Chapter 317 The Rise of the Primarch: Time for Action

Countless pairs of reinforced military boots stepped on the hard concrete ground. The guns carried behind them shook as they ran. There were also tactical vests hanging on the chest, and the magazines inserted in the vests shook with the wearer's movements.

He ran in stride, constantly colliding with the external grenades on the other side.

A whole class, a dozen students carrying guns and wearing tactical vests, ran out of the gate under the majestic city wall. They ran quickly along the front of the wide gathering square. The leader of the class, Silva, held up a hand.

Grabbing the gun, he pressed his helmet with the other hand and ran as fast as he could.

Silva was in a bad mood, because they were late! They were late in front of everyone in the hospital. The entire assembly square was already full of people, and each company stood neatly on the square with guns in hand.

Behind the infantry brigade were armored vehicles and trucks that had already stopped. The crew members sat on the tanks and looked at the few people running past the hospital.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Toulouse, hurry up! It's so embarrassing, since we are late to gather in front of the whole hospital!" Silva turned to look at Toulouse behind him. The young loader was holding two ammunition boxes with both hands.

, with a laser gun slung across his back, swinging from side to side as he walked.

Toulouse was running with two ammunition boxes containing explosive fuses. He breathed in a low voice, "Stop shouting, Silva, you will only make us more embarrassed."

"I told you not to put all the equipment in the warehouse! Why don't you put it in our dormitory? You can carry it with you when you get up. Otherwise, every time you have an emergency gathering, you have to run across most of the artillery yard to get the equipment. It's reliable now!

You're so embarrassed! Run! Run faster!" Silva yelled at the team members behind him and threw the laser gun back on his back. He turned around and ran to Toulouse and grabbed it.

An ammunition box passed by him and he grabbed his arm and ran forward.

Toulouse was carrying another ammunition box, and his free hand immediately grasped the gun belt that was constantly swinging around his chest. He worked hard to fix the laser gun that was constantly hitting his back due to the swing, and then immediately started complaining and

protest.

"I think your brain was poisoned by the food cooked by Huck in the cafeteria. Can these cannonballs be placed in the dormitory?! Do you think that when we were asleep that day, someone would bump into each other when he got up to use the toilet?"

Will the class be blown up to the sky? It will also take the other unlucky guys in the whole building with it!"

"Come on, Toulouse, now is not the time for you to quarrel with me. Everyone speed up! Hurry up! Everyone is hurrying up! For the sake of the emperor, hurry up!" Silva said, turning his head behind him.

The team members shouted, and everyone ran behind them panting, carrying heavy ammunition boxes and tool boxes.

The load of these unlucky guys is more than a little heavy. Their full set of individual equipment already weighs almost 50 kilograms. With the added strength and carrying a box, the load directly reaches more than 100 kilograms. Seriously.

, they are considered imperial supermen by being able to carry these things and run, but apparently, their squad leader still thinks they are too slow.

Silva's anxiety is understandable. After all, they are literally running in front of the entire academy. Senior and middle-grade students from the entire academy are gathered here. Tens of thousands of people all occupy the huge gathering square.

It was so full that from the podium on one side of them, it looked like a black ocean.

Silva couldn't stand the feeling of being stared at by everyone. He felt his face turn red. This was so embarrassing. He dragged the unlucky Toulouse beside him and ran all the way through the huge road.

Square, arrived at their destination.

The dean standing in front of the artillery school walked anxiously. He looked at the trainees standing upright with guns in hand. Their ammunition was placed at their feet. The artillery of each team had been loaded at the rear of the assembled troops.

On the tanks of the armored department, each artillery piece was pulled behind the armored body and was already ready to go.

Everyone was ready. Everyone in his academy was here, except for a group of people. The dean of the Artillery Academy looked at the watch on his wrist and walked angrily in front of the team. Soon he heard that

The sound of rapid footsteps was heard immediately.

He watched Silva and others running over breathlessly. When Silva ran in front of the dean, he suddenly let go of his arms. The unbuffered inertia directly threw Toulouse out, who had not yet stood firm.

After falling to the ground, the box in his hand slid towards the dean.

The artillery director stepped on the ammunition box, and the sliding ammunition box immediately stopped and got stuck on the iron-inlaid upper of the military boots. The director looked at Silva in front of him, who was holding a laser gun loosely.

His helmet was crookedly placed on his head due to the sprint just now. Toulouse beside him stood up unsteadily and stood as the dean with weak legs. The other team members behind them were also in the same condition.

"Report to Dean Cullen! Class 6 has assembled, please."

"That's enough Silva! Get your troops in order! Your Majesty, you look like a bunch of idiots from the defeated defense force!"

Dean Cullen cursed and grabbed Toulouse, who had just stood up in front of him. He grabbed his collar and pushed him into the assembled team. Then Cullen immediately grabbed Silva's collar and kicked him.

In the assembled team, "Find your position and stand up immediately! Hurry up!"

After Cullen kicked the two squad leaders and deputy squad leader into the team, he turned to look at the remaining members who were standing with ammunition boxes. They looked at Cullen as if they were stunned. This made the dean so angry that he wanted to directly

Killing these idiots here, he shook his arms and roared, "Is there something written on my face?! Get in line and stand up!"

The remaining team members trembled in shock, then pushed each other and rushed into the group. They moved chaotically in the crowd like a group of chickens thrown into a shed.

"Stand down for me immediately! Silva! Control your people! Don't make a mess like a group of junior freshmen!" "Sir, please stand up for me!"

After sorting out his equipment and military appearance, Silva immediately began to organize his men. The chaotic team under his constant yelling and pulling quickly regained discipline. The entire team quickly integrated into the team smoothly and no longer looked like a team.

A bunch of idiot pheasants running around.

Cullen looked at them helplessly holding his forehead and sighing. At this moment, a shout came from the next department next to him. That was Dean Dionik of the Infantry Academy, "Hey! Cullen! Are all your departments here?"

"They're all here! There's a lot of them!" Cullen turned his head and shouted toward the other side. Dionik laughed and looked at the direction of Cullen's team, especially Silva, who grinned and grinned, "Come on, don't come here.

, your students just ran in front of me, they were so funny when running, their equipment was swaying around, I was afraid they would hit us in the face!"

The infantrymen laughed along with their dean. Deonik laughed and looked at the annoyed Cullen, "They say that the armored troops are like locusts, the infantrymen are like ants, and the artillerymen are like dung beetles. You guys look very good."

It fits this statement!"

Cullen's face turned blue, and he looked at Silva aside with an annoyed look on his face. The latter looked at the glaring dean standing here at a loss. He stood so straight that he seemed to have forgotten to even breathe.

But Silva is lucky. Maybe Cullen will punish him, but that is not now, because the chief political commissar of the Political Commissar Academy ran over from a distance. He was wearing the political commissar's high-collar windbreaker and the political commissar's waist.

The bolter and chainsword tied to the red belt swayed from side to side as he ran.

The chief political commissar ran to the front of the rostrum, his military boots colliding with the heels of his boots. He stood at attention and looked at the huge team assembled in front of him, "Dean Nassimov is here! The whole hospital is reporting!"

"All infantry academy members are here!" Deonik, who was still laughing just now, immediately stood up and shouted in the direction of the rostrum. Seeing this, Cullen also immediately stood up and faced the direction of the rostrum.

"Everyone at the Artillery Academy is here!"

"All the Armored Forces Academy are here!"

"The Aviation Academy is here!"

"The Naval Academy has assembled!"

Along with a series of counting sounds around him, Silva finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Cullen who turned around and finally saved his life. Now he can only hope that his performance in the operation can make Dean Cullen

Forgive yourself, and just when Silva was still hoping that he could be exempted from punishment, there was a sound of neatly stepping to attention around him.

Silva looked at the front of the team. After all the deans finished their reports, the chief political commissar turned around. He stood at attention and saluted the rostrum in front of him, "The political commissar academy is here! The whole academy is assembled. Please invite Nassimov."

Dean’s lecture! Political Commissar Joseph!”

The political commissar, all the deans, and all their students stood at attention and looked at Dean Nassimov who walked up to the edge of the rostrum. He was wearing his wide big-brimmed hat and a black military coat and stood in front of Terra Gray.

Under the misty sky, the spotlights on the high walls around the surrounding square were shining on him. The dark coat was floating and swaying slightly in the cold wind, making him look full of majesty.

The dean stood on the large rostrum and looked down at the assembled army below. The thick black helmets and military uniforms formed a dark sea. In that black sea shone a cold beam of light, which was the laser gun carried on everyone's shoulders.

The light reflected when illuminated by light.

Nassimov looked at the rear of the infantry phalanx that filled the square. Armored vehicles and tanks were parked together. Armored vehicle crew members wearing black armored jackets and anti-collision hats stood in front of them.

In their own positions, they stretched out from the hatch cover, straightened their bodies and looked at the rostrum in front of them.

Nassimov stood on the rostrum. Behind him stood Charles and the officer corps. They stood in a row behind the dean. Heinrich also stood with them, looking at the dean in front of him.

The judge looked at the dean standing in front. He raised his head slightly and looked at the sea of ​​people below, "You may have heard the recent news. Terra is in chaos. Riots are everywhere and there are mobs who want to subvert the empire.

And the reason for all this is that the high lords are collecting food without restraint and greedily, with no regard for the life and death of Terra's residents."

"Your superiors and their superiors have also received admonitions from the political commissars. The political commissars must have told you that they are all lies and the most shameful conspiracy of the enemies of Chaos to try to divide us from within."

Nassimov looked at the colleges below, and each pair of eyes looked at himself. The students standing in the cold wind were all carrying guns, and tens of thousands of eyes within the surrounding high walls were looking at the person on the rostrum.

Nassimov, while the latter was still standing calmly on top, with his hands behind his back and looking at everyone below.

"The political commissars have done the right thing. They need to maintain morale and discipline, and keep everyone motivated in the coming Chaos invasion. I believe we will win. I know that all of you have high morale, and your enthusiasm is enough to rival the Star Torch.

, and shoot through all the haze and darkness, so you don’t need lies!”

Nassimov shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice could continue to reverberate and expand in the surrounding towering walls without any amplification equipment. Through the echo, it became as loud as if it was equipped with amplification equipment, enough to make everyone in the entire college

Everyone heard his voice.

The students looked at the dean on the stage, who raised his finger and pointed to the wall on one side, which is the direction of the parliament, "I am your dean, and I will not deceive you, so I want to tell you all that.

It’s all true! The high lords greedily plundered the food and stored it in the palace, completely ignoring the life and death of the entire Terra outside the city wall!"

"They assured me in a high-sounding way that they were all to defend the palace in the upcoming siege so that the palace could hold out until reinforcements arrived. They roped me in and told me that as long as I join them, my college, you and

I can share part of the food, they are trying to bribe Chuji Academy!"

Nassimov almost roared. The students all looked at the dean on the stage. The deans of their departments and the officers behind them also looked at Nassimov on the rostrum. They stood upright and carried

Qiang looked at the dean intently.

Nasimov waved his fingers, then clenched his fists and stood in front of him, "They thought they could bribe me! They made me turn a blind eye to their stupid behavior! They also wanted Zhongsi Academy to become their accomplice in suppressing Terra.

Uprising, and that is simply impossible! Let’s not talk about whether our glory allows us to do such shameless things, and even then, the rebellion inspired by such atrocities will be unstoppable! No one can fight against an entire sea!

That tsunami will destroy all of Terra and ultimately threaten the safety of the Emperor himself!"

"And even if we block the rebels and suppress the riot, we still can't stop Chaos from landing at any point on Terra. Anyone who has learned a little bit about military affairs knows that it is passive defense, lying down and waiting to die!"

Nasimov clenched his fist and shook it violently to one side. He roared and roared, and his voice echoed over and over again in the entire square, echoing among the young soldiers carrying guns. They all looked at the dean, their eyes
To be continued...