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Chapter 257 The Valedo Incident (2)

At first, some people were murdered, but more people were kidnapped and then disappeared. Most of them were people who had nothing to do with religion. They disappeared quietly into the night, leaving no traces and no evidence that they

Where they were held and who kidnapped them.

Then, the local Archbishop invited all Astra Militarum officers to attend the ceremony, but did not show any sign of the transport fleet in orbit.

Yarek was one of the first people to sense that something was wrong. He urgently recalled all his soldiers and quickly built a defense line.

Facts have proved that what he did saved the entire 4337th Regiment.

On the same day as the celebration, they lost contact with the orbital transport fleet, and angry mobs began attacking nearby Imperial institutions and offices.

The rioting crowd even quickly overwhelmed the legal department that was staying in the local area, dragging the legal officers inside to the streets, slashing them into pieces with knives and axes.

All those who were dragged away were mutilated without exception.

Then the mob lit the imperial eagle and threw everything related to the empire into the fire and burned it.

Several soldiers of the 4337th regiment who went to watch the ceremony managed to escape the fate of being murdered and kidnapped and fled back to their base.

Later, these survivors told their stories.

They mentioned that everyone suddenly burst into crazy killings, full of suddenness and drama.

A kind of primitive barbaric behavior suddenly descended on those pilgrims without any warning.

One minute, people are normal and pious, and the next, shocking and horrific violence breaks out.

At first, Alex thought this kind of violence was crazy or out of control.

But according to survivors, the opposite is true, and the believers' attitude toward the killings is horrifying.

They were so well organized that it seemed like every one of the thousands of insurgents knew their role in the insurrection and the timing of their mission.

This is the scariest thing, people are as perfect and accurate as machines.

There is no evidence that these rioters and all their accomplices had any communication or contact between them, but their actions were coordinated perfectly.

Even if some parts of their plan failed, the remaining members were able to quickly adapt to the new changes and circumstances without communicating with other insurgents.

This is still an unsolved mystery, but it is no longer the most pressing problem facing the Astra Militarum on the ground.

From the outbreak of the rebellion to now, they have fought against the enemy dozens of times. Although they have repelled the enemy's attacks every time, their positions have been continuously compressed.

What's more serious is that their regiments were completely divided and unable to support each other. One of the regiments suffered the most serious damage in the early stages of the rebellion - the commander of that regiment did not listen to Yerike's advice and went to participate in the celebration, and many soldiers also

Screamed.

Afterwards, less than half of the remaining soldiers were surprised to find that their former comrades were attacking them.

Based on the last radio communication, Yarick judged that they had been completely wiped out five hours ago.

This is the abomination of these cultists. When you fight them, you are also fighting against the people of the entire planet, priests and workers, rich and poor, ambitious and noble... even

And former comrades-in-arms.

Everyone is a potential enemy.

But for the soldiers who served with him, they didn't need to know that much.

After all, tragic truths often turn into fear, making it difficult for them to pull the trigger.

Regardless of the reason, a soldier who abandons the fight will surely find himself facing the black hole of his gun and receive punishment.

That's right, punishment.

Yarrick was born to make this kind of decision, to be the hammer that judges those who violate military discipline.

He knows what it means to pull the trigger on his comrades and what that duty makes him, but he knows that his actions are not driven by anger or hatred, which would undermine the legitimacy of his actions and make them inconsistent with

There is no difference between crime and crime.

Because it is his duty to destroy weakness.

"fool……"

Miller muttered and walked forward, knelt down and took off the ID tag hanging around Javier's neck.

His identity card will not be sent back to his hometown together with the soldiers who died gloriously in battle, but will be destroyed after the war. Javier's name will disappear in the fire along with his identity card. In the passage of time,

Forgotten by everyone in the long river.

Except for him, Alex.

He never forgets his fallen comrades, and this has nothing to do with honor or not.

"political commissar."

It was Lieutenant Miller's voice, rough and weathered, just like the others.

The company commander was tall like most Astra Militarum, with three deep scars carved on the left side of his face from his hairline to his cheek.

The warriors all said that he was lucky because he miraculously managed to save his eyes during the fierce battle on Ferron. They all said that he must have been favored by the Emperor, or that he must have been blessed by fate.

But Alex doesn't believe in luck. He believes Miller survived because he, like everyone else, fought for every breath.

"The front end of the station has actually collapsed."

Miller put Javier's ID tag into his pocket, and the blood-stained ID tag made a crisp metallic collision sound with the others' in his pocket.

"Depending on the intensity of the enemy's attack, we may not have more strength to continue defending here."

Alex approached Miller and lowered his head to look at the dusty screen of the auspicious device in his hand. The temporarily organized counterattack force entered the station about ten minutes ago. At that time, there were more than a hundred people inside the station.

Soldiers defended it, and now there are less than thirty people left.

A large number of areas have been occupied by the enemy, and they are constantly attacking other areas.

"But we must hold this place."

One of the reasons why Yarick values ​​the station so much is that there is a large signal transmitter here. Although the connection with the orbit is still interrupted, as long as the transmitter is still working, it is possible for them to regain contact with the station.

Fleet liaison.

At that time, they had hope of survival.

Once the signal transmitter is lost, only a slow and painful death awaits them.

There are enemies on all sides, and there is no possibility of them breaking through.

"Only by guarding this place can we have hope."

Realizing that the political commissar was right, Miller nodded.

"Another point is that the scouts sent earlier noticed a large object approaching in the distance. I guess these guys may be preparing to use some heavy equipment."

"That's why we must retake the station immediately and consolidate the defenses before the enemy sends something 'closer' against us, otherwise all the sacrifices we have made so far will be meaningless."

"I understand, Commissar."

Miller glanced at his squad.

"We will not lose."


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