++ Think of the Day: Victory is Forged by Blood. ++

The scene in front of me coincided with the memories of the past, and Eric. It was as if he had returned to the classroom at the Loyal Heir Academy, where he sat upright, listening to the teacher with dozens of other orphans.

"Your only mission in this life is to serve the survival of humanity!" The retired commissar, who was blind in one eye and was composed of 60% of his body made up of prosthetic limbs, roared, "You are all loyal children, and your parents are heroes of the empire, who died on the battlefield defending the glory of mankind. You have been chosen because you are the most loyal, bravest, and smartest children in the entire empire! ”

Don wasn't the best person in the class at first, and he didn't even feel like he was a good match for the Academy, because he knew that he would be cowardly, afraid of death, and that he was just a mortal who wanted to survive.

Donn's father, also a political commissar, died in a chaotic invasion and was stabbed in the chest by a magic sword, and they returned him with his medallion and gun. Although before, Don didn't have much contact with his father because of family ties. But as he took the centuries-old blaster pistol and the gleaming "Order of the Storm" and "Terra's Flare" medals, he stared at the golden double-headed eagle on the medallion, which was staring at him with the same stern gaze.

After that, the recruiters picked him up from his home in Chaodu. Leaving the dark, dreary city away from the craft of building firearms, the pale boy was sent to the Academy of Loyalty, a peaceful realm, along with many other children of the same age, to begin the harshest training among the Imperial soldiers.

The Academy of Faithful Heirs has forged these mortal irons to the standards of space marines. They received a higher elite education, which was not available to civilians, and practiced shooting and fighting swordsmanship on training grounds until they were exhausted. Strict instructors require them to reach the level of a Space Marine as mortals. After graduation, most of the women enter the Order of the Sisters of Battle. Men either become part of the Storm Troopers or take the brimmed hat and become an honorable commissar.

Don became a political commissar.

He knew the cowardice hidden in his heart and his own powerlessness, so he studied hard in school with diligence that others could not reach. Only when he felt that he had become a little stronger would he feel a little relieved. He knew that if he went to the battlefield, he might be the first to flee when faced with the most critical situation.

But at least. Ostensibly, he became the best cadet in the academy. And achieved first place in all tests. The halo of honor weighed on his shoulders, making him even more desperate.

Fearful of death and fearful of responsibility, Don knows that he is falling into the abyss. He knew that people like himself would be shot on the battlefield. And he is the one who holds the whip of execution. At the academy, they taught him to be harsh, to hate, to distance himself from ordinary soldiers. As a commissar, he was to alienate himself from the soldiers. Maintain a relationship between superiors and subordinates, so that all soldiers fear themselves. He had to lead by example, he had to lead by example when morale was low, and he had to execute when someone didn't obey orders. When the commander escapes, he needs to take command. His mind is filled with military knowledge, as well as elective state religions and chaos theory, and he must always be on the lookout for psionics in his troops, watching for anyone to appear tainted by Chaos...... Commissar. The best example among the military!

Then, when he graduated and stood on the battlefield. Everything has become so natural. When a blast was fired into his head, a Krieg soldier jerked him to the ground. Warm blood sprayed on Donn's black officer's coat. He suddenly felt that everything was so nothing. The Legion of the Dead in front of them had no names, all the soldiers were just strings of code, marching silently, braving the heaviest artillery fire. And at this moment, despair has befallen the entire team, the opponent has three times the strength of the army and five times the firepower of theirs. Reinforcements still had twelve hours to go, but only two hours of ammunition remained.

He pushed the corpse away and chanted aloud the Emperor's edict.

"Death is our compass!"

In this desolate battlefield, the power of a mere human being is so small. Don knew this, which is why he felt more desperate than anyone else. The commander of this army had already been burned through the chest by the cultist's laser during the charge, and Don was the highest-ranking man in the entire trench. Facing such a desperate situation just three months after graduating from the academy is too harsh even for the chief student who has graduated from the Loyal Heir Academy.

He glanced at the black, silent nameless soldiers. He remembered the incendiary speeches that the instructors had carefully taught. The glorious names of those legendary political commissars in their pre-war mobilization speeches crossed his ears one after another.

At the end, he just raised the roaring chainsaw sword in his hand and roared, "Let's fight to the death here!" ”

Then he jumped out of the trench, and the point of fire from the logging guns opposite immediately began to pour devastating fire. He ran, rolled, and shot across the battlefield strewn with corpses, bullets grazed over his head, the hot burning sensation in the air scalded his flank, the fluttering black officer's coat pierced through the volley, he raised the blaster pistol in his hand, practiced 100,000 shots, and the blaster spun and flew out, blowing off the machine gunner's skull. He leaped into the enemy's trench with his sword, and the mutated enemy roared and rushed forward. He sank his sword into a pile of eyes of all sizes, turned around and shot a heathen in the chest. The tentacles whipped at his torso, and he lunged furiously, knocking him to the ground, before tearing through the cyst-strewn carrion with a roaring blade.

Following behind, the remaining soldiers of the 468th Regiment of Krieger's 88th Army poured up like a black tide, and these nameless soldiers relied on the last remaining ammunition to carry out a hopeless assault. The enemy's trenches and forts were captured, and then they were given more ammunition and were able to hold out longer.

Eight hours later, Don held a bullet-riddled flag as five Marauder bombers slashed over his head, spilling the Emperor's wrath on the cultists who were attacking in the distance. With the Valkyrie transport plane landing, the Krieg soldiers of the brigade took over his position, while Donn, who was mortally wounded, was taken to the field hospital.

The soldiers of the 468th Regiment who survived to support the arrival were only in single digits. The regiment's designation was abolished, and new regiments were quickly formed to fill the vacancies in the 468th regiment, and Donn underwent a brief investiture ceremony after being discharged from the hospital before being quickly transferred to the next regiment.

Later, he was asked why he could do such a heroic act. He pondered for a few seconds, then came up with his answer that was slightly different from the standard answer:

"Because the God Emperor is with me."

In that one-and-a-half-minute charge, he should have been crushed by a dense barrage of bullets, and there were a dozen bullet holes in his officer's coat, but miraculously, he was shot only twice, both abrasions. He didn't know if it was because of his own good luck, or because of the repeated training on the training ground year after year, or because the God Emperor in the Shadows saw his desperate struggle, and the God of Mankind sitting on the Golden Throne saw how he tried to forget the fear of death in his heart, how he tried to hypnotize himself, how he believed that the God Emperor of Heaven was watching him, how he led the remnants of the soldiers in a hopeless charge, and then at that moment, the divine light enveloped him, and he made him through thorns and jungles, Let him sweep away the filthy cultists, and let him successfully defend the dignity of mankind in this small land.

The illusion of a bloody battlefield and a dark cavern intertwined, and Don opened his eyes, his chaotic thoughts straightened again. He was trapped in a pile of Tyranid corpses, and several powerful arms behind his back were pulling him back.

"Stop! Dawn! Stop it!! ”

The political commissar, who had already fallen into chaos, gritted his teeth and turned around and swung his long sword wildly, which was blocked by another power sword. The Inquisitor punched him in the face, and Don was knocked to the wall of the cave by the strange force contained in the opponent's slender body.

"He is with me!"

The political commissar clutched his collar tightly, and his face was covered with Zerg bodily fluids. Just half a minute ago, this man suddenly rushed towards the depths of the wormhole at a swift speed, and even Su Jing didn't hold him.

After catching up, everyone saw him walking through the marching troops of the Tyranids, slaughtering a large number of battle insects with dazzling movements. As if blessed by the Emperor, every stream of acid, every rush of bayonets and sickle claws was dodged by him, and his blaster pistol and power sword descended like a god of the underworld, slaughtering the swarm.

"You can't kill me!"

The black-haired commissar sitting on the ground muttered to himself, his pupils dilated. For a moment everyone thought he was going to die, but ten seconds later, his heart was still beating. Su Jing looked at it for more than ten seconds, stepped forward, and took out a scarecrow doll from the side of his neck.

“…… Scarecrow again. ”

A bright flame ignited in Su Jing's palm, burning the creation of witchcraft to ashes. The dried straw curled up in the flames and exploded into a cloud of ashes. A gray evil force invaded Su Jing's wrist, but he swallowed it silently.

The black-haired commissar sat on the ground, blinking twice in a very slow motion. The judge stretched out his hand to help him up. The Raven Guard, who was standing outside, suddenly blinked vigorously under the mask, hesitantly raised the modified blaster in his hand and aimed it at the petite psyker.

In his eyes, Mary's face suddenly became unusually bewitching. Her body began to undergo unusual changes. Every soldier of the Empire knows the way, be careful of the psionics around you! Every psyker can be robbed of their minds by Chaos and become a demon minions.

As the mutation progressed, a purple mark appeared on the Sniper's neck...... One of the Four Pillars of Evil God, the evil talisman of Slaanesh!

The Raven Guard didn't hesitate any longer, and immediately picked up the blaster in his hand. (To be continued......)