The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Everyone should die for the Emperor, not live for himself!"

The screeching of the messenger slave drowned out the scramble of soldiers' footsteps and the officers' shouted orders as they sprinted down the troop carrier's narrow corridor to the launch pad.

"Kill the heretics, kill the aliens, prepare for war!"

Wall-mounted servitors are constantly reminded of their duties on a pre-recorded loop, while Hayes staggers along with the others with a heavy backpack on his back.

After the battle in the Lamptan galaxy ended, the 310th Infantry Regiment of Abu Bakari rested for half a month. This period of time was also a rare leisure time for them. Some recruits were also added to the regiment, and Hayes finally took the first place. For the first time, he was called "Sir".

But he wasn't the kind of person who would put on airs as a veteran, although it did make him quite happy, diluting a lot of melancholy caused by the deaths of Fitz and Jung.

But for the soldiers of the empire, stability always seemed to be temporary. They soon came to a strange place again, and had to face the same strange enemy. Until three hours ago, Hashett, who had become their company commander, Get everyone off their bunks with the sound of the siren and tell them to get ready for planetary drop.

"Be vigilant, be brutal, be strong!"

The screams of the messenger slaves grew louder, echoing harshly from speakers mounted on the metal walls and ceiling around them.

"Only faith in the Emperor is your shield and armor!"

The servitor was loud, but Hayes didn't catch a word, and he and the rest of his company were herded like sheep through the troop carrier's labyrinthine corridors, occasionally passing the Navy crew who suspended their duties , cheering them on, replacing their initial sarcasm with words of encouragement.

The normal antipathy between the Navy and the Guards seemed suddenly to give way to mutual respect, given that their former passengers might soon encounter combat.

"Besides the Emperor's satisfaction, you have nothing in return!"

"You know no truth except what the Emperor's servants tell you!"

"There is no room for question in a loyal mind. Doubt is a vile cancer whose symptoms are cowardice and fear. To be strong against it, you should have only three things in your mind: obedience, duty, and devotion."

Coming out of the narrow, narrow corridor, Hayes followed Hashett into what appeared to be a large assault boat.

It was a huge rectangular airship, steam rising from the hydraulics of the platform it supported, and tech-priests scurrying around it like sentient ants helping a fallen giant, Hayes saw the priests They ran fuel lines from concave spouts in the far wall of the launch bay to the assault craft's engines, while others anointed the surface of the lander with ointment, burned incense, performed blessings, or used instruments with various divinely aligned The lander makes final adjustments.

The assault craft had been humming and humming the entire time, its restless engines vibrating on the metal floor of the launch pad, and Hayes and the others stood staring at it uncertainly, like wary travelers unsure whether to risk it or not. Awakens a sleeping beast.

To be honest, he has always been afraid of these half-human, half-mechanical priests, even more than the political commissar, because he was "curious" to see the process of these priests turning a living person into a mechanical servant when he was helping a worker in a factory.

That nightmare tormented him for a full year, after which he would try his best to stay away from these red-robed priests.

"Move, you idiots!"

Hashett yelled that the volume of the constant buzzer slave broadcasts around them had been muted by the empty space of the pad enough for them to finally hear the new company commander's orders.

"Although I know you bumpkins haven't seen an assault boat before, don't make a fuss."

In fact, most of them didn't: they spent most of their time in the fragile transport ships, the sturdy assault craft only qualified for the more "elite" Astra Militarum.

There is no doubt that their group's previous surprise attack to seize the ordnance factory made them get rid of the label of the cannon fodder group to a certain extent.

This kind of atmospheric assault boat is very similar to the shark assault boat used by the navy to jump gangs, but it is much larger than it, with a length of nearly 400 meters.

As Hayes and the others charged towards the assault craft, he found himself in awe as he approached such a massive vehicle, which looked as if it could hold at least a thousand people, not to mention tanks and artillery.

Soon, the hatch on the front of the Assault Boat opened, the main assault ramp stretched out towards them like the tongue of some impossibly metallic beast, and Hayes and the others ran up the ramp into the cavernous and dimly lit space of the Assault Boat itself. Inside, a stern-looking crew member was found waiting to point them to a nearby staircase.

The line then raced down the stairwell to the top floor, where rows of seats and aisles lined the deck.

"Take a seat and fasten your seat belt."

Their battalion commander also appeared, this man still looked disheveled.

"I want you to sit together in squad, platoon and company order, and anyone who isn't in their seat and ready to drop in two minutes will find themselves a puddle on the bulkhead."

Hurrying to his assigned seat, Hayes sat down quickly, carefully buckled the seat crash protection buckles around his waist, shoulders and chest, and pulled them tight to fit him, securing his laser gun. With the safety set to "Safe", hold the gun upright and insert it first into the shallow recess of the weapon rack in the front of the seat, then clip the barrel lock to secure the gun in place.

Then, he reached out and patted Winter, a new recruit who had just arrived in the company and was added to their machine gun squad.

By the way, Hayes has now become the squad leader, but he still follows Hashett most of the time, so in fact the squad is still in command of Hashett.

"Hey, check the gun over."

Hearing Hayes' reminder, the pale boy nodded quickly, and then carefully checked the laser gun on his hand.

From his slightly trembling fingers, it can be seen that ~www.wuxiahere.com~ he is very nervous, because this is his first time on the battlefield.

In fact, Winter served almost the same time as Hayes, but he was very lucky. The troops assigned to him had been performing security missions near the Galaxy of Sorrow for a long time, and there were almost no enemies there.

However, his good luck has come to an end recently, the regiment he was in was disbanded, and the soldiers were supplemented to those units with relatively large losses on the front line. Therefore, Winter came to the 310th Infantry Regiment of Abu Bakari. Never actually been on the battlefield.

Winter was born in a peasant family. He has 2 sisters and 1 brother. If nothing else, he will be a farmer in the future. He will find a wife, raise his daughter, cultivate the land, and give half of each season’s harvest to the taxpayer. The grain station, as he did in the lifetime of several generations of ancestors, will eventually die around the age of fifty and be buried near his homeland, the body returns to the fertile land, and the soul goes to the side of the throne.

That's how Winter thought about his future when he was seventeen.

But everything changed when he received word that he had been drafted into the Imperial Army.