Chapter 1833 Ascension Festival Offensive (Part 2)
As soon as the bombardment ended, Cerberus Spitfire tanks and Chimera armored vehicles, as well as a small number of Leman Russ tanks, began to cross the infantry line.
Bright heat streams rolled out of Cerberus's turret, creating walls of fire on the uneven ground.
Many heretic defenders screamed and crawled out of the hidden trenches. They were covered in flames and kept rolling and beating to no avail. However, the Qadians just walked past them indifferently and would not even show their last mercy.
"Cadian!"
Creed started shouting again, but the soles of his feet slipped and he almost slipped. Fortunately, he stood firm, and when he lowered his head, he couldn't tell whose half skull it was.
After moving his feet away, he continued to call.
"Come on!"
The laser gun with the bayonet installed was raised. Although the soldiers tried hard, their shouts turned into some kind of war cry that was actually inaudible amidst the sound of the artillery.
Soon the wall was breached and the defenders either died or fled.
The tank broke open the door, and the soldiers poured into the world behind the wall. It was a large area of shacks and steel structure huts. It was obviously a slum.
The hive has cut off the power to the lower levels, and it is already dark here.
When Creed walked behind the wall, he heard the intensive crackle of laser guns. The White Shields followed the veterans and fired in all directions, illuminating the darkness. There were firefights everywhere, as if an entire greenskin warband was attacking them.
They charge.
The Eighth Regiment recently replenished a batch of white shields, allowing their numbers to almost return to pre-war numbers. Creed likes these young men very much because they can bring a lot of the latest news from their hometown, and they can also educate veterans who have been fighting abroad for a long time.
A bit of a tease.
Although they are new recruits, their quality is not low, their skills and tactics are even comparable to those of ordinary veterans of the Astral Legion, and they always maintain a strong desire to attack.
These are the Cadian people, who are born soldiers and are the tribe that Creed is most proud of.
The enemy was routed, but not completely defeated.
"Imperial dog get out!"
Creed vaguely heard a woman's voice in the distance, followed by a long burst of random laser gun fire.
"For the bottom nest!"
She fell silent with the harsh bark of a lumberjack.
"The Second Company and the Third Company cleared the remaining enemies in the surrounding buildings, while the others continued to advance. Our target is not this slum."
The 8th Cadian Regiment methodically widened the gap and pushed forward. Creed climbed onto his Chimera command vehicle. He could see the light beam of the light group cutting through the darkness as it moved, swinging back and forth crazily, illuminating
leads to a street of bombed-out buildings, covered with rubble and broken glass.
Suddenly, the light hit a pool of fresh blood, and Creed followed the traces of blood until the light caught an outstretched pale hand.
A woman's hand.
The light extended further, and a woman wearing simple brown shabby work clothes was lying on the ground with a bloody hole in her abdomen. A simple laser gun was still in her hand, and her eyes were wide open on her pale face.
She looked like a very ordinary housewife. Creed had always thought that there were only madmen and cultists in this place, and there were no so-called civilians.
At this time, a group of soldiers escorted the prisoners past, and Creed looked away from the corpse to look at those people.
It's hard to tell from their appearance who they were originally, but it doesn't matter anymore. They are alive now, and they are just alive.
Soon they will either become servitors or mine slaves with a life cycle of only about a month in a remote mine.
Suddenly, there was a burst of scolding, followed by a burst of heart-rending wails.
Creed patted the hatch cover to stop the armored vehicle, then turned to look at the location where the sound came from.
A bald man wearing a black jacket with a scarred head was holding the dead woman and crying. Two Cadian soldiers were beating him on the head and back with rifle butts, but even though they were beaten to a bloody head
, and he still didn't let go.
"what's the situation!"
At Creed's voice, the soldier stopped and saluted.
"Report to the head of the regiment! This prisoner just left the queue privately! We wanted to shoot him immediately——"
Creed turned to the man whose back was turned to him.
"Why are you crying? Who is she to you? Your sister? Or your wife?"
The man was still just kneeling on the ground, hugging the stiff body tightly, whimpering softly.
"Damn it! Heretic dog! The leader is asking you a question!"
When the soldier on the side saw that the other man remained silent, he became furious and kicked the man in the face, knocking out two bloody teeth.
But the other party was still indifferent.
Creed sneered, put his hands on the armored vehicle turret, and said:
"You are so brave. Do you regret it now? If you turn your back on the light of the throne, you will only end up like this. You should have known that this day would come."
The man gasped a few times, raised his head slightly, turned his back to Creed and said tremblingly:
"I regret, I only regret not killing more imperial dogs!"
"You're looking for death!"
The soldier on the side pointed the gun directly at the man's head, but before pulling the trigger, Creed stopped him with a gesture.
"Now you're pretending to be a tough guy? Then how did you become a prisoner? Hehe, heretics are all cowards. It's useless no matter how you try to hide it, and your actions also caused the death of the person you love most. You should regret it now.
choose."
"choose!"
The man turned his head suddenly, revealing half of his face that had been burned, and his only remaining eye stared at Creed with hatred.
"Did the empire give us a choice!? Where was the empire when the war turned our home into ruins! Do you know how many people starved to death in the famine that followed? When my father was captured and eaten, my
Where was the Empire when my mother had to become a prostitute in order to support her two children? When the Empire's witch-hunting team arrested my sister on charges of being a witch and raped her to death, did the Empire give me a choice? The Red Pirates are here, at least give me
They gave us a scrap that can survive, and the empire is not even willing to give us this scrap! It’s you, what will you choose? In the end, you denounce us as heretics? If wanting to survive is a heresy, then the empire’s heretics should
How many are there?"
After hearing this, Creed couldn't answer for a while.
Jalan Kyle next to him took a bite of the ration bar in his hand, pointed at the man and said vaguely:
"Why don't you just stay at home and starve to death? A traitor is a traitor, making so many excuses!"
The man laughed miserably, suddenly reached out and grabbed the muzzle of the laser gun of the soldier on the side, pointed it at his head, and the soldier instinctively pulled the trigger out of nervousness.
The next second, the man fell to the ground, breathless.
Creed stood blankly in the command vehicle. He had been taught to hate all heretics since he was sensible. Especially after learning about the destruction of his family and home, he hated heretics more than anyone else.
But at this moment, he suddenly had an idea - whether the empire itself was constantly using various tragedies to create heresies.
A chill rose up from his spine, causing him to shiver in shock, and he immediately threw away those distracting thoughts.
Thoughts breed heresy!
He kept telling himself in his heart that heretics were heretics, not worthy of sympathy or thought, and he could just kill them.
But he also realized that attacking the hive city this time might not be that easy. The residents inside might already regard the empire as a life-or-death enemy.