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

The flames and firelight of the explosion drowned the rebels, and the sounds in the tunnel drifted back and forth, but the oxygen content in this place should not be high, and the flames only popped up for a while and then disappeared quickly.

No. 0 walked over and found that several large rebels were still alive. They were breathing heavily under the shock wave and fragments of the explosion.

Silently picking up the shovel on the ground, No. 0 gave them a great pleasure and cut off their heads cleanly.

"There are no enemies around here, but be careful of the third lighting unit, there is a mine."

No. 0 took a shovel and approached the grenadiers who were standing there and were shocked by his wonderful performance. He stopped at the third lighting unit and cut off a tight thin iron wire from the ground.

He looked at the grenadiers, and they looked at him.

As if thinking of something, No. 0 looked at the thick layer of fresh blood on his shovel, twisted his wrist a few times, and finally flicked it hard to the ground.

A beautiful double-headed eagle pattern was shaken out.

Grenadier 19 looked at the double-headed eagle made of blood on the ground, looked at No. 0 who was very satisfied with the result of his shovel dance, and finally looked at the engineer shovel in his hand.

"This seems... really handsome... what should I do?"

The indifferent thoughts of the Kriegs, filled with war and atonement, began to have a crack. Everyone present paid great attention to the two-headed eagle on the ground.

A few more grenadiers had already lowered their hands, tapping their fingers lightly on the handles of the engineer shovels and twisting their wrists slightly, as if imitating the movements they had just seen.

"Sir, there are no enemy troops around here. We have to go deeper to see people. Do we want to continue moving forward?"

The voice of No. 0 came, which caused Grenadier 19's consciousness to shift from throwing out a beautiful Blood Sky Eagle to the current combat mission.

"...go ahead and eliminate all the traitors."

"As ordered."

The grenadiers continued to walk deeper into the tunnel. The order they received before the assault was to advance at all costs, break through all the fortifications and positions, and hit the core of the factory on the scrap steel plain.

So there is no need to consider any way back. In Krieg's creed, there are only forward and death, without any exceptions.

The grenadiers here are walking farther and farther into the tunnel, and the battlefield outside is becoming more and more chaotic and it is difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.

Political Commissar Charad watched the situation on the battlefield silently. They could be said to have done a pretty good job of breaking through the enemy's defenses, but the death rate was even for a political commissar like him who had served in the Death Legion for 5 years. They all thought it was too expensive.

As the Assault Legion went deeper and deeper, the last few lines of defense built like plains finally showed their purpose.

The high platforms and turrets that rely on factory structures and urban structures can pour down firepower on the approaching soldiers from a high position. And they couldn't even find a decent bunker in this simple trench group.

"So...is this position between the trench group and the factory fortress structure the real battlefield? We have suffered such heavy losses before we even set foot in the factory area."

It was so sad. Political Commissar Chalad silently put down the telescope in his hand. The other regiments should have recalled these soldiers at this time, abandoned this unshielded plain, and then continued to consolidate the first line of defense they had captured. Then slowly encroach on this area.

There is no doubt about the Krieg Legion's ability to break through solid positions, and it is even difficult for other legions to break through the crossfire of the first and second lines of defense.

A large number of casualties will shake the soldiers' courage to charge, and strange enemies will shake their determination to kill the enemy. As for the artillery that fell almost in the footsteps of the infantry charge, only the Kriegs could achieve such ruthless and accurate infantry and artillery coordination.

He touched the whistle in his hand, wanting to blow it to make other Kriegs aware of the temporary disadvantages of the second assault, but he was vaguely worried about his life.

You should stop them before attacking, not after.

This was taught to him by the old political commissar who had retired. The political commissar had served in the Penal Legion, the Catachan Legion, and the Krieg Legion for a total of nearly 50 years.

It can be said that this is a legend among the political commissars he knows, and it was taught to him by the ruthless man who was named and praised by Zhongsi Academy and whose portrait was hung in the Zhongsi Corridor.

"But it is our duty... our duty as commissars... our duty as commissars of the Krieg Legion..."

Chalad recited it silently over and over again to encourage himself. He quickly recalled everything that the legendary political commissar who retired to the Cemetery World taught him.

He still remembered that day, and he remembered that he went to this old man with little interest to talk about all the depressing scenes he had seen in the Death Army. He felt that his spirit was a little unbearable.

"Haha...are you troubled by the meaning of your existence?"

"Yes, my lord, I feel that my meaning as a political commissar has disappeared."

"Okay, okay, let's talk, kid." The old political commissar pulled out two chairs and motioned for Charad, who had just joined the Death Army, to sit down.

"Thank you." Charade took a glass of hot water from the old political commissar's hand, took a sip and poured out his questions.

"We political commissars... at least what we learned in Zhongsi Academy, we are the backbone of the army, the last courage and integrity of the army. We supervise the soldiers so that they can better serve the emperor, but..."

"But here you feel like you're the soldier being supervised, right?"

Charade scratched his head in distress, but without objecting to the old political commissar's judgment, he continued to speak.

"I vaguely know that they call themselves sinners, saying that they are a legion that has sinned deeply and cannot be redeemed... But if even soldiers like them who sacrifice their lives can be called sinners, then wouldn't I? It’s the real thing…”

Charade did not continue to speak, but the old political commissar already understood what he meant.

The old political commissar stood up and patted his shoulder, "I had the same idea as you when I came in. I felt that my existence was meaningless. This is a group of soldiers who do not need supervision, and soldiers who do not need the political commissar to order them to charge."

"I have led many regiments, some of them are out-and-out scum and villains like the 1145th Punishment Regiment, and some are the disobedient thorns of the 18th Catachan Jungle Demon Regiment."

"For those legions, I need to establish prestige. I need to gain the fear and admiration of the soldiers through fierce battles and self-proof."

“But at Krieger, none of that applies.”

The old political commissar turned back and took out a stack of documents from the table. The contents above were similar to the basic skills and knowledge required by diplomats and communications officers.

I can always find some very crude pictures.