"Soldiers, what a glorious day this is. I fight alongside you in the name of the Emperor and the Imperium of Mankind."
Not only was there no confusion in Alex's mind at this moment, but he was unprecedentedly calm and clear-headed. Everything he had learned at Zhongji Academy in the past appeared in his mind.
He knew what the soldiers wanted to hear.
"Today, we are about to face a great battle. This is a very critical battle. If we fail to make up our minds and have the firm will required to carry out this great task, we will have pronounced the fate of billions of our compatriots.
, what awaits us will be a cursed life of darkness and endless
The torture of Luo Zhicheng's future! On the way to battle, never stop triggering. Even if you let the enemy go, it will only prolong such a miserable moment of life in the eyes of the Emperor, but his soul will never be forgiven! Tolerating heresy, we
You will be no different from an evil spirit."
He paused for a moment, as if concentrating on the evil in his speech.
Coincidentally, the pause at this moment also gave the audience time to chew on what he had just said. There was something about the strong belief that Yarick exuded that allowed the soldier to eliminate distracting thoughts and focus his thoughts on the target.
Then, suddenly, the atmosphere of the speech changed.
Alex switched from a priest giving a sermon to an officer assigning tasks to his subordinates, telling them what they should know.
"It is true that the road ahead is full of thorns, and the danger of this battle is like walking through a sea of lava and a poisonous swamp... I have been to Tallan, where the sandstorm is so strong that it can chop people into skeletons in a matter of seconds.
But even this danger is nothing compared to what we are about to encounter
.”
Strange as it was, these supposedly disturbing statements were made to look like challenges that a man would be lucky enough to overcome.
"We made a fortune."
He paused, then laughed, as if he expected the entire army to agree with his joke, but in fact only a few did.
Then his words became cruel again.
"You are not fooled, we have made a lot of money, and soon we will be able to eliminate tens of thousands of rebels and heretics, but they will be unable to do anything to us. More importantly, the signal we sent earlier has received a response
, you will never imagine who will come."
His words successfully aroused the interest of the soldiers, and everyone seemed to see hope in despair.
"An Adeptus Astartes is coming! As long as we hold on, we can restore the glory of the Emperor to hundreds of millions of lost souls!"
Eric, you are such a damn liar.
This was what he was saying to himself through gritted teeth at this moment.
In fact, he had never received a single signal that the Adeptus Astartes was coming, nor any other signals, and they had been isolated from the beginning.
But he had to do it, the soldiers needed a hope.
He paused again to let the soldiers digest what he had just said. Many people seemed very excited, and there were even cheers and shouts on the defense line.
The low morale finally began to be lifted.
His goal can be considered achieved.
"So, today, we will fight to our heart's content and kill ruthlessly, for the emperor!"
The soldiers responded with a uniform roar.
"For the Emperor!!"
At this moment, countless pairs of feet began to step through the sea of fire - the enemy launched an attack on the temporarily fortified ancient castle.
It was difficult to judge the number of opponents in this poor visibility, but Yarick estimated that there were at least 50,000 people in the direction of the main entrance, and even more in other directions.
The main components of these heresies are armed civilians and so-called religious figures.
In Yarrick's eyes, they were more like a group of ignorant thugs than soldiers, which matched well with the fanatical thinking mode of the state religion.
He believes that all the disasters today stem from people's blind faith. They follow the steps of those heretical doctrines without any thought and worship the dark forces as gods.
As the state religion's priests, they should eradicate this kind of thinking and let them return from their lost ways.
Obviously, this is not the case.
For some reason, people all encountered a crisis of faith, stood at the crossroads of epistemology, and abandoned the emperor they worshiped in the past.
Alex couldn't help but wonder, what was this for?
What can replace the concept of emperor?
There were many questions that troubled Alex.
What kind of power or concept could subvert the emperor's supreme status in the hearts of the priests?
What else do they intend besides vicious subversive activities?
If they defeat the last armed force of the empire here, what will be their next plan?
How many enemies are there in that thick fog?
But soon, these were no longer problems.
The enemy leader drove a large group of believers to rush forward. The heretics with tattoos on their bodies chanted endlessly, and drums could be heard in the crowd.
There is no doubt that the enemy commander also intends to use those believers as cannon fodder to fill the trenches and gates.
The artillery has been pouring artillery fire on the enemy lines for twenty minutes. They have caused considerable casualties. The ground outside the trench is densely covered with craters and corpses. Lookouts on the walls guide the artillery to bombard the densest enemy groups.
The ballistic trajectory was constantly adjusted, and the shells fell into the enemy's lines, raising flames and debris, and throwing broken bodies into the air.
But they still kept going.
"Infantry company ready!"
Yaric issued instructions to the warriors guarding the gates and walls. His intention was to use light weapons to resist these attacks as much as possible, because he needed to save heavy weapons for more threatening targets.
The soldiers of the Imperial Army became confident again after the previous encouragement. Most of them aimed their laser guns at the enemy in the distance, and a few even unsheathed their swords, waiting for the opponent to arrive at the gate.
Some of the cultists have already walked through the sea of fire, and they continue to flock to the bridge leading to the gate.
"Fire!"
When the scream of the laser gun sounded, the bridge was suddenly filled with corpses, and more figures fell directly into the ditch.
At the same time, rockets screamed and leaped towards the high wall, and enemy artillery also tried to fight back.
The protective wall is extremely important at this time. It can help the Astra Militarum offset part of the enemy's numerical advantage, so Yarrick wants to suppress the enemy's artillery positions first, but he is worried about the issue of ammunition.
After leaving the command post, he found the temporary artillery commander Aruka near the old stable of the castle.
"Do you still have enough ammunition?"
The top frontline commander asked nervously.
"Uh... Strictly speaking, it's a bit difficult to deal with. The basilisks only have an average of two bases left. The mortars are a little better, but they don't exceed five bases. There aren't many rockets left. I'm trying to think of a way to make those Hydras
Come in handy."
Mortars roared behind them, and Yarick heard more rockets roaring toward the wall.
"Can your people locate the source of those rockets? We have to get rid of those guys before they blow down the wall."
Aluka nodded.
"I wonder how they deployed their artillery so quickly?"
The artillery commander muttered after issuing instructions to the soldiers under his command.
"Predict our retreat route in advance? Eavesdrop on our communications?"