Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 29 28. Before the Tomb
Barbarus, northern mountains, cemetery outside the old stronghold.

just now.
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The sky is always cloudy.

A poisonous fog enveloped the planet.

Rows of wooden crosses lay neatly silent in the Death Guard's cemetery.

Next to the nine newly buried wooden crosses, the coolness of the soil touches the nostrils slightly.

Hades was standing in front of a wooden crucifix, and Lysa stood beside him, sobbing softly.

Around him, at other crosses, were other people standing in mourning.

There are three groups of nine people in this delivery mission.

The first group was completely destroyed under the high saturation bombardment of the artillery, and the information was lost.

The second group, the last melee fighter, climbed back to the headquarters when his teammates died and his legs were blown off, and the information was delivered safely.

In the end, he died in the Death Guard's medical department due to an infection in his legs.

In the third group, two people died and escorted the shooter to deliver the information. The shooter was finally discovered by Hades, who was patrolling at night at the farmland farthest from the headquarters, and the information was delivered safely.

The shooter died of excessive blood loss.

So far, all the staff died and the information was delivered safely.

The low sobs of others reached Hades' ears from time to time, but Hades seemed to be alone, staring blankly at the cross in front of him.

The Death Guard believe in silent death and reincarnation, and these wooden crosses will quickly disappear under the corrosion of Barbarus' poisonous gas and acid rain.

When the dead body of the last cross disappears in this vast land, when sorrow begins to be forgotten,

This land will be recultivated, and the wheat that sustains the lives of the people of Barbarus will silently replace these unyielding crosses.

Those wheats will grow vigorously and silently until they are cut off by the scythe and complete their silent life.

Just like the Barbarians.

In Barbarus, death is common.

Death is not worth the grief.

It is just the daily life of the people of Barbarus.

Every Barbarian knows this in his heart.
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A pair of elderly parents came and stopped in front of a cross. The mother wept and the father smiled. They did not regret that their children had sacrificed for righteousness.

Even if they are standing here at this moment, standing in front of their son's tombstone, their hearts are buried in pain.
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A still young boy stood beside another cross, holding a simple scythe issued by the death guard in his hand, and swore in a low voice.

He vowed to avenge his brother, and he was about to enter the War Department of the Death Guard.

The spark of vengeance burned in the boy's dim eyes.
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A tall warrior stood silently before a cross.

Speechless.
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An exhausted woman hugged her two children beside her, crying with restraint.

A home still needs support, she can't fall down.

Your father fought for a future free of oppression for you.

Children, remember, remember all this.
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A young girl burst into tears, cursing the alien, and cursing her lover who was going to the front line.

"Why did you abandon me?!"

"We agreed to go together?! In three days, my order to apply for the front line was transferred down. Why did you escape first?!"

She yelled, put her hands over her head in desperation, and knelt, her tangled hair blowing from between her fingers.
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There are also several tombs where there are no survivors.

He who lies here is already the last of a family.
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Dull footsteps sounded, even on the soft black soil, the footsteps were clearly audible.

"My condolences, everyone."

The tall figure of the Primarch appeared in people's sight.

Mortarion was wearing a gray half-length cloak, and under the cloak was the usual simple combat uniform, without any decorations, and was covered in plain colors.

He was followed by Calastephon, and the other two Death Guard guards.

Every time there was a Death Guard sacrifice, Mortarion always found time to comfort the family.

If he was too busy to get away, he would let his guards do it.

The people in the cemetery were all attracted by this tall and serious primarch. The aura of the primarch itself added a bit of seriousness to the original sad scene.

The charm of the Primarch is indescribable, and the people on the tomb spontaneously walked to Mortarion, waiting for comfort with a heavy heart.

They need to be told that it all makes sense.

All this is worth it.

"The warriors have accomplished their mission valiantly."

"Even in the face of the alien's cunning sneak attack, they remained calm and completed their mission as much as possible."

"For this, I offer my deepest condolences and respect to the soldiers who lie here."

Mortarion closed his eyes, faced the group of tombstones standing on this vast land, put one hand on his chest, and mourned silently.

The three guards behind him also closed their eyes and saluted.

The family members of the deceased suppressed their overflowing grief and began to mourn.

A sad and ignorant child, a sad and hysterical girl, a desperate and tenacious woman, an angry and strong boy, an indifferent but dedicated soldier, a sad and self-aware couple.

O Barbarians, be silent.

As a small member of this vast and boundless universe, as a point in this grand and romantic story,
Insignificant as an ant, humble as mud.

You lower your heads that have worked hard all day long, but those who bury your heads and move forward are tenacious and unyielding fighters.

No sacrifice is too small to be despised, no effort so light as to be despised.

After all, the fighting spirit of resistance is burning in your humble but unyielding chest!
The living are silent, paying their utmost respect to the dead who are fearlessly dying.

The silence ended, and Mortarion knelt down, talking carefully to the families of the dead.

He comforts the weeping child, encourages the would-be warrior, and promises the withered woman.

The hope was small, but it was like fine ripples, layer by layer centered on Mortarion, and began to ripple outward.

Sad, but still hopeful.

Because they know that all of this is meaningful and worthwhile.

Mortarion promised them the future they wanted.

After hope, comes fighting spirit.

In order not to disappoint the deceased, in order to go to the expected tomorrow together.

Hades stood there, silently in a daze.

Herrera's struggling figure before her death still echoed before his eyes.

There is no unwillingness as imagined, only the tenacity of being a soldier in order to complete the task.

Hades knew Herrera's feelings for him.

He clearly knew it.
But the girl's gratitude to the savior did not evolve into a lingering relationship between her children, but instead became the motivation to support her in fighting.

"Thanks, I can have one last look at you"

"Please come on. I believe Hades can lead everyone to liberate this land."

The warriors of Barbarus believed so much in the future.

Herrera is an inconspicuous microcosm among thousands of them.

She has her own personal affair, but she is still not afraid of sacrifice for the liberation of this land.

Hades' mouth was bitter.

Alien must be eradicated and oppression must be overturned.

With the release of the strategic map, the full-scale preparations for the Death Guard are about to begin.

The decisive battle with the alien lord Nacre is approaching.

time is limited.
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Herrera's last words echoed in my ears
Herrera.
But the world is always so cold and ruthless
The dead are dead, and the living take over the deceased's wish for the future and continue to struggle to walk in the world.

Hate, anger, and desire to change the future are mixed together.

time is limited.
Hades knew that it was time for him to make final preparations.

　I have changed the text to the limit, I still don’t have enough writing skills, the author hereby apologizes (;Д｀)
　　In fact, the interaction between Herrera and Hades originally had 9k words, but under the suggestions of readers, I urgently revised the original manuscript, deleted 5k words, and completely changed the outline of this part.

　　It was suggested by readers, and the author realized that this is a big poisonous point (;Д｀)
　　Get up in the middle of the night and change the text to the limit (_)
　　The following 1-word manuscript is all scrapped (;Д｀)
　　Comments are also welcome.

　　I wish you a happy reading.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)