Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Countless pairs of reinforced military boots stepped on the hard concrete ground. The footsteps of those pairs shook the guns carried behind them as they ran. There were also tactical vests hanging on the chest. The magazines inserted in the vests accompanied the wearer's movements. He ran in stride, constantly colliding with the external grenades on the other side.

A whole class, more than a dozen students carrying guns and wearing tactical vests ran out of the gate under the magnificent city wall. They ran quickly along the front of the wide gathering square. The leader of the class, Silva, held up a hand. Grabbing the gun, he pressed his helmet with the other hand and ran as fast as he could.

Silva was in a bad mood because they were so damn late! We were still late in front of everyone in the hospital. The entire assembly square was already full of people. Each company stood neatly on the square with guns in hand. Behind the infantry brigade were armored vehicles and trucks that had already stopped. , the crew members sat on the chariot and looked at the few people running past the hospital.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Toulouse, hurry up! It's so embarrassing, since we are late to gather in front of the whole hospital!" Silva turned to look at Toulouse behind him. The young loader was leading the way with both hands. There were two ammunition boxes, and a laser gun slung on his back, swinging from side to side as he walked.

Toulouse was running with two ammunition boxes containing explosive fuses. He breathed in a low voice, "Stop shouting, Silva, you will only make us more embarrassed."

"I told you not to put all the equipment in the warehouse! Why don't you put it in our dormitory? You can carry it with you when you get up. Otherwise, every time there is an emergency gathering, you have to run across half of the artillery yard to get the equipment. It's reliable now! What a shame! Run! Run faster!" Silva yelled at the team members behind him and threw the laser gun back on his back. He turned around and ran to Toulouse. Beside him, he grabbed an ammunition box in his hand and pulled his arm forward.

Toulouse was carrying another ammunition box, and his free hand immediately grasped the gun belt that was constantly swinging around his chest. He worked hard to fix the laser gun that was constantly hitting his back due to the swing, and then immediately started Complaints and protests.

"I think your brain was poisoned by the food cooked by Huck in the cafeteria. Can these cannonballs be placed in the dormitory?! Do you think that when we were asleep that day, someone would bump into each other when he got up to go to the toilet?" Is it going to blow up the whole building?"

"Come on, Toulouse, now is not the time for you to quarrel with me. Everyone speed up! Hurry up! Everyone is hurrying up! For the sake of the emperor, hurry up!" Silva said and turned his head. Shouting to the team members behind him, everyone ran behind panting while carrying heavy ammunition boxes and tool boxes.

The load of these unlucky guys is more than a little heavy. Their full set of individual equipment already weighs almost 50 kilograms. With the added strength and carrying a box, the load has reached more than 100 kilograms. To be honest , their ability to carry these things up and run was considered imperial superman, but apparently, their squad leader still thought they were too slow.

Silva's anxiety is understandable. After all, they are literally running in front of the entire academy. Senior and middle-grade students from the entire academy are gathered here. Tens of thousands of people all occupy the huge gathering square. It was so full that from the podium on one side of them, it looked like a black ocean.

Silva couldn't stand the feeling of being stared at by everyone. He felt his face turning red. This was so embarrassing. He dragged the unlucky Toulouse beside him and ran all the way. The huge square arrived at their destination.

The dean standing in front of the artillery school walked anxiously. He looked at the trainees standing upright with guns in hand. Their ammunition was placed at their feet. The artillery of each team had been loaded at the rear of the assembled troops. On the tanks of the armored department, artillery pieces were pulled behind the armored body and were already ready to go.

Everyone was ready. Everyone in his academy was here, except for a group of people. The dean of the Artillery Academy looked at the watch on his wrist and walked angrily in front of the team. Soon he heard that He looked at the sound of rapid footsteps.

He watched Silva and others running over panting. Silva himself suddenly let go of his arms when he ran in front of the dean, and the unbuffered inertia directly threw Toulouse away, who had not yet stood firm. , he fell to the ground, and the box in his hand slid towards the dean.

The artillery director stepped on the ammunition box, and the sliding ammunition box immediately stopped moving and got stuck on the iron-inlaid upper of the military boots. The director looked at Silva, who was holding a laser gun loosely in front of him. , his helmet was crookedly placed on his head due to the sprint just now. Toulouse beside him stood up unsteadily, standing on the dean with weak legs, and the other team members behind them were similar.

"Report to Dean Cullen! Class 6 has assembled, please."

"That's enough Silva! Get your troops in order! Your Majesty, you look like a bunch of defeated defense force idiots!"

Dean Cullen cursed and grabbed Toulouse, who had just stood up in front of him. He grabbed his collar and pushed him into the assembled team. Then Cullen immediately grabbed Silva's collar and kicked him. They hurriedly gathered in the team, "Find your position and stand up immediately! Hurry up!"

After Cullen kicked the two squad leaders and deputy squad leader into the team, he turned to look at the remaining members standing with ammunition boxes. They looked at Cullen as if they were stunned. This made the dean so angry that he wanted to directly Killing these idiots here, he shook his arms and roared, "Is there a word on my face?! Get in line and stand up!"

The remaining team members shuddered with surprise, then pushed each other into the queue, moving chaotically through the crowd like a flock of chickens thrown into a shed.

"Stand down immediately! Silva! Control your people! Don't make a mess like a group of junior freshmen!" "Sir, please stand down!"

After sorting out his equipment and military appearance, Silva immediately began to organize his men. The chaotic team under his constant yelling and pulling quickly regained discipline. The entire team quickly integrated into the team smoothly and no longer looked like a team. A bunch of idiot pheasants running around.

Cullen looked at them helplessly holding his forehead and sighing. At this moment, a shout came from the next department next to him. That was Dean Dionik of the Infantry Academy. "Hey! Cullen! Are all your departments here?"

"They're all here! There's a lot of them!" Cullen turned his head and shouted over there. Dionik laughed and looked at the direction of Cullen's team, especially Silva, who grinned and grinned, "Come on, don't come here. , your students just ran in front of me, they were so funny when running, their equipment was swaying around, I was afraid they would hit us in the face!"

The infantrymen laughed along with their dean. Deonik laughed and looked at the annoyed Cullen, "They say that the armored troops are like locusts, the infantrymen are like ants, and the artillerymen are like dung beetles. You guys look very good." It fits this statement!”

Cullen's face turned blue, and he looked at Silva aside with an annoyed look on his face. The latter looked at the glaring dean standing here at a loss. He stood so straight that he seemed to have forgotten to even breathe.

But Silva is lucky. Maybe Cullen will punish him, but that is not now, because the chief political commissar of the Political Commissar Academy ran over from a distance. He was wearing the political commissar's high-collar windbreaker and the political commissar's waist. The bolter and chainsword attached to his red belt swayed from side to side as he ran.

The chief political commissar ran to the front of the rostrum. The heels of his military boots hit each other. He stood at attention and looked at the huge team assembled in front of him. "Dean Nasimov is here! The whole hospital is reporting!"

"All infantry academy members are here!" Deonik, who was still laughing just now, immediately stood up and shouted in the direction of the rostrum. Upon seeing this, Cullen immediately stood up and faced the direction of the rostrum.

"All the Artillery Academy are here!"

"All the Armored Forces Academy are here!"

"The Aviation Academy is here!"

"The Naval Academy has assembled!"

Along with a series of counting sounds around him, Silva finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Cullen who turned around and finally saved his life. Now he can only hope that his performance in the operation can make Dean Cullen Forgive yourself, and just when Silva was still hoping that he could be exempted from punishment, there was a sound of neatly stepping to attention around him.

Silva looked at the front of the team. After all the deans finished reporting, the chief political commissar turned around. He stood at attention and saluted the rostrum in front of him, "The political commissar college is here! The whole college is assembled. Please invite Nassimov Dean’s speech! Political Commissar Joseph!”

The political commissar, all the deans, and all their students stood at attention and looked at Dean Nassimov who walked up to the edge of the rostrum. He was wearing his wide big-brimmed hat and a black military coat and stood in front of Terra Gray. Under the misty sky, the spotlights on the high walls around the surrounding square were shining on him. The dark coat was floating and swaying slightly in the cold wind, making him look full of majesty.

The dean stood on the large rostrum and looked down at the assembled army below. The black helmets and military uniforms formed a dark sea. In that black sea, cold beams of light flashed, which were laser guns carried on everyone's shoulders. The light reflected under the light.

Nassimov looked at the rear of the infantry phalanx that filled the square. Armored vehicles and tanks were parked together. Armored vehicle crew members wearing black armored jackets and anti-collision hats stood in front of them. In their own positions, they stretched out from the hatch cover, straightened their bodies and looked at the rostrum in front of them.

Nassimov stood on the rostrum, and behind him stood Charles and the officer corps. They stood in a line behind the dean. Heinrich also stood with them, looking at the dean in front of him.

The judge looked at the dean standing in front. He raised his head slightly and looked at the sea of ​​people below. "You may have heard the recent news. Terra is in chaos. Riots are everywhere and there are mobs who want to subvert the empire. The reason for all this is that the high lords are greedily collecting food without any regard for the life and death of Terra's residents."

"Your superiors and their superiors have also received admonishments from the political commissars. The political commissars must have told you that they are all lies and the most shameful conspiracy of the enemies of Chaos to try to divide us from within."

Nassimov looked at the colleges below, and each pair of eyes looked at himself. The students standing in the cold wind were all carrying guns, and within the surrounding high walls, tens of thousands of eyes looked at the person on the rostrum. Nasimov, while the latter still stood calmly on top, looking at everyone below with his hands behind his back.

"The political commissars have done the right thing. They need to maintain morale and discipline, and keep everyone motivated in the coming Chaos invasion. I believe we will win. I know that all of you have high morale, and your enthusiasm is enough to rival the Star Torch. , and shoot through all the haze and darkness, so you don’t need to lie!”

Nasimov shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice could continue to reverberate and expand in the surrounding towering city walls without any amplification equipment. Through the echo, it became as loud as if it was equipped with amplification equipment, enough to make everyone in the entire college Everybody heard his voice.

The students looked at the dean on the stage, who raised his finger and pointed to the wall on one side, which is the direction of the parliament, "I am your dean, and I will not lie to you, so I want to tell you all that. It’s all true! The high lords greedily plundered the food and stored it in the palace, without caring about the life and death of the entire Terra outside the city wall!”

"They assured me in a high-sounding way that it was all to defend the palace in the upcoming siege so that the palace could hold out until reinforcements arrived. They roped me in and told me that as long as I joined them, my college, you and I can share some of the food, they are trying to bribe Chuji Academy!”

Nassimov almost roared. The students all looked at the dean on the stage. The deans of their departments and the officers behind them also looked at Nassimov on the rostrum. They stood upright and carried Qiang looked at the dean intently.

Nasimov waved his fingers, then clenched his fists and stood in front of him, "They thought they could bribe me! Make me turn a blind eye to their stupid behavior! They also want Zhongsi Academy to become their accomplice in suppressing Terra. Uprising, and that is simply impossible! Not to mention whether our glory allows us to do such shameless things, and even then, the rebellion inspired by such atrocities will be unstoppable! That tsunami would destroy all of Terra and ultimately threaten the Emperor himself!"

"And even if we block the rebels and suppress the riots, we still can't stop Chaos from landing at any point on Terra. Anyone who has studied a little bit of military knowledge knows that it is passive defense, lying down and waiting to die!"

Nasimov clenched his fist and shook it violently to one side. He roared and roared. His voice echoed over and over again in the entire square, echoing among the young soldiers carrying guns. They all looked at the dean with eyes. There was a fierce light flashing in it.

"These arrogant high lords! They have been greedy for many years and only think about their own interests. They have no responsibility and loyalty to the empire and the emperor at all. Now they are abandoning the entire world because of their own life and death. Terra! Threatening the Emperor's safety!"

"They thought they could bribe us! They arrogantly thought that Zhongsi Academy would obey them, but they were wrong! Us! From the moment our academy was established, from the moment the high walls around it were erected! Our loyalty is only Belongs to the Immortal God-Emperor! To His Marshal! The Holy and Great Marshal Vito Constantine!”

Nassimov roared and pointed sideways to the magnificent colossus behind him. The giant statue that stood in the middle of the steps outside the assembly square and the main building of the college was the statue of Vito. The tall Supreme Marshal stood behind Nassimov, standing behind the rostrum with his hands Holding the burning holy sword in front of him, the man wearing a battle robe looked at the crowd below.

"I rejected those idiots! They thought they could buy our loyalty? They were wrong! We will not fear death, and the loyal children of the Emperor will not fear the coming crisis!"

"I have one more thing to tell you! You bastards, stand up your ears and listen! Marshal Vito has returned to Terra. He has witnessed all this and is determined to depose the High Lords Council! He will give that order Pass it on to me! Now I will convey that order to you! Today, you will go to the Council on the orders of the High Marshal and the Emperor to depose the High Lord Council!"

Tens of thousands of people in the audience stared at the dean on the stage. The roar echoed in everyone's ears. Everyone clenched the laser guns in their hands. The tank commanders clenched their fingers on the edge of the turret. Looking at the giant statue of Vito in the distance, there is also Nassimov on the rostrum below it.

"You will definitely make history today! Not only will you be the first batch of warriors to kill those national thieves and insects in thousands of years, you will also be the first batch of warriors to fight under the banner of Marshal Vito in thousands of years! You will fight with Marshal Let’s welcome the eternal night together!”

Nassimov's speech reached its climax. He immediately stood up and raised his arms to salute the tens of thousands of colleges in the audience. While saluting, he roared in the loudest voice, "By order of the Marshal and the Emperor! All set off ! Loyalty! For the Emperor!"

"Loyalty!!" Tens of thousands of mouths in the audience roared at the same time. The shouts echoed throughout the entire college like thunder. Following the shouts, the deans of all departments immediately turned around.

"Everyone turn back! Run and get in the car!" Cullen and the deans around him shouted at the same time. Immediately, the huge assembled team behind them responded. Silva and all the students around him turned around at the same time, and the huge The team immediately rushed to the group of chariots parked behind the square in an orderly manner.

The infantrymen, carrying their guns on their backs, quickly climbed onto the chariots like ants climbing up stakes. They got on all available vehicles, from the compartments of military trucks to the inside and outside of Chimera armored personnel carriers, as well as Riemann vehicles. The turret of the Russ main battle tank was surrounded by infantrymen.

The armored commander looked around at the soldiers around him. He glanced at the densely packed assault convoy behind him, turned around and slapped the hatch wall beside him, "Start the engine! Let's go!"

Following the commander's order, the tank's engine started. The first tank squatted forward and then immediately moved forward. The entire assault convoy moved forward. Dean Cullen, who was standing on the first tank, stepped forward. Holding the gun on the side of the turret, he watched the tank drive into the giant gate avenue behind the square.

The dean turned around and saluted Nassimov on the podium in the distance. The latter, Charles and others behind him stood at attention and saluted the commandos. They watched the huge armored convoy rumble into the grand avenue leaving the academy.

At the end of the avenue, the huge iron door that had been closed for many years slowly opened with a roar. The guarding students on both sides of the position outside the door turned to the outgoing armored convoy with guns in hand. They stood at attention and shouted at the passing commandos. They salute.

"For the Emperor!" the guards shouted loudly, and the students on the chariot responded with the same loud voice. Above their heads, dozens of Valkyries rushed out from the high wall, they roared and charged. He headed towards the grand hall in the tall building in the distance, the Council Hall of the High Lords of Terra that stood among the thousands of buildings in the palace.

The armored convoy also drove into the main road leading to the hall, roaring with tracks and heavy wheels as it rushed into the street. The fluttering battle flag accompanied the first chariot as it entered the avenue, and the emperor's flag fluttered on the road. in the air.

Everything that happened today will be recorded in history forever.