs approached him, eager for more killing, surrounded by the broken bodies of the Cadian soldiers.
Feeling the other party's tyrannical sight, Garland Salomon's heart thumped like a blacksmith's anvil, but he knew he had no way out.
Then came the collision and fight. Captain Kadian used the power sword in his hand to block one of the demons' attacks. The opponent's power hurt his shoulders, but after injecting the last dose of adrenaline, he ignored the pain, and the sword tip stabbed the demon with a foul smell of sulfur on his nose.
Black blood gushed out from the demon's wound, and the drawn sword blade brought out an arc, and then the surrounding soldiers bayonets came out, stabbing the demon into a blood mist.
Suddenly, someone was screaming nearby, and Garland Salomon couldn't hear who it was.
Then, he realized who the voice was.
Political Commissar Gligley died, and he was pierced by a demon with a sword. The blasphemous demon sword tore his breastplate and drained his blood. He also bombed all the explosive bombs in the pistol on the demon's head.
It was a worthwhile ending for a fearless warrior.
"Soldiers! For the Emperor! For the Cardinian!"
Garland Salomon swung again and slashed at a demon's chest, but the opponent immediately blocked it with a sword, and then a blood-red tongue flew out of his sharp-toothed mouth, stabbing Captain Cadian's side.
At that moment, he felt his blood almost dry, almost falling down, and his sword also fell to the ground with his hand.
But the powerful hands behind him supported him, and several bayonets attacked from left and right, destroying the demon.
“We are united!”
Gurgling the slogan of the 356th regiment, Garland Salomon squeezed out the last bit of strength to stand firm. The demons gave the Cadians a heavy blow, but they still refused to surrender.
As soon as he took a breath, Garland Salomon felt a sudden severe pain in his arms and body. The bitter smile on his face was twisted. He covered his chest, gasped, and his lungs trembled, like breathing hot cinders.
Can't let...see me... like this...
Garland Salomon found that even the sound in his mind sounded painful. He wanted to catch the sword he had fallen, but found that he could hardly move.
He immediately realized that if he bent down to pick it up, he might never stand up again.
"The merciful emperor..."
He whispered roughly, his voice intermittently and harshly, and there was a smell of rust in his mouth.
Then, his world fell into darkness—
“How is it possible…”
The pain is unbearable.
The Red Pirate's wizard and commander stumbled forward, feeling his sense of smell had disappeared and was overwhelmed by the smell of blood from the killing field.
Without taking two steps, he collapsed in the mud and struggled forward with his other intact hand and knee.
As a Space Marine, he has never been so embarrassed.
He looked around, wondering how far he was from the battlefield, but he saw the abominable barbarian, riding on his horse, pointing his spear at him and shouting:
"This beast is injured!"
Not long after, he heard the sound of horse hooves.
Horse, he has never hated such a creature as much as he is today.
The Red Pirate Wizard and Commander groaned and stood up stumbled. He kept running forward, falling, getting up, running, and falling again.
Then he felt the coldness that killed his witchcraft was approaching quickly, and he would not have been like this damn untouchable person-
"Who are you!?"
Turning around, he let out a vague roar, but on the other hand was a cold sword. Then his mutated head separated from his torso and was grabbed in his hand. Dozens of cavalry rumbled past his fallen body and stepped into the mud.
As the wizard died, the demons he summoned disappeared, and the leaderless Red Pirate Legion suddenly scattered.
However, Dank Kerk, who knew that the other party would come back soon, strung the wizard's head on the spear and rushed to the fort to catch people as soon as possible. However, at this time, there were only more than 300 people left in the 356th Regiment of Kadian, surrounded the commander who had already died and had never fallen.
After expressing his respect for these warriors, Dankjok also conveyed new instructions.
Aining had fallen, and they delayed long enough for other troops to establish defense lines, and now the 356th Regiment of Kadian can evacuate.
The Cadians didn't say anything, but silently restrained the remains of the fallen soldiers, placed them in the underground warehouse of the fortress, took away their nameplate, and then blew up the fortress, and the body of the regiment commander and the political commissar would be sent back to the rear in person.
Ten hours after the Red Pirates launched an attack on the Drard star, the planet's capital Aining fell, the planet's governor was killed, and two other nests and a transshipment port were also occupied.
The garrison of the Drad Star also carried out tenacious and difficult resistance. More than one million star-world troops were killed and nearly five million informal troops died. In exchange for the casualties of the Red Pirates' leader Ingvar Pozzo, who was commanding the battle, was furious. In 10 hours, the deaths of millions of tyrant soldiers were not counted. The Red Pirates' Space Marines alone were killed more than six hundred, nearly fifty Terminators, and twenty-one heavy-duty vehicles that were extremely valuable to the Red Pirates.
Chapter completed!