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

Someone has to stop them from going too far...

Charad pinched the whistle and was about to pick it up and blow it. This was his duty. Even if he was shot by Krieg soldiers, he had to fulfill his duty in this way so that he would not feel ashamed in front of the throne. .

He felt his hand on the whistle being pressed, and he heard the sound of a pistol being drawn from its holster.

Looking back, he saw Colonel Mueller standing next to him, staring at him. The colonel's emotions could not be seen at all under the eyepiece.

So the gun was taken out by several other soldiers? Who is the one? 0-11- or 0-11-?

Ah, I can't tell them apart. Their behaviors are so similar that perhaps no one except real Kriegs can tell the subtle differences between them.

Commissar Charade closed his eyes, "Are you going to shoot a commissar who is loyal to the empire? This is an act of treason."

Colonel Mueller did not answer, but turned his head and looked at the bloody battlefield with the telescope in his hand.

Charad was a little anxious. He was trying to convince the wooden heads in front of him who wanted to die, trying to make the guy in front of him who had risen from the bottom all the way to the colonel understand that continuing to join the army was just a waste of life.

"Listen, Colonel, this is not a dishonorable retreat. This is the most reasonable decision made to retain more counterattack force. That battlefield can no longer be easily captured. We need to..."

"we do not need."

Colonel Mueller spoke. He put down his telescope and turned to look at Chalad, "We only need to attack, a continuous attack, that's enough."

"You are a waste of life! You are irresponsible to the soldiers! They could have done more!"

"There is no such thing as waste in the Krieg Corps. Everything we do has value."

"Let so many people die? Are you unwilling to retreat?"

Colonel Mueller took a few steps closer, pinched the political commissar's face and pointed to a location, "Do you see where? Position 0-9901."

Chalard looked at the position that Muller pointed to him. There was a strong compound bunker composed of heavy artillery and heavy felling machine guns. Nearly a thousand corpses had fallen under the bunker, but more soldiers were charging up.

"Half an hour ago, the compound bunker had 45 heavy firepower and 6 heavy artillery pieces that were still firing. But now? Only 12 machine guns and 2 artillery pieces are still firing. Are the remaining firing units destroyed? , that is, the supply of ammunition has been completely cut off."

"If, as you said, we choose to retreat and stick to the first line of captured bunkers, then these expenditures will become completely meaningless."

Chalard looked at Mueller. He wanted to say something, but Mueller waved his hand to keep him quiet.

"The victory of this planet may not be witnessed by us, and the cause of the great God-Emperor may not be realized in our generation. Our road to redemption is long and endless, and every breath is proof of our status as sinners."

"I heard people from the National Church say something like this, life is the emperor's currency, and we must make good use of it. But there is no doubt that our lives are cheaper than other people's."

"Every impact we make consumes the enemy's physical strength in waves, every dodge we make consumes the enemy's ammunition, and every time we hold on, we torture the enemy's spirit. We are happy to be loyal to this, and we also Be willing to sacrifice for it.”

"We believe that one day, our insignificant sacrifices will pile up into mountains, and those consumed bullets and tortured wills will become a piece of ceramic steel for the final victory..."

As if to verify Colonel Mueller's statement, the compound fortress also exploded. The Kriegs' all-out charge regardless of casualties finally made the fortress unsustainable. Many soldiers rushed into it, swept away all the traitors, and Blast it to rubble.

Political Commissar Charade's face was a little dazed under the gas mask. This colonel who had no regard for life should not have said so many words to him. They should have killed him silently and continued the silent charge.

This time they had more interactions than they had in the past three years. And it sounded like a strange farewell, and he thought again of what the old political commissar had said to him.

Those children, locked behind masks and coats, are alive.

Chalard felt it was hard to breathe. He looked at Colonel Mueller and wanted to say something. Then he was hit hard on the back of the head by the butt of the gun and passed out.

Colonel Muller supported Commissar Charad's body and assigned a soldier to send the political commissar to Colonel Hans' regiment.

"Regiment losses."

"Almost completely wiped out. Only 6 squads of combat units that can be contacted are left. The current mortality rate is 96%."

"Good, a good atonement."

Colonel Mueller nodded, drew his saber, and walked out of the temporary command post with his laser gun.

"I remember you gave yourself a name, Marton, right?"

"Yes, Colonel Mueller."

"What a good name. Is your name Jontes?"

"Yes, Colonel Mueller."

Colonel Mueller carefully recalled the names of the soldiers around him instead of calling them by codes. They didn't even take off their gas masks, and Colonel Mueller could tell exactly who they were.

"By the way, flag bearer, have you chosen a name? I remember you still use numbers."

The flag bearer who was called stood up straight and saluted, answering Colonel Mueller's question, "I haven't thought about it yet, sir."

"Then think about it quickly."

Without saying much, Colonel Mueller and his men were getting closer and closer to the fierce battlefield.

They fell into silence, but after a while, as if there was still something unfinished, a soldier said with emotion, "Commissar Chalad is actually not bad."

"He is indeed good." Colonel Mueller nodded affirmatively. He recognized Chalad's ability. When he was still an ordinary soldier, it was Chalad who served as the political commissar.

After three years of war, he successfully survived and became the colonel of the regiment. He also had a name to distinguish between officers and soldiers.

Although he became a colonel, he still liked to eat with ordinary soldiers and grenadiers instead of eating better food in the officers' mess.

After all, he is also a survivor who has risen from that position, a Krieg who has not yet redeemed himself. Eating with the newly recruited soldiers reminds him of his former comrades.

"Charad is not bad, so the value of his life is higher than ours, and there is no need to accompany us to atone for our sins."

"Yes, Colonel Mueller."

The soldiers were ready for battle. They clenched their guns and followed Colonel Mueller, who drew his saber and charged.

Far behind them, a military flag representing their regiment was placed on the blood-soaked ground and fluttered in the wind.

The rumbling sound of running and gunfire came, it was the third wave of assault troops advancing.

As Colonel Muller said, they will use their own insignificant value to win the final victory bit by bit, even if they can't see it.

Another manifestation of the Four Gods