This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 358 Enjoy this moment

ended.

Antarctic landing site, Apex Fortress, Command Center

At this moment, Commissar Alex watched the last unit return to camp, carefully planning their post-war resettlement according to three hundred years of muscle memory, and placed the document in the hands of an aide.

Click~
After completing all of this, he seemed to have all his strength drained away, and he slumped heavily onto the bench.

The back of the chair supported Alex's lowered head.

Sunlight streamed through the newly opened, nearly three-meter-high armor gaps in the command center, gilding his weathered face with golden edges, making his eyes, hardened by time, appear exceptionally bright in the light.

Outside the window was a clear sky.

Looking down from their vantage point, they saw troops returning in triumph, shouting their victories.

They sang war songs and raised banners in the cracks between the ruins.

They are basking in glory and can now fully enjoy their victory.

ended.

Alex watched all of this, his vision growing increasingly blurry.

He closed his eyes and lay down on the sunlit bench.

"he died?"

When Orlando, covered in blood, pushed open the gate, the marshal of the 13th Expeditionary Fleet saw the political commissar lying peacefully on the recliner, and a look of sadness appeared on his face.

He even forgot the pretense he had maintained for decades, and forgot the artifice of rhetoric.

"Do not."

Arthur stood beside him, draped his cloak over the commissar, and began to examine the documents.

"He's just tired."

As if in response to Arthur's statement, Alex snored.

Orlando's eyes gleamed with excitement. He quickly bowed and stood beside the political commissar like a bodyguard.

They didn't say anything more.

The paper trembled in the breeze coming out of the vent.

Neither of them is good at small talk.

Arthur flipped through one resettlement suggestion after another, until he reached the very bottom.

A smile appeared on Yingjun's face.

[Imperial Military Affairs Commissar: Alex Kane's Retirement Application]

Below the title is a line of smaller print.

I'm just an ordinary person who wants to retire, live near a military academy, write a book, and experience life outside of war.

It lacked its usual seriousness; someone who didn't know better might think they were just chatting casually.

He was just a mortal.

Arthur stared at the small print.

War is everything to them.

Throughout the history of human empires, countless generations of mortals have been born, produced, lived, and died of old age, yet war continues.

Arthur often sighed over this.

Although this is necessary and forced, when the vast majority of humans are already fixed in the same role, they may never be able to break free from that role.

They cannot talk about it as casually as a few people, or stop to think about their future.

They cannot relax or think; military responsibilities prevent them from paying attention to other issues, and even the simplest conversations turn to logistics and strategy.

Humans live and die like gadflies, and while I rush about in my long, unknowable life, where in their short lives have they found their roles other than warriors?
They should have found it.

They could have played many different roles.

The soldier is just one of the characters.

Arthur closed the file and turned to look at Alex.

This is an old man, so old he looks terrible.

A hero grows old and dies a martyr.

It sounded very fatalistic, but he always felt it wasn't enough.

He will not deprive a soldier of the right to fight or force them to abandon their mission, but he will give a soldier a choice.

This is the change they brought about.

Arthur looked at Alex's weathered figure, then got up and left.

rest well.
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"Whoa—" Kadia, Blackrock Defense Array, Guarded Area

Two babies were born in the bustling infirmary.

The mother, who had just recovered from childbirth, broke the name tag passed down from her father into two parts and hung each part around her child's neck.

Next were the guns hanging on the swaddling clothes.

It contained a mother's expectations, carrying an unprecedented weight.

Kadia is born to be a warrior; a child who cannot hold a gun cannot survive in such a world.

"Woo-wah, woo-wah~"

The child cried and fussed, and was eventually taken to the examination room at the request of the medical staff.

The mother waited, looking around at the bustling surroundings that remained untouched by the war, feeling somewhat helpless.

The experiences she had gained from a life filled with war were now giving her the wrong feedback, leaving her somewhat confused.

It was supposed to be the end of a war, so why did it turn out like this?

She looked around, wanting to do something, but found that her strategic tactics and killing methods were completely useless in this time and place.

"Cassia Allen, Cassia Allen!"

A medical worker shouted.

"I'm here!"

She immediately straightened up in response, and the medical staff were not surprised that a new mother was so energetic.

In Kadia, only people like this can survive.

Do you have any other tasks?

"Task?"

She looked confused for a moment, then shook her head.

"No."

"Then come to the infirmary quickly to help."

The medical staff began to speak, and just as they were about to make some arrangements, they frowned slightly, clearly uncomfortable.

Then he began to speak:

"Go and take good care of your child."

After saying that, the medical staff began making up her bed.

Cassia hesitated for a moment, but in the end she still chased after her.

She came to the edge of the incubator and quietly watched over her children as they babbled and cried under the care of the medical staff.

At least for now, they don't have to bear that burden.

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Karna, who was already busy among the crowd, silently watched all of this and reached out to support the back of a transport worker.

All enemy reactions had fallen silent, and his duty on the battlefield was over.

The more meticulous cleaning work was entrusted to Romulus and Arthur, while he was required to lead the Blood Angels to wash away the blood and dust from their faces and return to the crowd.

"We need help here."

"A person in charge is needed for the allocation of supplies."

"Operating room number 13 needs help; we need a strong member."

The Holy Blood Angels, under the command of the local officials, were also busy at work, increasing their efficiency many times over.

Astartes' long lifespan and remarkable learning ability enabled them to assume many roles.

These exceptional warriors, one in a million, are truly outstanding. They are capable of much more and can play roles beyond that of warriors when necessary.

They do not need to be completely separated from humans and can fully integrate into the community.

Ramses, who was still dealing with subspace contamination, suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Karna turned his head to the side.

boom!
The two fists collided.
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Before us lies an abyss, and we know not how many enemies lie within.

There was a farm behind us; I wondered if the stove was full of bread.

We buried our fear, along with our names, in the prepared grave.

And we will eventually go back.

(End of this chapter)