A successful ambush shattered the cultists' strategy of "ploughing the court and sweeping the holes", but this does not mean that everything is fine.

The bloodlets, who fled into the building, were small in number, but inflicted a large number of casualties on the mobilizers.

The demons descended into the building at lightning speed. The cultist troops advanced in the rear, intending to isolate and then completely destroy the line of defense of the mobilized troops.

A bloodletter demon can easily deal with a squad of dozens of people. They eliminated machine-gun fire points on the battlefield, destroyed barbed wire, and created favorable conditions for the cultists behind them to break through trenches and obstacles.

Although the demons were gradually eliminated with the courage of the mobilized soldiers to see death as home, at this time their defense line had been chiseled by these demons.

As the follow-up Chaos Followers arrived, the defensive line of the mobilized troops quickly collapsed, and the dead and wounded were piled down. A large number of cultists crossed their defense zone and came to the last line of defense of the lower nest.

This situation was a great surprise to the Lower Nest Council, who did not expect that the otherwise good situation would deteriorate so quickly.

Fast, too fast.

It's too late, new weapons have not yet been produced, new soldiers have not yet been trained. The loss of another line of defense meant that another large area was turned into a battlefield, and many factories were exposed to enemy guns. This is another heavy blow to the current low production capacity of the nest.

How long will the last line of defense last? Nobody knows.

More than a dozen members of the Lower Nest Council gathered around the round table and were silent. On the table was information about the current battlefield, and they looked listless and discouraged as they looked through the reports. The atmosphere throughout the parliament was lifeless.

One of the council members let out a long sigh and threw the report back on the table.

"Everyone knows what is going on and we've done our best. No one wants to see this situation in front of them, but the Empire's support is still long overdue, and the cultists are already close at hand. I think we should have planned ahead. ”

"Oh? Dylan, what do you mean by that? You're not going to surrender, are you? One of the officers in the council asked with a narrowed look in his eyes.

The officer's expression and words pierced Dylan's heart, and he stood up in annoyance and yelled:

"We've done what we had to do, we've done our best! But does the Empire really care about us? Damn support! I just want to live! It was the empire that failed me first, I have a clear conscience! ”

"Enough!"

The officer couldn't stand Dylan's gibberish any longer. He sprang to his feet, pulled out the weapon he had strapped to his waist, and pulled the trigger at Dylan.

After a "jump", Dylan's body fell to the ground.

It all happened so suddenly, and the officer's action of drawing his gun and shooting was fluid. The other members of the council simply did not have time to react.

Looking at the councillors who were staring at Dylan's corpse in a daze, the officer slammed the table in anger. Draw everyone's eyes to yourself.

"The empire has only soldiers who died in battle, and there are no soldiers who surrendered! Even if there were, that person would never be me! ”

"I'll keep an eye on you for the Emperor! Better not let me find out about any infidelity on your part! ”

After saying that, he left the scene angrily.

The rest of the parliamentarians looked at each other, not knowing what to do. At this moment, another officer stood up, he straightened his clothes, put on his military hat, and walked towards the door. muttered in his mouth:

"Commissar Ivanov is still so grumpy."

"Daniel, what are you going to do!"

Hearing this, Daniel, who had walked to the door, stopped. He turned his head and swept over each councillor with a scrutinizing gaze. It's as if trying to find out who was asking me just now.

The councillors who were staring at Daniel lowered their heads, not daring to meet Daniel's sharp gaze. Frightened by the imminent death, Daniel shook his head and walked out the door. Only two sentences remained:

"I am an officer, I will go to the front and die with my soldiers!"

"You guys, do it for yourselves."

When the remaining councillors heard this, they were ashamed of their cowardice. Thinking of Ivanov's disdainful gaze in the face of himself and others, Daniel's disdainful look towards himself and others. They also decided to put it together.

Damn, isn't it just to dedicate yourself to the emperor! Done!

Who hasn't dreamed of being an imperial hero? I can do that, too!

They grit their teeth and cross their hearts, putting life and death out of the way. Began to revisit the discussion of how to fight the cultists who were close at hand.

After discussion, the strategic intention of the Lower Nest Council at this time was to conduct an active strategic defense, but at the same time it was necessary to carry out a series of offensive campaigns in areas such as weapons factories, food processing plants, energy power plants, etc. These vital facilities must be in their own hands.

Before the last line of defense is breached, organize your forces to the best of your ability to face the onslaught of the coming cultists.

The Lower Nest Council once again issued a notice to the inhabitants to recruit soldiers to fight the cultists. I hope that everyone will work together to defend their homeland.

As the cultists approached their nests, the people of the city shared the same hatred, and countless volunteers joined the combat operation and chose to join the newly formed troops. But in fact, many officials and civilians still chose to abandon the city and flee. They were frightened by the cultists in front of them, and began to go to the outskirts of the nest, and even fled towards the bottom nest in a panic.

And Ivanov, as the political commissar of the empire, naturally could not bear such an act. He led his soldiers, captured all these men, distributed them with rudimentary weapons, organized them into a force, and personally led them across the line into battle.

He will command this group of soldiers who are about to enter a special nightmarish war zone.

If the discipline or morale of these people is shaken, Ivanov will take all necessary steps to restore order. Under the unwavering gaze of such a man, these cowards are forced to do what they thought would never be possible.

Ivanov would not hesitate to shoot the fleeing soldiers. Nothing restores discipline than to shoot those disgruntled, and when these cowards watch the brains of their erring colleagues spill before them as a bullet through the skull, they are reminded once again of the importance of duty and discipline.

Such an unwavering demonstration of a commissar's authority ensures that the first soldier to try to flee the battle will also be the last to do so.

Commissars, the symbols of imperial authority, their only duty is to ensure that everyone fulfills their duties in the name of the emperor. and punish mercilessly any weakness they see.