Although it was not yet dusk, the sky had turned into a dirty dark brown color, or day and night had not been very clear since the next day. The huge Tyron chimney at the end of the horizon was the culprit of all this, and they were trying to swallow the entire atmosphere, and fortunately this work seemed to take some time.
In the dirty sky, it can be occasionally seen that its sporangium burns and emits a yellow-orange light as it passes through the atmosphere.
Everyone is used to all this, which means that more enemies have come to the ground. Fortunately, the air defense weapons deployed in the city are still in operation, ensuring that sporangia will not directly hit the city, but it is only limited to the city.
The siege for several days had compressed the defense line to the last guardrail of Sanchao City. In order to resist the attack of Tyron, a large number of construction machinery were used to quickly build a moat, but the river did not mean absolute safety. On the third day, Tyron creatures attacked the city along two surging rivers, and even entered the city through the bottom of the river, causing thousands of casualties, which made the Space Marines work hard to deal with it.
After that, the river also became the focus of defense, with a large number of sharp iron piles nailed inside, and a large number of modified mines that can be stimulated in the water were deployed.
But these are all comforting means. Anyone with a little bit of military common sense knows that Sanchao City has become a dead place, surrounded by Tyronworms, attacking day and night, and being broken through is only a matter of time. Unless it is extremely strong support, this cruel war makes many civilians feel that they are just feed in cages waiting for monsters to come and eat.
But at the beginning, there were still track support, but it had been missing for several days. The senior management had no explanation. They just told everyone to firmly hold on and there was a way.
That being said, even the people who knew nothing about the war would be wondering when they looked at the sound of gunfire, the compressed residential areas and the reduced rations every day.
In this case, the command even had to devote some of its precious troops to maintain order, especially the professional troops, that is, the auxiliary army of the Astral Knights. After all, the militia are locals, and they are easily affected by rumors, so it is safer to be placed on the frontline.
The group to which Hayes and his team was assigned to the "Interior Affairs" on the third day, mainly responsible for the four streets in the northern city of Sancha City. The area is mainly composed of private houses and some small workshops, especially textile workshops. The area is also one of the two cloth trading areas of Sancha City. There are 1.6 million people in the jurisdiction of the group to which Hayes belongs alone.
With such a large population, it is naturally a bit difficult to maintain just one regiment, especially in the current situation where the people are generally desperate, all kinds of crimes are emerging one after another. However, their mission is not to catch thieves, but to ensure stability. Therefore, they are mainly responsible for curfews and patrols to prevent crowds from gathering, or some people publicly promote heresy, and regularly arrest "defeatists", occasionally cooperate with the wartime management committee to conduct "investigation" operations, mainly searching places that are suspected of illegally hoarding food, drugs or other war resources.
Compared to fighting the terrifying Tyron creature on the battlefield, this is definitely a leisurely job, but it does not mean that there will be less trouble, especially for grassroots officers like Hayes.
For example, now, he has to rush to deal with a problem.
Walking on the narrow streets, Hays was fast, the road was sandwiched between the arched windows of the rich and the square windows of the civilian areas. As curfew time was about to enter, there were almost no people on the spacious streets, only those who committed crimes for various reasons were urged by the escorts, forming a long snake-like team of reluctant actions.
The highest body of the Wartime Management Committee was the three Astart Company Commanders, who formulated the rules for the entire urban defensive war period, but each person enforced different standards in their jurisdiction.
The standards of the meat-torchers are undoubtedly the most severe, even harsh.
Therefore, many people are arrested every day, and the only punishment for these arrested people is to be sent to the front line to perform suicide missions, using the official statement - to exchange courage for redemption.
Of course, some people also darkly believe that this is the Astats who are trying to consume the population and reduce the pressure on defense and logistics.
There are even more terrifying rumors that the Blood Angels (the people call meat tears) secretly established a "human meat factory", and those who committed crimes were actually thrown into it and turned into military rations supplied to the army.
Hayes also heard about these things, but he certainly did not believe them. However, he also felt that the adults of the meat-torcher were indeed a bit too harsh to mortals. As the situation of the war continued to deteriorate, their emotions seemed to be deteriorating. On the battlefield, many militiamen died of their anger when they were angry. Hayes saw with his own eyes that a militia was slower than others when carrying ammunition because of a leg injury. He had just met the meat-torcher who retreated from the battlefield, and was kicked away by one of them and broke his bones on the ammunition box and died with a broken tendon and broken bones. Their attitude was the fundamental reason for these suspicions, but what could he say?
In the empire, Astart was supreme most of the time.
Along the way, you can see many patrol teams, most of which are regular troops and more than a dozen militiamen, and the better one is sitting on modified armed trucks. Due to the lack of electricity, the houses on both sides of the road look dark, and a few candlelight, mainly in the rich area. Occasionally, you can see some nervous faces flashing through the window.
In addition to patrols, the most common one is the cleaning team, but their mission is not to sweep the streets, but to drag the bodies away - those who starve, those who die of illness, those who are killed, those who are killed, those who are killed, those who are killed, and those who commit suicide. Every day, thousands of corpses appear in dark corners of the streets. Those in black robes put these corpses into body bags and transported them away and burned them together.
Sometimes, where they appear, the dark houses and streets, there will be suppressed crying sounds, but excessive sorrow is considered to be the propaganda of defeatism, and mercy is so precious and expensive at this moment.
Suddenly, halfway through the way, a burst of passionate voice sounded, and the brass trumpets from both sides of the street. Hayes was not curious about it, because he almost carved all the things down.
"...Loyal Imperial citizens! When we end today's hymn, your loyalty and gratitude will be rewarded, and glory will be given to the throne, and we have received another report of brilliant victory, and the bad alien invaders were defeated, expelled by the sacred swords and bombings, and conquered by the indomitable will of the Imperial soldiers! You should stop and thank the great Imperial Army, Navy and the brave and fearless angels of death who sacrificed their lives in battle to protect your home and loved ones from alien plunder! However, such victory is more secure only when each of us adheres to our duties as imperial citizens! Whether you are a craftsman in a stuffy factory, a craftsman in a textile workshop, or a glorious militia,
Chapter completed!