As soon as the shelling ended, the Hellhound Fire Spitzer tanks and Chimera armored vehicles, as well as a small number of Rieman Russ tanks began to cross the infantry line.
A bright heat flow rolled out of the Hellhound's turret, creating walls of fire on the undulating ground.
Many heretic defenders crawled out of the hidden ditch screaming, covered in flames, rolling and slapping, but to no avail, while the Cadians just walked by them indifferently, and would not even give alms to the last kindness.
"Cadian!"
Creed started his shouting again, but his soles slipped and almost slipped. Fortunately, he stood firm and looked down at his half skull.
After moving his feet away, he continued to shout.
"Run!"
The laser guns equipped with bayonets were lifted up, and although the soldiers worked hard, their shouts turned into some kind of war cry that was actually inaudible by the sound of cannons.
Soon the wall was broken through, and the defenders either died or fled.
Tanks broke open the door and soldiers flocked to the world behind the wall. It was a large slum and steel-structured hut, which was obviously a slum.
The nests have cut off the lower layer of electricity, and it is already dark here.
As Creed walked into the wall, he heard the dense crackling sound of laser guns. The white shields followed the veterans and opened fire around, illuminating the darkness. There was fire everywhere, as if the entire Green Skin War Gang was charging towards them.
Not long ago, the Eighth Regiment added a batch of white shields to almost restore their number to the pre-war period. These young men, Cried, liked them very much because they could bring a lot of latest news from their hometowns and also give veterans who have been fighting abroad for a long time a bit of teasing.
Although they are new recruits, their qualities are not low, and their skills and tactics are even comparable to those of the veterans of the ordinary Astral Legion, and they always maintain a strong desire to attack.
This is the Kadian, born a soldier, who makes Creed most proud of.
The enemy has been defeated, but has not completely failed.
"Get out of the Empire Dog!"
Creed vaguely heard a woman's voice coming from a distance, followed by a long and messy laser gun fire.
"For the bottom nest!"
She fell silent as a harsh barking of woodcutting guns.
"The Second Company and the Third Company cleared the remaining enemies in the surrounding buildings, and the others continued to advance. Our goal was not to this slum."
The Eighth Regiment of Cadian methodically expanded the gap and advanced forward. Cried climbed onto his Chimera command car. He could see the light beams of the light group cutting the darkness as they moved, swinging frantically back and forth, illuminating a street of bombed buildings covered with rubble and broken glass.
Suddenly, the light brushed a pool of fresh blood, and Creed followed the traces of blood until the light caught a pale hand that stretched out.
A woman's hand.
The light further extended, a woman in a plain brown shabby work clothes lay on the ground, with a blood hole in her abdomen, a simple laser gun still in her hand, and her pale face was wide open.
She looked like a very ordinary housewife. Creed had always believed that there were only lunatics and cultists in this place, and there were no so-called civilians.
At this time, a team of soldiers escorted the prisoners past, and Creed retracted his gaze from the body to look at the people.
It is hard to see who they were originally from their appearance, but it doesn't matter anymore. They are alive now and are just alive.
Soon they either became servants or mine slaves with a life cycle of only about one month in a distant mine.
Suddenly, a scream of scolding sounded, followed by a heart-wrenching howling sound.
Creed patted the hatch cover, stopped the armored vehicle, then turned around and looked at the place where the sound was made.
A bald man in a black jacket and scarred head was crying while holding the dead woman. Two Cardian soldiers were crazily beating his head and back with the butt, but even though he was beaten to the point of bleeding, he still did not let go.
"What's the situation!"
Hearing Creed's voice, the soldier stopped and saluted.
"Report to the commander of the regiment! This prisoner just now came out of the list privately! We wanted to shoot him immediately-"
Creed turned to the man with his back to him.
"Why are you crying? Who is she? Your sister? Or your wife?"
The man still just knelt on the ground and hugged the stiff body tightly, whimpering in a low voice.
"Damn it! Dog heretics! The leader is asking you!"
The soldier on the side saw that the other party was silent, and became furious and kicked the man in the face, kicking out two bloody teeth.
But the other party was still indifferent.
Creed sneered, put his hands on the armored vehicle turret and said:
"You're pretty tough, do you regret it now? If you betray the light of the throne, you will only end like this. You should have known that this day will come."
The man gasped for a few times, raised his head slightly, and said with his back to Creed tremblingly:
"I regret it, I just regret not killing a few more imperial dogs!"
"You are looking for death!"
The soldier on the side pointed the muzzle directly at the man's head, but before pulling the trigger, he was stopped by Creed's gesture.
"Now you pretend to be a tough guy? Then why did you become a prisoner? Haha, heresy are cowards, it is useless to hide it, and your behavior also makes the person you love the most die. You should regret your original choice now."
"choose!"
The man turned his head suddenly, revealing half of his baked face, and the only eye left stared at Creed hatred.
"Has the Empire ever given us a choice? When the war turned our homes into ruins, where is the Empire? Do you know how many people starved to death in the subsequent famine? When my father was taken away and eaten, and my mother had to be a prostitute in order to support her two children, where is the Empire? When the Empire's witch hunting team charged my sister with a witch and caught it and killed rape, did the Empire give me a choice? The Red Pirates came, at least gave us a bite of debris that could survive, and the Empire was not willing to give it to us this bite! It was you, what would you choose? In the end, you scolded us as heresy? If you wanted to survive, how many heresy should there be in the Empire?"
After hearing this, Creed couldn't answer for a moment.
Jalan Kyle, beside him, took a bite of the ration stick in his hand, pointed at the man and said vaguely:
"Why don't you stay at home and starve to death? Traitors are traitors, and you're looking for so many excuses!"
The man laughed bitterly, suddenly reached out and grabbed the laser gun muzzle of the soldier beside him, pointing at his head. The soldier instinctively pulled the trigger when he was nervous.
The next second, the man fell to the ground and lost his breath.
Creed stood in the command cart blankly. Since he was sensible, he was taught to hate all heresy, especially after learning about the destruction of his family and home, he hated heresy more than everyone else.
But at this moment, he suddenly had a thought - whether the empire itself was constantly creating heresy with various tragedies.
A chill rose from his spine, which made him shudder and immediately threw away those distracting thoughts.
Thoughts lead to heresy!
He kept telling himself in his heart that heresy is heresy, not worth sympathy or thinking about, he just needs to kill them.
Chapter completed!