"Ahem, cough~~~~" A Defense Army soldier leaned against the wall of the trench with a laser gun, coughing in confusion, dripping blood flowing from the edge of the helmet's respirator. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 On the side, a fellow villager from the same place as him was watching helplessly, the 2nd Guard soldier did not have any scars on the outside, but he was vomiting blood, and he couldn't even speak. The Wehrmacht soldiers of his fellow villagers knew that it was the Orc Orc's Giant Diamond Rocket, and the shock of the distance shook his internal organs.

Now the battle has reached this point, which means that now he cannot send his good friend to the field hospital in the rear, which has already judged his death.

"Boom~~" A rocket fell near this section of trench, and the high-flying mud splashed two people. The Wehrmacht soldier sitting next to his mortally wounded friend looked at his friend's pained expression, he took off his helmet and silently raised his laser gun in front of him.

"I dedicate my life to the Emperor.

I prayed for his approval.

I dedicate my strength to the Emperor.

I prayed for his reparation.

I dedicate my blood to the emperor.

I prayed that it would quench his hunger and thirst.

I dedicate my body to the altar of the battlefield.

I prayed to him to acknowledge my noble death.

I pray for his blessing,

I have given everything I have.

In the midst of a muffled prayer, the Wehrmacht soldier slowly raised the laser gun in his hand and aimed it at his good friend, tears slowly flowing from his eyes, the corners of his mouth trembling to show his inner struggle, and when the prayer was nearing its end, he pulled the trigger with all his strength.

"Z~~~~"

But when it was all over, the Wehrmacht soldier fell to his knees weakly, and the laser carbine, which looked like life, fell to the ground.

"Click~~Click~" There was a sound of footsteps, and a platoon commander wearing a tattered black double-breasted coat and an officer's large-brimmed hat walked over from the trench on the other side that had not been blown up by the Oak rocket, and the officer's special armor on his body was full of scars left by the Orc machete and bullets, and a deep wound that could be seen crossed the platoon commander's face, the coagulated blood and the turned flesh made him look extremely hideous. He led more than 20 defense soldiers who had just come from the rear position to support, and they seemed to be dusty, and hurriedly prepared to go to the trench held by the Star Marine, and when the platoon commander passed by this defense soldier, he turned his head to see what had just happened here, and in the long combat career of the platoon commander, he had experienced this kind of thing countless times, and sometimes even did it himself.

The platoon commander shook his hand and motioned for the Wehrmacht soldiers behind him to go first, and he followed.

"Soldiers! Cheer up and get ready for battle, and from the moment you become the emperor's gold coin, you should be ready to come to your senses. ”

The platoon commander half-knelt in front of the grieving defender and said, "Stand up, soldier!! Listen, what you're going to do now is not to grieve here, but to pick up the weapon in your hand......"

"This sir, I don't think there's a need to waste time like this, he is now suspected of shaking the morale of the army, and I think it is easier to solve the problem by giving him a shot now."

A political commissar who followed behind bent over to the side, raised a blaster in his hand, and tentatively asked the platoon commander's opinion.

The platoon commander shook his hand, stopped the political commissar's move, and said: "Your Excellency, although you are now in command of the battle here, but now we are short of manpower, it is a pity that this soldier with combat effectiveness was recklessly shot, and it should be a better thing to give him a little time to cheer up." ”

The commissar gave the platoon commander a deep look and withdrew the blaster in his hand.

"Hurry up, the battle situation is urgent now, we don't have so much time to waste, I'll go to the front position now, and wait until I don't see him fighting, then I will fulfill my responsibility."

After speaking, the political commissar bent over without looking back and walked through the trench.

The platoon commander sighed, he looked at the Wehrmacht soldier who was wiping tears and said, "Listen to the soldier, do you remember the prayer to the xenomorphs in the first teaching book?" If you remember, recite it now! ”

After saying that, the platoon commander patted the guard soldier on the shoulder, then threw him down and continued to chase after his subordinates in front.

The soldier of the Defense Forces looked at the figure of the platoon commander, he picked up the laser gun on the ground, and the soldier of the Defense Army knew that if the platoon commander had not spoken for him just now, his actions would have made the political commissar think that he was suspected of shaking the morale of the army, and he would have been shot on the spot.

The Wehrmacht soldier picked up his laser gun, sorted out the ammunition and green light bulletproof armor on his body, and with a "click", the Wehrmacht soldier pulled out a bayonet from his waist and stuck it in front of the laser gun barrel to prepare for hand-to-hand combat. Although the Wehrmacht's melee combat ability is more consoling than that of the Orks, sometimes a bayonet in the barrel of a gun with or without a bayonet can really affect the momentum and courage of the Wehrmacht soldiers, although they themselves know what they are capable of, and the bayonet with or without a bayonet can determine the outcome of a Wehrmacht battle.

The Defence Force soldier ran forward in the trench with a laser gun in hand, chanting a prayer.

"Its uncleanness,

It is the seal of a different species.

its impurity,

It is the seal of a different species.

Hateful,

It is the seal of a different species.

Insults,

It is the seal of a different species.

hunted,

It's the fate of the aliens.

banished,

It's the fate of the aliens.

to be purified,

It's the fate of the aliens.

As he chanted, the Wehrmacht's eyes grew firm and hateful.

(This chapter is for me to experiment with my ideas, and I may write some interesting articles from the first perspective of the defense forces, and put them in the side or group.) If you have any comments, you can reflect them to me in the book review area. ）