Hammer 40k: Far East Storm

"But no matter what, Cloverleaf can't all die. Someone has to get out alive. The sentinel's family still has a young boy and a beautiful young mother. Of course, she will soon become a beautiful young widow. These benefits can't be given to outsiders for nothing. We need someone to survive to take care of them and see if the orphans and widows of our Cloverleaf are doing well and whether they will be bullied by others. Someone has to contact other brothers and tell them and the Empire my final retreat order. Those people are not deserters. They retreated in accordance with my orders. We want the brothers who have left to leave in peace, and the brothers who survived to live in peace. Cloverleaf is finished. We have done a lot for the Empire. Now we should think about ourselves, otherwise even if I die..." Carraway took a deep breath and sighed, "It will be difficult to get peace."

The room was quiet for a while, but the breathing of everyone became obviously heavier.

The warriors who can survive until now and still stand in the place of Callaway Yang either have extremely strong wills or have very good skills. In short, those who can stand here alive are not fools, and they naturally understand what Callaway said.

The general is talking about the hope of survival.

Of course, it is not just a simple survival, but also a responsibility that must be undertaken. This responsibility is not easy, and it is responsible for taking care of the orphans and widows of the entire Cloverleaf Legion.

But as long as you can survive, there will always be a way.

Who doesn't want to live, no matter how difficult it is to live, even if the physical fatigue has already exceeded the limit, even if you know that you only need to stop and rest, the Eldar will help you get rid of it and stay away from all the pain. But they still insist on fighting, and insist on fighting in desperate situations. Isn't it that they have never given up that glimmer of hope? Even the smallest glimmer of hope is their spiritual pillar in this desperate moment.

Yes, even if the entire universe attacks from all sides, even if the blade of the Eldar has pierced their chests, the hope of the warriors has never been cut off, because there is still the God Emperor, the sacred emperor, who blesses everyone in the depths of the galaxy.

Everyone wants to live, no one wants to die. At this time, you only need to say a word or raise your hand to get the chance to live.

But in this environment, no one spoke.

"I won't run away like this. So many people died. I can't just run away as if nothing happened and live peacefully."

"Live, hey, hey, why do you look at me like that? Don't worry, I'm not a coward. I can't do such shameless things as asking the general to cover my retreat."

"Things like taking care of the family should still be done by you, general. We are just soldiers. What else can we do after leaving the battlefield?"

"No," Carraway waved his hand and denied, "Even if I survive, I will be judged by the military court. I will bear the responsibility for the annihilation of Clover Leaf, as well as some other irrelevant responsibilities related to us. My legion was completely destroyed, but I escaped alive?" Carraway Yang's mouth corners slightly raised, and he sneered and said, "Think about it, you know that the Defense Forces Division What will those old guys in the headquarters do to me? They are very educated if they didn't shoot me on the spot. So I can't leave. My best destination is to die on this battlefield. But you still have a chance. Don't you really want to live? "

The room continued to be silent, and everyone's heart was beating violently. After a while, it was still Carraway who broke the heart-pounding silence. He sighed and said, "Okay, let's draw lots. The one who walks to leave must leave immediately and must live." As he said this, he took out a notebook from his jacket pocket, tore off a blank page from it, and then tore the pages into pieces equal to the number of people. He turned his back, took out a Hammer brand pen, and began to write something on the pieces. After a while, Carraway's hands were full of crumpled small pieces of paper.

"Choose one at random. At this time, the Holy Emperor should decide who should live and take responsibility, and who should gloriously face the Eldar attack!"

"This is indeed the best idea," the adjutant walked over from the window and stretched out his hand first, "Let the Emperor decide everything."

"Wait..." Caravi stretched out his hand to stop the adjutant, "You can't."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because you are my adjutant. If I were to die, and you survived alone, it would make me feel a little uncomfortable."

The soldiers looked at the adjutant with sympathy, and the adjutant returned to the window with a stinky face.

"Others, please continue, we don't have much time."

Soon, the drawing of lots was over. Some people prepared to evacuate, and some began to prepare for battle, using their lives to resist the Eldar, leaving the hope of survival to their brothers. There was no farewell or ceremony. Everyone just quickly prepared for everything, but it was not fast enough for the people in the room.

The adjutant who was standing guard at the window raised the alarm: "They are coming! Eldar!"

The adjutant didn't need to say much, everyone in the room knew clearly that the Eldar were coming, and they also knew who the pursuers were this time.

When the enemy approached the line, their terrifying screams were heard from afar. The sound was soul-stirring, just like the feeling of a cool breeze blowing through the body on a rainy night, and the cold almost penetrated into the bone marrow.

This time, the pursuit was carried out by a group of arrogant screaming banshees. Caravi had heard the legend of banshees. In the myths and legends of the Eldar, banshees are messengers of sorrow and death. Her cries foreshadow bad luck and even separate the soul from the soul stone. And for this group of sad fugitives now, this is really an accurate description. Aren’t these banshees who appear with undisguised screams bringing bad luck and death?

"Okay, it's time to say goodbye. The four people who are drawn to leave will leave through the back door. Be quick. The rest of the brothers, pick up your weapons. We have an exciting battle to participate in."

The warriors stood up with a wry smile. If they were to make a list of the Eldar warriors they were unwilling to face, the screaming banshees would definitely be among the first three.

When the warriors walked out of the hut, they saw four charming female Eldar warriors walking out of the bushes not far away. These Eldar people were wearing close-fitting armor. These armors looked thin, soft, and lacked thickness, but in fact they were made of complex psychic plates, which would harden when they encountered bullet shooting and slashing. In short, these Eldar women who seemed to come to the battlefield in tights were not weak guys, and their strength was as terrifying as their masks.

These banshees still only held cold weapons in their hands. The armor of the leading Screaming Banshee was particularly gorgeous. She held a huge and gorgeous machete in both hands.

If Li was here, he would probably shout "Qinglong Yanyuedao" in his heart. Although there was a slight difference in appearance, this machete with a long handle was really similar to the machete used by Master Guan.

"Brothers, let these Eldar women see what human men are like!" Carraway waved his hand, and the warriors around him scattered while laughing wildly, and started shooting at the Eldar with their weapons. The firepower poured out instantly, but few hit the target.

The Eldar people have better physical fitness than humans. Their reaction speed and athletic ability far exceed that of humans. Their swift movements are so fast that ordinary people can't keep up with their eyes, especially these Eldar warriors who are on the road to war. Ordinary shooting and firepower can't threaten them at all. These banshees rolled and jumped, moving as fast as dancing, and dodged most of the shooting in the blink of an eye. Even if they were occasionally hit, it would only make them stagnate slightly. The psychic armor on their bodies can resist this kind of individual weapon.

But the soldiers didn't care. They still laughed wildly and attacked, and dispersed at the same time, "Hahaha! Come on, come on, damn Eldar! Come and taste Grandpa's big gun!"

After a while, a soldier was approached by the banshee. The soldier shot frantically, but still couldn't touch the banshee's body. The banshee's ghostly figure allowed her to approach the soldier almost without any hindrance. With just a somersault, she disappeared in front of the soldier like a magic trick and quietly landed behind the soldier.

This is a trick that the banshee likes. This set of practices can make the enemy feel the unstoppable approach of death. Death suddenly disappeared in front of them, and then a series of twists and turns suddenly appeared behind them.

Of course, the banshee's favorite last step, she held the executioner's long knife with both hands without any hindrance, and stabbed the knife into the enemy's heart.

But the piercing laughter still did not stop. The soldier was stabbed through the heart, but he still laughed miserably and took two steps back, letting the cold blade slide through his body, getting closer to the Eldar. Then he shouted, "Long live the Holy Emperor, long live the Empire!" and pressed the remote control.

The explosives tied to the soldier exploded, and the whole Banshee was blown away by such a sudden explosion. It was so sudden and violent at such a close distance that even the psychic armor could not save her.

With this explosion, the soldiers stopped shooting. They threw down their guns, pulled out their daggers, opened their clothes, and revealed the explosives around their waists. These soldiers carrying explosives held daggers and ran towards the Banshees with wild laughter.