Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

"Do you want to kill them?" Dover gestured with his hands, waiting for the veteran's order.

"No need, keep going."

The two left the two poor orcs obsessed with knocking armor plates from cement blocks and continued to move forward towards the instructions on the communicator.

"It's...tragic." Dover looked at the huge architectural tomb in front of him, which was made of the collapsed towers of various hives. There was no sign of any living people inside.

The dark holes supported by the ruins of buildings are so small that only thin children can quickly enter and exit dexterously, while for those soldiers of adult size, it takes a little skill and strength to squeeze in. .

"Fortunately, the hole is not too small." He straightened his dirty military uniform and touched the mask that he had not taken off for a long time. There was no sign of rupture.

He didn't want to pick up a dead body again. Having that experience once was enough.

The light here is dim, with only a little bit of sunlight coming from the overlapping ruins illuminating everything around.

After marching for half an hour and crawling through several pipelines, Dover and the veteran saw the last fortress with contact shown on the communicator.

As if detecting the presence of someone, the Wolf Spider turret on the fortress immediately aimed its infrared rays at the two men. After a brief identification, the turret turned to another direction.

call!

He breathed out a sigh of relief. It seemed that the machine soul of the turret was still awake and did not have the bad temper of being unclear about the enemy and ourselves.

"That part of you!"

"Hades Hive Temporary Combat Regiment 114, stationed at No. 514 Cross Street Fortress, there are only two of us left." The veteran spoke. To be honest, Dover had almost forgotten what this silent commander's voice sounded like. , he just felt hoarse and rough.

The armored gate of the fortress opened. This gate controlled by a mechanical structure was much better than the gate of the fortress where Dover and the others were stationed. Although the gate later turned into a welded iron block, everyone could only use heavy weapons. Shooting port crawls out, crawls in.

Although it is a bit inconvenient, it is still relatively safe to travel at night. Those orcs prefer to sleep soundly in their dens than fighting at night.

A political commissar wearing a large-brimmed hat walked out of the door, followed by defense soldiers with different numbers. It seemed that this fortress had integrated many troops that had been scattered in the hive.

"For those of you who failed to stick to your posts and lived and died with the position, I should have killed you according to the political commissar manual."

The cold words he spoke made Dover a little nervous, but at the same time he felt dissatisfied. They had also fought to the death, so how could they say they did not stick to their posts.

"But considering the current stalemate of the war situation, every soldier is precious. Welcome to the last fortress, soldier."

The two entered the fortress, and they were finally able to take off the gas masks they had worn for a long time and breathe the air filtered by the air purifier.

The internal facilities of this fortress are relatively well preserved. This must be attributed to the artillery of the orcs. Those deadly cannonballs with great power but lack of accuracy flew towards the top of the fortress, and directly broke a noble spire on the upper floor. .

The collapse of the spire triggered more chain reactions, bringing several tall buildings around it to fall towards the fortress.

They thought that this was the end, that they would be buried by these huge buildings and survive under hundreds of meters of building ruins, or that the fortress would be overwhelmed and everyone would be crushed into a pulp.

But fortunately, these buildings collapsed at perfect angles and supported each other. The largest and heaviest building body formed a thick shell above the fortress.

The smaller building fragments fell down and buried other places.

The orcs thought that the shrimps were all dead, and they were too lazy to dig out this large pile of twisted metal and stone, so they simply left.

And this place has become the last stronghold of resistance in the entire hive on the surface, housing most of the nearby guerrilla hunters and other fortress remnants.

And now, it is time for them to serve the Emperor again.

After just three days of rest in the fortress, Dover received the gathering signal from the political commissar.

Thousands of soldiers from various regiments and formations were mixed together, and of course more of them were the original old forces of this last fortress.

The political commissar stood on a raised platform, making sure that he could see everyone and everyone could see him, and then spoke into the loudspeaker in his hand: "Just now we received the political commissar Yarick, that Hades News from Commissar Yarek of the Savior.”

"The Empire's support fleet has arrived in the Armageddon system. The wrath of the God-Emperor is about to come and clean up those damn green-skinned beasts!"

There were no cheers. It seemed that the political commissar's usual military discipline was very good, but Dover could feel the joy suppressed under those rigid faces.

"But, we still have a mission. The Emperor's soldiers need a landing point, a landing point that can safely send them to the planet and severely beat those disgusting beasts."

"Therefore, Political Commissar Yarick issued combat orders to all surface combat units in Hades's nest, requiring us to cooperate with friendly forces under the surface."

"We will meet Commissar Yarrick and the others on the surface! We will clean up those greenskins who insulted the Emperor's Statue Square! We will clean up those ugly anti-aircraft cannons!"

"The year-long bloody battle in the Hades Hive will end with this last attack! We will end the orc invasion once and for all! And then end their invasion of Armageddon!"

"For the Emperor! And for our hometown!"

Dover looked at the excited political commissar and remembered his peaceful life. Although his life was not too rich, it was at least better than watching the friends he knew die in front of him one by one.

Miss Nika, Uncle Gray, Aunt Irem...

What a nice person....

He could even recall in his dream the small synthetic food store where you could smell the fragrance after climbing three flights of stairs along the long road. He felt that he could still smell the puffed starch flakes that exuded a refreshing fragrance.

The mobilization was over, and everyone was chatting excitedly in twos and threes about what they were going to do after they drove out the orcs. Some people were slumped on the ground, looking heavy and wondering what they were thinking about.

Others hugged their companions. It seemed that the person wrapped in the military uniform was a female soldier, and the two developed feelings during their long war career.

Dover also wanted to find a few people to talk to, but found that he didn't know anyone except the veteran. In fact, strictly speaking, he didn't know the veteran because he didn't know his name.

As a last resort, Dover sat opposite the veteran, looking down at his feet, touching the body of his gun with his hand from time to time, closing his eyes and recalling the peaceful past.

The veteran silently took out a handful of dog tags from the soldier. The dog tags were polished and clean. The veteran touched them gently and looked through them carefully one by one.