Seeing Arek, Moyz showed a surprised expression.
"Ah, political commissar, you are here. I'm just about to let someone inform you that our phone line has been blown up, and that damn radio is also-"
As he said that, he suddenly coughed twice and a ball of blood spurted out of his mouth.
A boy who looked twelve or thirteen years old, immediately picked up a towel.
"No."
Pushing away the boy's towel, Moyz waved to Yarik.
"Political Commissar, I can't do it anymore. I want to ask you for some things."
"Moyz, what's going on?"
"It's nothing. I just took people to bomb the tank and I was bitten by a bullet."
Arric walked forward and lifted a corner of the quilt.
I saw a big hole in Moyz's abdomen, which was already pierced by the stomach, and his right leg was also cut off from below his knee.
"Isn't it very bad? I've smelled this smell many times before, the smell of dead people, but I never thought I would smell my own."
"Moyz..."
"Political Commissar, can you promise me something?"
The man called the boy to his side and gently stroked the other person's head. The boy always just lowered his head and said nothing.
"His name is Yagob, my son, you know, people like me who are licking blood on their heads are not worthy of having a family. He and his mother have been living in seclusion in the middle nest until one day they were discovered by one of my enemies..."
The gang boss said, coughing a few more times, and his breath gradually weakened.
"Yagob, I'm sorry, I didn't protect your mother...I know you've been hating me all these years."
The boy remained silent.
Then the man turned his eyes to Arik.
"Political Commissar, if you can, please make Jagob a glorious and great man like you, or... at least make him a normal man, not a rat in a gutter like me."
Arric knew that the other party was going to entrust his orphan, but he himself didn't know whether he could survive the war.
But in order to reassure the old comrades, he nodded and said:
"I understand, I will arrange it. If I have the chance, I will arrange for Yagbo to enter Zhongsi Academy."
In addition to the children of martyrs recruited by the Military Affairs Department, Zhongsi Academy also has recommended places for the on-duty political commissar.
"Sir, the priest is here."
The door was opened and a pastor walked into the warm but terrible room.
Soon, bright lights were lit around Moyz, and incense was burned into a bowl.
His life is about to end.
"Sir, you can start."
The priest leaned down, holding the National Church's Holy Book and the Sky Eagle Emblem in his hands.
Moyz gasped, squeezed out his last bit of strength, and his trembling lips spit out weak words:
"Praise the name of the God Emperor, because He saved a poor sinner like me... I was once His enemy, far away from God, but He reached down to me through love and through the Spirit.... He guided me to the God Emperor and taught me this rebellion.... Open my eyes to see my dying God Emperor, and I feel
Thank you for your salvation... Please pity me according to your kindness... according to your abundant mercy, and sprinkle my faults... Please wash away my faults and cleanse my sins... I have committed sins and have done evil before your eyes..."
Gradually, the man's breathing became rapid, but his voice became weaker.
The priest almost had to press his ear to his face before he could hear it clearly.
"...O God Emperor... Please create a clean heart for me... Let me have a spirit that has a new righteousness... Don't abandon me... Don't take back your Holy Spirit from me... Please let me still enjoy the joy of salvation... Please listen to my inferior prayer... With the eternal golden throne...
name....."
With the last breath, the man lost all his strength and closed his eyes forever.
The priest immediately straightened his waist and gave a Skyhawk salute on his chest with his hands.
"Love God Emperor, we entrust the soul of our servant Moyz under the throne. He has gone through his journey of life. This man has worked hard all his life and left a good example. He has a strong faith and a strong fighting spirit. He fights to the death with the enemy of mankind. Please let his soul enter the light and happiness, be listed in the fellowship of all saints, obey the commandments of the God Emperor, and uphold the holy way, holy."
The soldiers of the Wild Dog Gang, those most tenacious soldiers, all burst into tears in sorrow.
Yarik's hand was filled with oil and sweat, holding Moyz's hand tightly until he confirmed that he had finally passed away.
For some reason, he felt his mind blank and felt something being pulled out of his body, torn apart, and drifted away.
As he wandered out of the command room, he didn't notice that all the soldiers were saluting him.
At this time, an officer with a bandage on his head hurried over.
"Political Commissar of Arrek, a section of the city wall was broken through, and the greens occupied the commanding heights and were constantly surging up!"
Arrek was stunned for a few seconds, then asked:
"Why not fight back."
"Uh...... I organized several counterattacks, but they all failed, and the officers all thought-"
Before he could finish speaking, Arric had already taken steps towards the area where the guns were most intense, and the officer immediately chased after him.
He walked along the trench, and shells kept exploding above his head in the middle, making him look dirty, but Arik didn't care.
Now he just feels that he needs some kind of outbreak in a desperate situation.
When he entered the command post, no one expected that he would appear. Whether it was the temporary officer or the gang leader, they all stared at the political commissar who suddenly appeared.
Arrek glanced at everyone, he didn't say much nonsense.
"Comrades-in-arms, your commander and boss have just died, and I will now take his post."
Then, he raised his hand and pointed to a guardrail filled with smoke in the distance.
"Now, my first order, to regain the lost position!"
Everyone was stunned and then looked at each other.
Yarik seemed to have guessed this would happen, and smiled slightly and said:
"I will lead this charge. Whoever dares to retreat with fear, will never agree to my bomb gun. If I, Arik, take a step back, you can shoot me."
As he said that, he pulled out the blaster from his waist and turned to his adjutant.
"You will protect the battle flag."
"Yes, sir."
Finally, a gang leader with a moxie hair and a leather jacket spoke up.
"Political Commissar, calm down. Now the enemy has occupied a high place and has deployed heavy firepower. No matter what, you can't rush up!"
With one leader, others spoke one after another.
"Yes, the enemy's firepower is too fierce. Why don't you ask for Astarte's support?"
"The political commissar cannot be impulsive."
Arrek was unmoved and even put two grenades on his waist.
"Political commissar, etc."
At this time, a veteran officer spoke.
"We'll just rush again."
Yarik shook his head.
"If I really want to sacrifice, I should be the first one."
Chapter completed!