Exhausted, exhausted, few and precious, the veterans who inherited the nobility and chivalry of this age were romantic, stupid, but also pragmatists.

The mine is small in size (compared to a real battlefield), has no cover other than the rocky ice blocks, and is seemingly invulnerable, especially when the large number of beastmen and cultists entrenched in it, making it almost impossible to enter.

At present, the Imperial Guard has no weapons to storm into, and the ammunition for various weapons is gradually running low, so it is extremely difficult to win this rescue operation.

But there will always be a way, at least the Sun Lord already has three or four plans in mind, although I don't know if it can be effective enough to win a big victory, but it is enough to complete the task.

But only this time Alan Baier was very quiet, he just looked into the distance, his body hidden in the dark tunnel, lying on his stomach like a poisonous snake.

Because he was not the commander of the operation, to be precise, although it would be foolish to let such a serious military operation be in the hands of a novice, but the Sun Lord gave the right to the second lieutenant, and then the lieutenant.

This is also why Alan Baier is very special, he has never regarded power as something to enjoy and love, but can be handed over anytime and anywhere, his only bottom line is that this power should be used by the right people.

He only became the Sun Lord because the Empire needed him, and this position was in the upper echelons of others, and the situation could only be worse.

He is not arrogant, he is not complacent, he does not feel that power and power are everything, even if he can no longer raise his hands to destroy a world, he will happily enjoy a comfortable life.

However, in this dark fortieth millennium, power is responsibility and something that can never be shaken off, like a curse lingering on the heroes of the past, even Kane, the old one-eyed, the kind of heroic staff officers have to return here after exiting the battlefield, and finally disappear in the whirlpool of war.

At this moment, Alan Baier taught the second lieutenant in the hope that he would have a good death, and if someone took those things, his busyness would stop, and the Sun Lord was like a poisonous snake, looking at the second lieutenant selfishly.

The second lieutenant watched with binoculars in hand, the cultists' guns were loaded early, automatic guns called shell throwers, and a small number of laser guns formed the chaotic procession.

It may be the confidence in the seclusion of this place, after all, unless the person who comes is a native of Skady, or a large fleet that must not hide from the birds, it is definitely safe.

But the lieutenant's thoughts were mixed, and he looked at the distant cavern, a pitch-black wooden table carved with a crimson Chaos Eight-Pointed Star, in which the cultists in pitch-black robes prepared vellum paper.

Its location is in the core of the mine, under the whole huge crystal stalactite, which is four or five meters long, and the creation of nature's magic is not only beautiful, but also bright, and the light of the reflection color under the nearby light source is colorful to set off the religious nature of its chanting platform.

"What's that?" The second lieutenant observed the terrifying ornamental shelf beside the skull-filled prayer table, and asked the Sun Lord, because the religious aspects of chaos were strictly restricted by the Empire, and to be precise, this was the first time the second lieutenant had witnessed a heretical act in the actual sense.

Alan Bair watched the actions of the cultists in front of him, who held aloft the thick brown paper dossier and sang the praises of the greatness of the Chaos Gods in an unpleasant hoarse voice, and the Sun Lord answered at this moment.

"The choir... Probably, morale-boosting. He could only reply, but the lieutenant's attention was all on the brown paper, which was thinner, thinner, much thinner, much lighter in color and more paper-like than the Empire's standard kraft paper, but those who had been through the battlefield knew what it was.

Of course, Alan Bair didn't think it was brown paper, there were crafting equipment in the empire to make something similar to cowhide, but the cultists certainly couldn't get animal skin in this ice and snow, and there was actually only one living animal here, the one that was working in the mines.

The ensign's angry fist tugged weakly at the ice, he was still a true mortal compared to the Sun Lord's abnormality, he couldn't smash his power into the adamantite level ice, just as he couldn't kill the villains, especially when he realized what those things were made of leather.

Alan Baier only asked lightly, as if this matter had nothing to do with him. "Have you made a plan?"

The lieutenant nodded, his eyes hesitant. "I want you to beat the opening song of this plan, a fierce long sound."

The Sun Lord looked interested at the moment and spat out a mouthful of white mist. "Let me hear it, stupid boy."

The second lieutenant pressed into the Sun Lord's ear, and Alan Byer's expression quickly changed from indifferent to amused, and he tasted from this grotesque plan the style of the young man in the beginning, when he was in the trenches, he proposed the plan to his lieutenant colonel, to be precise, crazy!

"Interesting, very interesting, Emperor willing, if this plan is successful, we can save a lot of effort, and two logging guns will solve this problem."

"But how can you be sure that the cultists will do that, if they are biased, we will definitely kill civilians by shooting." Alan Bair offered his idea, and the second lieutenant only said coldly.

"Then let them die for the Empire."

Alan Bair had to nod, this is the will he needs as the commander of the Imperial Guard, and it is also something he hates but cannot abandon, if the strafing results in the death of thousands of civilians can be exchanged for the Imperial Guard to take this area, then this price is not unacceptable, being enslaved is death, and being killed by his compatriots is the same.

At this moment, the second lieutenant and the sun lord are like two gods, judging from above, judging a person's supposed priceless life by etiquette and fate, just because this dark universe can turn good into evil, and deteriorate into even more evil, and the only good is ruthlessness and conformism.

Don't think, don't sympathize, don't be curious, don't explore, don't know, in this dark cosmic forest, personal reason is like a candle that can be extinguished anytime and anywhere, even if it is a genetic prototype, it is just a bonfire, and it only takes one bad weather to extinguish it.

The only sun that mankind can trust is the emperor who has no temperature, only a cold light like snow, once he was burning, but some people don't want to believe him, now he is no longer warm, although he still guides the future of the empire, the direction of mankind.

Those who survive can only be as ruthless as this ice cave, and this truth must be respectfully accepted by both the Empire and the cultists.

But there was one more thing that was very "warm" for those guys, the prayers of the Chaos Gods sounded from the choir, and almost instantly, all the cultists turned their eyes to that side.

At this moment, the Sun Lord was holding a gun and said to the second lieutenant. "Aren't your plans ready yet? Isn't it just ice? ”

The second lieutenant had the mining equipment of the engineering team in his hand, and I have to say that this young man of the nest capital was ingenious and liked to do tricks, and even knew how to operate a heavy drill, but he was wiping his sweat and humming equipment to remove a transparent concave mirror from the wall.

"That's it!" He held up the half-human-tall object, rough but could tell that it already had a basic optical gathering ability in its beautiful arcs.

Alan Bair just pulled out his weapon, adjusted to hot melt mode, and shouted to all the Skadi soldiers. "Wait, don't look at anything where the heresy is, don't listen to the foul language of the heresy, don't understand any of the heretic's thoughts!"

"Now, close your eyes!"

All the cultists were now focused on the choir, and the trio of cultists were singing in chorus, amplifying and emphasizing the almost unrecognizable words through filthy megaphones.

Even in the cultist camp next to the mine, there were people who endured the cold and walked out of the door, paying attention to the teachings of the Chaos Gods, and in this cold hell, even they had only this thing to look forward to.

For anyone, working here is a grind, and even the most loyal people need something to stabilize their minds, and the fixed time, three times a day, is the time when they enjoy what they need.

Trucks transporting minerals, resting camps, factories for handling the dead, soldiers guarding citizens, all stopped and looked at their gods.

Alan Bair leaned sideways, looking at the lens, the lieutenant holding the thing with his eyes closed, and the Sun Lord grumbled again. "You kid is really crazy, this plan gives me a green-skinned feeling!"

He adjusted his position, and the second lieutenant scolded with his eyes closed. "Boss, don't turn around and say I'm whimsical, hurry up and shoot!"

The Sun Lord scolded back. "I'm complimenting you, stupid!"

The lieutenant holding the instrument next to him gave a thumbs up. "It's okay, the angle is confirmed, and the coordinates are fine." His expression was complicated, and then he closed his eyes, and for the first time in his mind, he realized why the Sun Lord didn't choose him, not just because he wasn't a Skadian, but because he was really unfit to deal with the ever-changing battlefield...

After the loss, the sound of the gun appeared, and everyone understood that it was the sound of hot melt accumulation, burning air and water molecules, and it represented a strong light that needed to be used to by the shooter, what would happen if such a light was strengthened again and then fell into the extremely transparent ice stalactites?

No one can guarantee that this is nothing more than a whim on a whim, but Alan Baier accompanied the second lieutenant to carry it out, and there was something to do, and the surprise was extremely risky, but there were amazing benefits!

They are ready to launch anytime, anywhere.

At this moment, the tired citizens of Skadi in the ice cave collapsed from the cold and physical exhaustion, and the cruel leather whip followed.

Smack! The thing tore through the air and whipped at the slave's bare skin, the mouth chapped and the poor man with skin to his bones but no response.

The Skadi here are only men, to be precise, young men, and the cultists separate people by age, physical health, and status, and then "use them as needed", such as young and beautiful women, and young and strong men, the treatment must be different...

"Another one down! Someone carry it away! The tall mutant looked at the fellow dissatisfied, as if he were annoyed that the fellow was disturbing him to enjoy the scriptures, ironically prostrate himself under the hive, but now the other way around, and the enslavement was exaggerated, so that even the guy who took the man away was a skinny Skadian like him.

Today, this nest has been turned into food, labor, power, productivity, and thousands of vitality into props and consumables.

And such oppression represents resistance, the most terrible resistance, after all, both paths are death, and while the consciousness is still burning with the flames of the emperor, many young people have privately raised their weapons, and the mining manuscript can also smash the heads of those animals.

When the shriveled Skadi man was dragged down, his already withered body suddenly erupted with fierce power, shouting a word for the emperor!

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!" The shriveled voices kept appearing, and the crowd was full of young adults, although they were vulnerable to malnutrition, but the flame in their hearts had never been extinguished.

But immediately one of the guards raised their weapons, killed the thing that didn't know whether it was alive or dead, and then cursed. "That bastard, don't mention the name of the Corpse Emperor here!"

"You are all maggots, no longer have faith or personality, your souls are nothing but bait for the gods of chaos, and your bodies are only the material of giants and demigods!" The beastman had long horns, a distorted face, swollen muscles, and abnormal mutations that gave him the ability to wield Ogelin's spear, making him even more imposing.

People curled up, the sound of leather whips became more and more frequent, and the sound of mining manuscripts hitting minerals, heavy equipment was operated by cultists to smash through thick high-intensity glaciers, and then ordinary people approached like props, using brute force to smash and collect ordinary minerals embedded in ice cubes little by little.

Those contradictions have all been suppressed by force, and dissatisfaction can no longer be suppressed, many young people are strong-blooded, and some are elites who have served in PDF, or gang members, killing people is just commonplace!

Fate keeps turning, and when murderous intentions are rising, the actions of the Imperial Guard are in line with the hearts of the people.

"Fire!" Alan Bair shouted, and a fierce glare suddenly appeared, the kind of light that was cold, blinding, and terrible, gathered through the lens, and fired into the distance, like a projectile of a laser gun, straight into the pulpit.

The cultist priest happened to be speaking of passion at this moment, and he shouted that the gods of chaos will be gracious to us, bringing light and warmth to this place!

The leader of the beastmen nodded, listened to the chanting voice, and witnessed the "light" towards the gods, and his eyes suddenly disconnected from his own brain!

He felt a sudden stinging in his head again, bright red blood moistened the thick coat on his chest, and his powerful body made him turn to see the attacker, the blurred eyes, the bright red world, all he could see, it was a miner with crazy eyes.

His head was groggy, and he shouted with all his strength when the miner raised his weapon again. "The workers have rebelled!"

(End of chapter)