The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Hayes still remembers what happened when he just occupied the temporary camp full of tracks. Those people used it as a small stronghold. The second company of the first battalion was the first to attack here. Surrender to Erlian.

But when Hayes and the others arrived, there was already thick smoke billowing here. It turned out that those who surrendered had hidden weapons. Minutes later, the second company quickly returned fire with bayonets, fired guns, and used flamethrowers.

Hayes still remembers those screams and crying, everyone screaming like crazy, and the tent houses in the fire are also crackling.

The political commissar tried to stop this act of sabotage, but it was useless. The people in Erlian seemed to be possessed, and they were furious, destroying whatever they saw.

It didn't stop until half an hour later, and all that was left was piles of smoking ashes. At that time, Hayes suddenly realized that this destruction was not just a crazy act in the flames of war, it was even more enormous. Catharsis under pressure.

There is no need for political commissars or pastors to propagate, everyone has already learned to hate.

This place is very busy with people coming and going, and the air is filled with the mixed smell of disinfectant and various medicines.

Although he has a large physique and looks scary, Habri is actually very afraid of injections, so Hayes has to take him to the field hospital himself.

It is said to be a hospital, but it is actually just a few simple tents.

Before he could go inside, Hayes heard the protesting squeal of rusted axles, and he turned to see a man leading four hunchbacked servitors, all wrapped in tattered civilian clothes, pushing an empty cart Walking towards him across the frozen ground.

The cart passed him, stopped next to the body, and began wearily carrying the body onto the cart.

Suddenly, Hayes ran towards them.

"Wait a moment!"

The man seemed startled, as if afraid he might hurt himself, cowered away and stopped working.

Hayes stood beside a pile of corpses and stared down at a corpse. The man saw his face, and then spoke to him, his voice dull and lifeless with fatigue.

"You know him?"

"Yes, I know him, a friend."

It was the body of Larry Hagee, a 21-year-old young man who was one of the few people in the company who knew music. He always carried a harmonica with him, and Hayes had also learned from him.

According to Haji himself, his family used to be a musical family serving the nobles in the upper nest, but it seems that in his great-grandfather's generation, because a concert went wrong, he was punished and confiscated almost all his property, leaving only Some musical skills have been passed down, and their family has been living in the next nest by doing street performers. Unfortunately, even those musical skills, in Haji’s generation, only the harmonica is left. His father was involved in a street fight When Zhong died unexpectedly, he also broke his ancestral violin.

Haji's biggest dream is to earn enough money to go to a small music school, or enter the state church choir, and regain the identity of his ancestors musicians.

But now this man full of ideals just lay quietly in the shroud, his face was loose and pale, his body was covered with appalling wounds, his eyes stared as if he was looking at something.

Haji had once taught Hayes a piece, but hadn't quite finished it, but now that hope was dashed.

Looking down at Hadji's face, Hayes was getting more and more tired of this war, in this place, it seemed that everyone must be dominated by random brutality and madness.

"He's a hero."

The man on the side suddenly spoke.

"A hero?"

Not sure what the other person meant, Hayes looked at him in confusion.

For a moment, the man's eyes were dull, tired and unable to understand, and then he silently withdrew his gaze.

He shrugged wearily and spoke again.

"They are heroes."

The body transporter spoke in a listless voice, as if reciting a speech he had heard a thousand times.

"They were all: All the Astra Militarum who died here, they were martyrs, and by giving their blood to defend this place, they made the soil of this world a holy place, heretics will never take it, this place belongs to the Emperor forever. "

Pausing for a moment, he added another sentence.

"That's what the political commissar told us."

But Hayes was completely unconvincing.

"Yeah."

The boy squatted down and groped Haji for a while, and he found a brass harmonica in the storage bag on his waist. Fortunately, it was not taken away.

Haji said that if one day he died, he hoped that Hayes could take his harmonica. He didn't want this thing to be burned with him, or buried, or fell into the hands of some greedy and boring people. A few cigarettes.

Then, the servants began to carry the corpses. Hayes stood aside and watched Haji stacked up with the others. Those soulless things didn't seem to know what it means to respect the dead, and just moved them like cargo.

Hayes heard that these servitors were made of those rebels. He was not very sure. Anyway, he would avoid looking at these things carefully. He was afraid deep in his heart.

Soon the bodies were loaded onto flatbed carts and they started leaving.

"What are you going to do with them?"

Suddenly, Hayes called after them, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

"They will be buried."

The man answered wearily.

"Heroes are supposed to be buried in a mass grave, there will be a monument, at least that's what they told me, I just transport the bodies and someone else takes care of their disposal."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and continued to push the flatbed cart with the machine servants panting.

As he watched them go, Hayes slowly tried to remember some prayers, or say a prayer, taught by the neighborhood priest as a child so that the dead souls of his comrades, undisturbed, could go to heaven and the throne with Emperors meet.

But for some reason, his mind went blank and his heart ached with grief, feeling dull and empty.

All prayers seemed to escape his brain.

Then he turned and walked towards the field hospital.

"Take off your armor and pull off your coat."

He heard a voice~www.wuxiahere.com~ and then saw the furry Habri sitting on a small bench shivering "obediently", a man of about fifty years old with a white armband of a medical soldier on his shoulder The man stood beside him.

This person is called Gotabilon, and he is a military doctor in the regiment, but Hashett said that this guy was probably just a veterinarian in the past.

There are several active medical machine servants around him, but most soldiers are not willing to accept their treatment, at most they can help deal with trauma.

"Habri, if you want me to heal that wound, I have to be able to see it."

"I-"

Hubli shuddered, then looked at Hayes.

"Yes, do you want an injection?"

"You bastard, you've eaten bullets, and you still care about whether you need an injection? They all say you were born by O'Green, and I don't think O' Green is that timid."

(end of this chapter)