Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Hasen was unlucky.

He had just evacuated from the bloody battle on the orbital defense line, and was sent to the ground before he could rest.

All the members of the original Storm Guard were killed in the battle, leaving only him. It happened that the transport boat he was riding on had a malfunction and forced to land, and lost contact with the old unit.

So he, a Storm Trooper, was reorganized on the spot by the Military Affairs Department and thrown into an equally patchwork Star Legion.

"Emperor's Blessing, what is this? Why not..."

Hasen looked at the crooked melons and cracked dates around him and grinned obscurely. Several thin young men who were even doubtful of adulthood also felt some malice and grinned at him ingratiatingly with their guns.

"Fuck the Military Affairs Department!"

Hasen shook his hands in frustration and simply didn't look at these annoying guys.

Equipment, no...

A few small-caliber volley guns from the grandfather's generation were the only weapons of this group of people. I don't know how the military uniforms were put together. Anyway, the span of time and military branches was so large that Hassen was too lazy to identify them.

Training, let alone... But looking at the malnourished bodies of these people, I'm afraid they haven't even eaten a full meal of corpse starch.

How long can they last in this fight? I'm afraid they will be scattered after just one charge, right?

What's more important is courage!

Hasen stomped his feet heavily and wanted to turn back, but he didn't expect that the young man at his feet suddenly trembled and dropped his gun on the ground...

So Hasen's words to boost morale were choked in his mouth, and he could only stare at the group of people with his eyes wide open;

The former became more and more angry, and the latter became more and more afraid. In the end, Hasen couldn't bear it, so he had to turn his head and wave his hand, signaling them to follow...

"Your Majesty, can I be more unlucky?"

As Hasen walked towards the company headquarters, he thought about taking this group of people to the battlefield.

He was even a little unsure whether he would die first at the hands of the enemy or on the stray bullets of these recruits if there was a battle.

But the emperor did not respond to him, and fate played a bad joke on him first.

He took on a difficult task - to move a troublesome person to a safe place.

"Can't you change someone? I'd rather die here..."

He looked at the unconscious woman in front of him in frustration and asked his captain.

A woman, a psychic.

Hasen didn't need to think too much to know that this was a real big trouble.

Basic common sense of the Star Corps - Psychics are almost synonymous with "death" on the battlefield;

But Hasen knew better than others: once you get involved with them, in a sense, dying happily is a kind of luck.

But unfortunately the captain also thought so - the entire corps was a temporary patchwork, and its combat effectiveness was questionable.

He had to leave his own troops to ensure the strength of the front.

And among the subsequent supplementary troops, only Hasen's information was complete, and it was from the Stormtroopers.

Then the captain had no choice but to let him complete this task.

"I said..." Hasen wanted to argue, but the captain was ready to refute. But the next second, a super long-range bolt came whizzing in, and under Hassan's own eyes, it pierced the captain's head...

So Hassan stood there in a daze, while the political commissar on the other side found out that the captain had died and was running from the trench with his guards.

"..." Hassan looked at the political commissar, who only took a glance at the woman on the ground and understood Hassan's mission.

He slowed down his pace slightly, and knocked on the former's shoulder with the handle of his pistol when he passed by Hassan:

"Follow the order, soldier, for your honor, and for the emperor!"

"..."

"Let's go."

The deputy Jerry bumped Hassan's shoulder before the political commissar turned his face. The latter was waving a pistol to maintain the front line and obviously had no time to take care of them.

The depth of the front position had been broken, and the explosion of the death claws landing continued to fall from the sky.

The logging gun on the high point had just opened fire, but was accurately shot down after a few bursts of fire. In addition to the orders of the political commissar, there was only the shouting of the crowd who were forced into a desperate situation.

Hassen didn't even need to look back to imagine how the trolls who came out of the airdrop cabin were killing wantonly and spreading fear among the crowd.

The entire position had lost its tactical order at this point, and even from Hassen's tactical quality, this company no longer needed to be marked on the list of effective units.

Needless to say, Hassen had to carry the woman and walk behind the defense line, and the squad of soldiers behind him seemed to have found the backbone, spontaneously gathering around Hassen and walking back.

"Where to go?" Jerry asked a soul-searching question, leaving Hassen without an answer for a while.

The bullets behind him hit his feet from time to time, and everyone knew that the defense line would be broken before his eyes.

Once the woman on his shoulder fell into the hands of the devil, it would be another ticket to hell on earth.

"A safe place..." Hassan lowered his head to think, and continued the nonsense literature in Pesma's inheritance.

Jerry rolled his eyes - at this moment, who knows where is safe!

At the moment when the entire war zone is in chaos, a psychic is simply a synonym for a star of misfortune.

That is to say, except for him who came from the Ministry of Law, the rest of the team are temporary militia.

Otherwise, if these soldiers knew what Hassan was carrying now, it would be uncertain whether the team could be maintained.

"Then go to the logistics company first, at least solve the problem of the leg." Jerry obviously saw Hassan's hesitation and simply made his own decision.

However, just as the team turned around, a series of death claws whistled over their heads and hit the open space hundreds of meters in front of Hasen!

Explosion! Flame! And the whispers hidden in the roar!

"Don't look!" Hasen made a prompt decision and kicked Jerry, who was about to observe through the eyepiece.

His empty hand instinctively took out a pistol from his waist, and with a few rapid bursts, he knocked down the soldiers who were covered in dark green flames and wailing as they rushed towards them!

"Go!" Hasen shouted, then replaced the magazine with one hand and reset the bolt, leading the way to break through in another direction.

Can't look! Even more can't listen!

Even if the whispers penetrated the whistling of bullets and drilled into Hasen's brain like a life! He silently recited the name of the emperor and used the power that grew from the bottom of his heart to resist!

At this moment, the Emperor was not just a strange name to him, but was embodied by Hassan, becoming a wall blocking his soul!

The dimension of time was stretched at this moment, and chanting and mumbling became everything in his senses!

When his sense of touch and hearing returned again, he had walked a long way without realizing it.

But he did not hear the footsteps behind him.

As if sensing something, Hassan's body stagnated and he slowly turned his head:

In the distance, those heavily armored demons had obviously discovered something, and were roaring and walking towards Hassan; while nearby, Jerry stood quietly in place with his head lowered.

When Hassan subconsciously took out his pistol, he was responded by Jerry's hideous face after he raised his head, and other soldiers shook their bodies that did not look like living people...

"Emperor... Bless..."

Hassan almost groaned these words, and then closed his eyes cruelly...

Bang! ——