The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The early morning in the forest swamp of the Star Wars was filled with the smell of vegetation, and Captain Patat was sitting in the convertible car with his eyes closed.

He felt that these smells were squeezing his nose, as if his sense of smell would soon be weakened.

The disheveled militiamen around are walking hard in the mud that is spreading to their heels.

More than half a year has passed since the invasion of heretics, and people have gradually changed from the earliest despair to adaptation.

On the one hand, due to the effective guerrilla tactics of Colonel Stryker’s drow, it is difficult for the interstellar warriors as powerful as chaos to move in the jungle and swamp. The traps they deployed even killed some careless guys, causing heretics to produce trees. A certain natural resistance.

On the other hand, the Black Legion hasn’t made any major moves recently. It has only sent a small number of Chaos Interstellar Warriors to cooperate with the cultists, constantly trying to control the jungle and put pressure on the Olympus camp, but this strategy proved to be a complete failure.

Nearly 100,000 soldiers have gathered in the camp. Although most of them lack training and equipment, once humans get together, they will have inexplicable confidence.

Even some people have begun to optimistically foresee the scene where the deflated heresy will finally leave.

However, the supplies and materials required to support such a huge camp are not a small amount. Since floating barges are easily disturbed by factors such as weather and enemy aircraft, ground transportation is essential.

For this reason, the 183rd Regiment of Katachan spent a huge price to open up several relatively safe paths in the jungle and swamp, as the main supply lines for the resistance camps, these supply lines are also known as the Stryker Trail.

Patat is the commander of one of the supply convoys, but they are not only responsible for the transportation of materials, but also for the safety of the patrol route. Therefore, it is not surprising that the entire transportation battalion is equipped with several Chimeras and half-track armored vehicles.

Some people saw Patat’s car coming, so they nodded to him, some exchanged a few words with him, and some asked about the weather.

Patat did his best to answer the slightly disturbed soldiers.

Although he is not an officer of the rank, he still has the functions of propaganda and morale boosting. Although he only needs to say some flamboyant words to fool the past, he feels that he has the responsibility to be honest with the soldiers.

In fact, contrary to what the soldier expected, he also knew very little about the recent weather abnormalities on the planet. Perhaps only the high-levels in the camp knew about it. Anyway, he didn't know much about the situation.

Patat basically imitated the scene he saw when Stryker encouraged the soldiers. Even in the most difficult moments, the hero spoke easily and firmly about the morale-boosting words of courage and honor.

And what he said to the officers impressed him even more.

"Save the cry for the battle! Before the battle, encourage the soldiers and stimulate their morale, so that you can become a warrior who despises the war in their eyes."

Therefore, Patat not only knows the names of everyone in the company, but also knows a little bit about the preferences of the soldiers, and even tells some jokes to make the soldiers happy.

Sometimes he also imagined that once the war was over, he would become an official officer, wearing a neat uniform, and wearing a medal that would make his descendants glorify the generations—before the war broke out, he was actually just a miner leader and security captain.

While the car was slowly moving along the muddy road, he also silently wrote down the faces of every soldier. Although this road is safe most of the time, it does not rule out that cultists occasionally ambush.

Death is always with everyone, and there is no real safe place on this planet.

"The deceased will always linger in your mind, so please make sure that the souls who have passed away were once friends of yours."

This is a word that Patat's father often said to him in the past. In fact, the life of a miner is not much safer than the battlefield. At that time, he was used to death.

Suddenly, the car stopped at a fork in the road, Patat woke up from his contemplation, secretly mocking himself and immersing himself in memory.

At the other end of the road, some soldiers are filling the potholes in the ground with wood found on the side of the road. The road in the jungle is like this, and there is rarely a stable time.

After about ten minutes of tossing, the team set off again.

They have been walking in the slough bushes for nearly two hours. The tracks of the armored vehicles stirred the muddy mud, and the noise of the engines spread into the sky along the sickly tree canopy.

But Patat felt something was wrong.

He has walked this road twenty or thirty times, but today it is a bit strange.

Quiet, too quiet.

"Sir—"

With a depressed voice with fear from the cabin of the driver's mouth, Patat raised his head and immediately saw death.

In full view, some red figures are standing on the tree, looking down at the convoy passing in front of them.

Their motionless figures made Patat shudder, and when the convoy passed by these uninvited guests, Patat took a closer look to figure out the identity of these people.

They were almost as tall as two people. They were big and scary. They were dressed in black armor with rusty blood-red logos. The helmets were decorated with curved brass horns, and their bodies were engraved with death marks.

These people are the demons of the Tutou Deshangxing Star, the Chaos Interstellar Warrior—

Patat glanced back, fear almost drawing his blood away, then turned on the radio awkwardly.

"Warning, warning! There is an ambush on the right!"

When he yelled at the headset, countless gears immediately collided violently.

The heavy machinery was shaking, sliding, and struggling in the mud, but they were too heavy to react quickly.

At this time, the Chaos Space Marines had already jumped down from the tree one by one and began to charge.

A total of six giants rushed out of the woods.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"God emperor, hurry up and fire!"

Fear flooded Patat’s motorcade. Both the Chimera and the half-track vehicles had heavy machine guns and small-caliber artillery, but they were trapped in the narrow road in the dense woods, with no room for turning around or maneuvering.

And the enemy's distance is too close, the infantry can not deploy immediately, it looks like they are going to be finished.

Frightening sirens continued in the convoy, Patat heard the sound of trees reaching the ground, Abaddon's hounds surrounded them, and everyone's strengthened throat erupted with inhuman howls.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!!"

Howling resounded throughout the road, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com can almost make the armor tremble.

What they were howling was the name of the **** evil **** they worshipped.

"Use weapons!"

Patat ordered:

"Hurry up and use the car gun position!"

As he spoke, he turned the cannon mounted on the rear of the car and pointed the muzzle at the nearest Chaos Space Warrior.

The killing had come, he could feel the flames of the flamethrower burning to his ears, and he could hear the screams of some people when they were scorched by the flames.

The first chaotic interstellar warrior rushed to the front of a half-tracked vehicle, brandishing a chain saw axe, and slashing at the armor of the armored vehicle like a tree.

A momentary collision produced countless sparks, and then the sparks were intertwined with flames, steel slag, and meat.

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