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"Sergeant, come closer to me!"

With a bright red jacket with gorgeous gold trim stretched tightly on his back, Sergeant Heisenberg of the 617th Vostonian Sons Regiment crawled a few steps towards the place where the person who called him was.

Then he had to lower his head due to the powerful artillery fire and leaned behind the bunker to hide for a while.

"I can't get through, Commander!" he shouted loudly. "Their firepower is too damn strong!"

"Watch your words, sergeant!" the regiment leader was angry. "You are a member of the eldest son regiment, and I will never allow you to—damn it, what is that?!"

Not having time to care about the regimental leader's double standards, the sergeant quickly put his head out to take a look, and then immediately retracted his head.

"...I think it's a person, Commander." Heisenberg shouted. "It must be a person!"

"Nonsense! It does look like a person, but who can have eighteen legs, six meters tall, and eight faces on his left and right shoulders?! In the name of the Emperor, the Firstborn, shoot! Don't let that ghost

Things are approaching the defense line! We can no longer give in!"

The sergeant immediately stuck his head out from behind the simple bunker, with the m35 pressed against his shoulders in a standard posture. His burst fire lasted for fifteen seconds, and then he immediately retracted behind the bunker.

It's not that he's afraid of death, it's that he's out of bullets.

While changing the magazine, Heisenberg tried hard to move towards the regiment commander. During the process, he bumped into a soldier who was shooting because of his excessive movement. The latter turned around and glared at him, not because of his rank.

There is no regression at all.

"Sorry, soldier, keep shooting!" Heisenberg apologized and then continued his actions and behavior.

He didn't know what the group leader wanted him to do, but he had to go.

This is an order.

Any soldier of the Firstborn - no matter his rank - who receives an order will treat it as if it comes from the Emperor himself. They will never disobey an order, even if their superiors tell them to charge against the bayonet of the Great Daemon of Khorne.

is also like this.

After crawling hard (sometimes even squirming), Heisenberg finally arrived at his regimental leader, who was an old man - or, in other words, a middle-aged man who was almost an old man. His weather-beaten face

Now he is full of anger.

"Sergeant, we're fucked!" the leader cursed again. "Ms. Cassandra is crazy, and so are her men. Well, maybe some of them are normal, but

They are either dying or going crazy! So are we!"

"I don't think this is the point of the problem, Captain."

Heisenberg leaned out from behind the bunker quite calmly and fired alternately with the retracted regimental commander to maintain the integrity of the fire line. Needless to say, this is a tactical quality that has been engraved in the bones. The eldest son regiment's

Arrogance is not groundless.

"Then tell me, what's the point?"

"The point is - wait, that thing seems to be dead."

"died?!"

The regiment leader changed the magazine, stuck his head out to observe carefully, and said with joy: "Well done, children of Vostonia! Stay alert, scout, and pay attention to their movements!"

"clear!"

"The point is..." the sergeant tried to continue the topic. "How do we tell the living saint what is happening here?"

"You always bring up the crux of the problem so accurately, but I don't think we have the means to inform him."

The regiment leader replied very calmly: "The Holy Ring is an Opal Dragon-class battleship - before this, I only knew that such a thing existed, but I never knew it was so big. We now have two regiments.

Even though they are all huddled at the stern of the ship and being beaten, you still want to get close to the bridge and use the Thinker Array to send a message to the Living Saint?"

“Whimsical!”

"But we have to try. Hey, political commissar, are you right?"

The sergeant grabbed the political commissar beside them. The latter opened his hand with a pale face, took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lit it.

He said vaguely: "Your Majesty, I don't know how you two are still in the mood to chat now!"

The sergeant spread his hands: "What else should I do? Get out of the bunker and run to the bow of the ship?"

"That's a death penalty." The political commissar glanced at him. "Of course, fighting them is no different than a death penalty. They have new weapons and equipment - those things make me jealous when I look at them. The light gun hits that armor

You can’t even polish it, damn it.”

The political commissar cursed angrily.

"But here's the strange thing about the whole thing. They clearly had the ability to kill us directly, but they didn't choose to do it right away. What's the reason?"

"How do I know what a group of lunatics are thinking? They definitely believe in Chaos, and their minds have become abnormal. As for me," the leader pointed at his face. "I believe in the Emperor! I

But I don’t know what they are thinking!”

"We must at least try, Commander Valk." The political commissar said helplessly. "We may be doomed, but the expedition fleet cannot step into a trap so easily."

】

His words silenced the man named Valk for a while.

"...I'm here to contact Captain Horatio of the 618th Regiment. As for the 619th Regiment, they should still be on the Pablomis II, resting with the Cadian people. Damn,

May the Emperor bless them."

The political commissar held a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes and made an eagle salute, then spoke vaguely together with the sergeant.

"May the Emperor bless them."

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Pablomis II.

Outside the newly raised barracks, the howling cold wind blew wildly through the bodies of the guards standing guard. They stood unwaveringly in the wind and snow, holding the R-1 in their hands. They knew nothing about the future.

But this does not prevent them from enduring the cold and snow.

Inside the barracks, the command room.

"We can't contact the fleet, Captain."

The Cadian saluted, with a hint of worry in his violet eyes: "What should we do?"

"We'll wait, soldier."

Tobias Gilbert, the commander of the Cadian 982th Regiment wearing Skyhawk armor, replied expressionlessly. He has been like this for a long time. He was staring at the buzzing through the glass of the barracks.

The black tower was humming, and his eyes almost never moved away from it.

"wait?"

"Yes......"

Tobias turned his head. Even in this situation, the expression of this iron-blooded colonel did not waver at all.

"We are waiting - there must be something wrong with the fleet, there is no need to think about it. But we have established a defense line and base on Pablomis 2 and 3, which can support it for a long time. The expedition fleet is about to compete with

Let's meet up, and then we can contact them and explain the strange things on the Holy Ring."

"But, Captain Cassandra..."

"The Emperor bless her," Tobias said firmly. "If the Emperor doesn't, then she is a traitor."

The communications soldier said nothing more, saluted and left. A few minutes later, a communication request came from the commander of the 619th Vostonian Sons Regiment stationed here with them. They did not change their uniforms.

Eagle armor, so the voice on the other end sounded intermittent.

This is due to the impact of wind and snow.

"I'm Tobias Gilbert, please speak."

"This is Colonel Felix Theodore of the 619th Eldest Son Regiment. Commander Gilbert, can you contact the Holy Ring?"

"Unfortunately, we can't."

"Ah, damn it!" Colonel Theonado cursed, his voice gradually adding up to the howling of the wind and snow outside. "We have been calling for more than two hours, and there is still no answer!"

"The same is true for us, Major. But I'm afraid we have no way to solve this matter, at least not yet - also, how are you and your troops trained?"

"Except for the non-combat attrition caused by this damn environment, everything is fine for us. There are still 1,300 men in the 619th Regiment capable of fighting. Why do you ask this question?"

"Because, I think we need to think about the possibility of war... and orbital bombardment."

He did not express his concern to his soldiers, but the tone used by Tobias Gilbert at this moment was undoubtedly difficult.

"Something must have happened on the Holy Ring. Judging from Lady Cassandra's style and temper, it is impossible for her to ignore the communication request while knowing that there are two groups on the Pablomis II. Even if she

Forget it, neither will the array of cogitators and the servants responsible for guarding it."

"You mean...?" Theodore's voice also became a little difficult.

But this time, it wasn't because of the wind and snow.

"Yes, it's just what you thought..."

Tobias held the handle of the communicator and said slowly: "A rebellion may have broken out on the Holy Ring, a rebellion for which we don't yet know the cause or the outcome. However, we must do the best we can.

Bad idea - you'd better order your soldiers to start digging trenches and dig dugouts in the barracks from now on."

"If - and I mean if, orbital bombardment really comes, this is the only thing we can do."

His words silenced Felix Theodore on the other end of the communication for a while.

After that, he cursed in a low voice: "...I understand, Captain Tobias, may the Emperor bless you and your soldiers, and may the Emperor bless Lady Cassandra.

and the Holy Ring. I will have the soldiers dig trenches and dugouts immediately."

"You too, Major, may the Emperor bless the 619th Firstborn Regiment."

Tobias hung up the communication, and the lines on his cheeks became hard again. He walked out of the room and issued his order. The Qadians quickly began to move in the wind and snow.

Above their heads, the huge shadow of the Holy Ring loomed, oppressing the clouds. Few people would look up at the sky in the wind and snow. This is human nature - the sky has never been the domain of humans, and because of this,

Few people are prepared for threats from above.

So, what is happening at the Holy Ring?