Name: Dejefos Magno

Occupation: Sergeant of the 1st Only Regiment of the former Tinis

Affiliation: Now part of the Datanya Ranger Regiment

Experience: The Ghost of Gaunt, the title given to Tinis's First and Only Regiment, and Sergeant Dejefors, was a member of this legendary unit. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Having fought countless traitors and Chaos Thieves, Djefors has accumulated a deep experience in stealth warfare, and in fact, Djefos never imagined that he would leave the Tinis Regiment.

But things often didn't go as planned, and although the Tinis Regiment was still fighting, after all, without the leadership of Commissar Gunter, this unit was still inevitably deployed at will by the Imperial command.

In the end, Dejefoss was reluctantly transferred from his unit to help a commissar who was overly obsessed with fanatical assault with tactical retreat and infiltration missions.

But to his surprise, Dejefors discovered that the commissar named Constantine, despite his vulgar language, was a great soldier who rivaled the legendary Commissar Gunter.

Undoubtedly, this was a huge encouragement for the originally disheartened Dejefors.

Although there were problems with the run-in at first, after convincing most of his comrades through shooting and hand-to-hand combat, Dejefos gained respect within the army and the respect of the political commissar.

After receiving the authorization, Djefors began training the Rangers of the 14th Division in Datania for infiltration operations.

After his intense training, this unit, which was known for its wild combat in Datanya, gradually mastered the essence of covert operations.

Even so, Sergeant Dejefoss often thought of his old troops, but he knew better that the wild warriors in front of him were his new family.

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The 1st and Only Regiment of Tiness, an Imperial Guard Regiment that has left a strong mark on the history of the Imperial Guard.

Despite being few in number and lacking in heavy weapons, under the leadership of the great epic General Commissar Abraham Gaunt, the Imperial Guard of Tinis, which originated on a planet devastated by Chaos, achieved a staggering success in the Sadat Expedition.

Of course, no matter how great a hero is, there will be a day when he will pass away. When Commissar Gaunt finally ushered in his due date, in honor of the great leader and commissar, Tiness's only number one was retained forever.

Dejefoss was honored to have been a part of this great force, and what he had gained from that legendary Imperial Guard was not only his extraordinary penetration and sniping abilities, but also the straight silver saber and tactical cloak that he always carried with him. What he learned, most importantly, was to never compromise no matter how bleak the prospect and how tragic the fate, and to seek the spirit and honor of turning defeat into victory.

Let's say now.

The planet, known as Tantalus V, is infested with xenomorphs and heretics, and the Emperor's army is less than a fraction of the enemy's.

But the dawn of victory is still there, and no matter what happens, it cannot be shaken, and this is the spirit that every Tinis will never forget.

"Before I say fire, you all hold me back." Speaking of thought to the present, looking at the Iron Warrior escort team marching not far away, Dejefoss admonished again.

"Understand sergeant, the commissar told us to listen to you, although rest assured." A Ranger corporal replied.

Dejefoss nodded in affirmation, then picked up his sniper rifle and locked the crosshair firmly on the head of the Iron Warrior who was yelling at the cultists and whipping them.

"Remember, always give priority to the enemy's commander, which is especially effective for those who are in order."

Dejefoss remembered the techniques the Sergeant had taught him in the first place, and it was clear that the Iron Warriors were the kind of enemies with a high hierarchy.

"Bump!"

With a clear sound, the special armor-piercing bullet was fired from the sniper rifle in Dejefors's hand, and the head of the Chaos Space Marine, who had been flaunting his might just a moment ago, fell to the ground like a ripe berry and exploded into pieces.

Djefors immediately shifted the target to the Chaos Space Marine's second-hand that he had locked onto, and then there was another crisp sound, and the off-hand's brain exploded to pieces.

The cultists began to scream, and the last Iron Warrior tried in vain to restore order and begin to take command.

This stubborn insistence on power and order ultimately cost him his life.

Without mercy, a third bullet whistled out and pierced the head of the last Iron Warrior, and although he tried to find a cover, his momentary hesitation ultimately prevented him from escaping death.

When the cultists saw that their masters had all fallen, they immediately began to scream and disperse, exposing them to the superior fire of the rangers.

"Fire!" Dejefos shouted, and in an instant, dozens of crimson laser beams erupted, sawing the scattered cultists in half, the high-energy lasers of the hell guns were not at all the tattered armor on the cultists' bodies, and in a short time, they were all wiped out.

This is only the first step towards victory, they will purge the planet, and the Emperor's territory will never be lost at the hands of his loyal servants.

"Clear the battlefield, let's go to the next combat location."

"You have the final say, sergeant."

There was a sound of soso, and about a dozen or so Rangers wearing camouflage cloaks, armor, and modified hell guns with chainsaw bayonets came out and fired two more shots at each corpse, and then the five men stood guard in a covering formation, and the rest began to examine the corpses that had been broken into pieces.

Dejefoss watched with relief as his men moved autonomously. Although the Rangers are indeed strong in battle, they are too deeply influenced by the political commissar of Konstantin, and in fact, these dozen people are already the fastest learners.

"Xiaode, I'm a rough person, I really don't know how to do this, so let's pick a group of rabbit cubs that you value the most, and let them follow you to learn your set, how about it?"

Thinking of the scene when Commissar Konstantin was embarrassed to touch his rough face covered with scars and ask himself for advice, Dejefos couldn't help but sigh.

Maybe it's not a bad thing to be here.

"Sergeant, we've got another unit, but it's ......" At this point, the scouts sent out earlier also returned.

"How?" Djefors asked.

"Those, it seems, are gene stealers."

In an instant, Dejefors made a swing, Taryn? They're coming, too? Djefors' head was almost a lap in size.

"Anyway, let's go and have a look first." Dejefors made up his mind.

"Everyone, trim for ten minutes, get ready to go, we're going to fight the bugs next."

Let's just a bunch of genestealers.

Dejefos prayed to the Emperor secretly.