The trench is not an inhabitable place for human habitation, no matter what time or circumstance, its function is only to keep people alive, the soldiers are fed up, and the time is near, it is only a few hours before the Imperial Guard can charge, as long as nothing suddenly happens, everything will be fine.

Now the soldiers put on their gas masks, stood guard vigilantly, and took shifts, and before the end of the night, before the end of the next night, only before the morning of the third day, that is, in the suffocating early morning, the stars had not risen, and the moon was about to set, and the commander's position was only a few standard Terra hours after the death of his own stupidity.

The Space Marine's Scout troops, the young and elite Space Marine recruits who outperformed the Empire's grenadiers, the strongmen in improvised power suits and infiltrator armor, walked in a hurry, and then lay on the ground, in the mud of the small steep slope at a high place.

Leading the team is a powerful veteran who has made great achievements in battle, but because of his special mission, he does not carry power armor, although he has long had the ability and status to wear armor, which makes him extra loved by dozens of other recruit brothers in the reconnaissance team.

He was prostrate in the mud, the ballistic fibers had managed to keep the pants from sucking in moisture, and the special military boots and infiltrator armor on his body were not afraid of the harsh environment, he was like a beast, quietly watching the maggots hiding in the void shield in the distance.

The veteran activated the bird cloth device in his built-in armor once again, and made sure that the mud on his body did not affect the anti-detection properties of the special holy anointing oil on his armor.

The sniper blaster he wields is equipped with a quiet silencer and deadly armor-piercing rounds to detect and kill demons.

"It's messy, but it's not like an attack, their officers gathered a few hours ago, and something was going on inside the enemy." He lowered his mouth and used the communicator inside his armor to speak, a special technique that allowed him to be quiet even when he was not completely enclosed.

"Mind you, in my experience, there may be a war next, because there are only two things on the battlefield for the legion to move, and that is the preparation for war and the start of the war."

His team member asked on the communicator. "So, do you need to report?"

He replied. "Private! What are the two most important points of intelligence? ”

The soldier replied. "Timeliness and accuracy!"

"Then just wait for me!" He replied, and he was right, and after the soldiers had been buried in the soil a few more standard terras, he walked out of the enemy camp, about 17 people, clad in carapace armor, and the damn runes.

"It's their mother and the devil who made the bastard in hell!" The veteran pointed his sniper scope at the brute's head from a hillside near the enemy camp and affectionately called him "endeared" for runic heresy.

Ironically, it's apt, but it's not the power of their mother and the demon, it's the magic that the wizard has carved into it, though it's just as disgusting.

"What are they looking for?" The recruit asked.

"Look for us, what happened to those enemies, the stupid people who bombarded the dirt before would not do such a thing, then, someone changed those heretics." The veteran calmly replied.

"A murder?" As a recruit, but also a real Astarte, his mind is quick and he catches the clues.

"It's a good guess, but I can't judge the situation because of this, objectivity is always needed, whether you are a new recruit or veteran." The veteran lowered his body and buried most of himself in the wet dirt, and said. "Their perception is strong, don't take it lightly, the Chaos Evil God calls them from within their flesh and blood."

The recruits are also scattered, lurking, absolutely silent, if you look from the outside there is only calm ground and absolute tranquility, this is like stealth, the Space Marine's control of the body can also make his breathing completely silent, the body does not fluctuate, so they can be stone, they can be rotten wood, they can be everything, but not like a warrior.

Unlike most people's notions of the powerful, brutal, and sacred of Space Marines, in many cases, this kind of hiding is the first lesson of Space Marine's actual combat, like meditation, learning to control their bodies, and in many cases, such techniques are even more important than shooting and fighting.

They are hidden experts, and there is no doubt that the sheer silence and serenity of the rune heretics cannot be felt by the flesh, but that particular team of recites does not rely on mortal flesh and blood, but on the psionic energy that dwells within them.

It's hard to describe whether such a choice is right or wrong, they are not stable, and they have many mental problems, although their strong will allows them to serve the port of Enjili absolutely, but how long can such a day last?

The beasts were destined to serve only their gods, not mortals, and power and worldly power could only bind them for a while, so this move to seize power made most rune warriors happy.

In the squad that was ordered to move forward, the captain used the telescope to look around. "There are no enemies in sight, safety in the field of vision, forward." He calmly commanded, and the team dispersed, exploring the enemy in a network-like stance.

They were clever and didn't trust their eyes, and now that this seemingly vast and vast place had become a forest, they were touching any other being with all their senses, and as Katachan had said, it was quieter and more dangerous.

Soon, it became a strange world, and the people living here gave each other all their skills in order to find the enemy, as if the temperature in the whole area was much cooler.

Maybe it was the guidance brought by the Chaos Gods, the heretic team approached extremely quickly, maybe the captain saw that this place was suitable for ambush, or maybe it was a complete coincidence.

The veteran watched as the rune warriors approached as if they were guided by a divination instrument, and the recruits were already on the verge of a great enemy, and they raised their weapons anxiously, while the veteran just shouted. "Lying on your stomach!"

His words reassured the guys, and as the Rune Warriors walked through the inconspicuous steep slope with vigilance, it was clear that the luck of the Chaos Gods had led them to find the soldiers accurately, which was much closer than hand-to-hand combat, a few small dirt pits, and even enemies might have stepped directly over the body of the Space Marine.

The Space Marines breathed a sigh of relief as their boots clicked across the dirt, but the veteran shouted at the moment. "Shoot! Shoot! ”

They were discovered, and the Servants of Chaos were led by the gods as he felt the chill behind them, and there was no doubt that they had failed in this encounter, and the Space Marines crawled up in the dirt, and the Scouts stabbed them with their sabers.

Bite! The sound of slashing blades, then the rune warrior's chainsaw sword buzzed and sawed through the short saber, and the Scout had to retreat, pointing his explosive shotgun at the heretic.

The veteran shouted. "You can only rely on your evil gods to guide you, can you?"

"After all, if you don't have protection, you're not warriors, and I'll have three or four chances to kill you along the way, ha!" His mouth is unforgiving, but his ears are always focused on the evil fortress of the enemy in the distance, who even the Space Marines cannot escape from the enemy's sniping.

He just needs to deal with the enemy, then leave, debrief, as usual, simply and crisply.

The rune warriors didn't expect their acting skills to go wrong, and instead of answering sarcasm, they made an attack posture that was absolutely going to stop those warriors.

One of the rune warriors' veterans pressed the huge backpack behind their backs, and a strange stance surrounded the area, which also deprived the Space Marines of the opportunity to make a final report, and the information was blocked by evil technology.

They faced each other, as the two most experienced teams of fighters in this sector, one was in a hurry to leave, the other wanted to keep them, and the first was the new soldier of the Star Marine, who was full of personal ideas, couldn't bear it, and a burst of explosive bullets flashed, and the fierce fire forward, and the scattered bullets scattered.

But the rune warrior felt it early, rolling sideways, splashing dirt, and actually dodging the shots of the Empire's most elite weapons at a close distance, while raising the detonation gun that threatens all the space marines.

At the last moment, the heat rays began to accumulate, but there were flying blades, small sabers inserted into the barrel of the gun, displacing the heat, and the bright red beam only grazed the helmet of the Space Marine recruits, leaving black scars with flame lines...

"It's too impulsive, recruit, go back to the camp to increase training and recite the holy scriptures three hundred times!" The veteran scolded like an instructor and saved this stupid fellow, who was both in charge of the mission and the guardian of the little calves, and he was under great pressure, so he was also one of the most powerful beings in this warband.

But at this moment he couldn't leave easily with the team, those damn heretics were aggressive, he raised his Seiko blaster pistol, because the enemy camp had begun to move outward, and many heretic forces were gathering.

Time, they need time, it is not difficult to clear this group of enemies, but it is impossible to survive, no one can run through the weapon, then someone must tear through the enemy's defenses like thunder.

"Recruits, look at it, this is my last lesson, and it is also the last lesson I can give you, I hope you learn it clearly, and you will never need it." He said this, raising his firearm, and those rune warriors were also very nervous, after all, a space marine, none of them had the guts to take it.

The recruit just heard the words of the veteran and couldn't help but ask. "Sir, what are you doing?"

"Class, class, just like usual, only this time, it teaches the spirit of our war group, the soul on the ghost peak, the eagle claws of the destroying eagle, and the spirit of life to die." The veteran marched forward quickly, and the enemy was wary that they were outnumbered by the opponent, but they were not confident that they could take the opposite side.

Soon, such unconfidence turned into an attack by the enemy in the front row, and a battle of such intensity, a battle beyond the ability of mortals, a gaffe was the loss of life.

The molten ray didn't hit, it grazed the veteran's body, and the veteran approached quickly, and the non-human sprint force was more terrifying than any beast or enemy that those guys had ever seen, because, even without power armor, he was also Astarte!

"Disaster has struck!" The voice was loud, and it was incompatible with the usual teaching of this scout instructor, and it was only today that those recruits saw the true strength of Astarte, not a brother who was high up and wore power armor, nor an instructor who only reprimanded him verbally, but a real battle, a battle that tore the enemy apart, the power given by the emperor.

The explosive bomb tore open the mortal's head, his weapon was taken off, and the veteran gently raised his leg and kicked the chainsaw sword up, but the chainsaw sword used by the mortal was too small, and the space marine's two-meter fingers couldn't even pull its trigger to make it spin, and it was like a short sword to pick up.

But even without armor and decent weapons, and with only a little thumb on the trigger and a buzzing roar, the Space Marine veterans deter those enemies.

The recruits were stunned, and then picked up their weapons, but the veterans just scolded. "Go to the flanks, auxiliary routes, evacuate."

The recruit looked at his officer incredulously. "No, it can't be, we won't abandon you!"

"Then we're dead! Listen to me, it is not terrible to live to die, it is terrible to sacrifice meaninglessly, and if you are overwhelmed by the mortal forces that come after you, and die by bayonets or lasers, then you will be humiliated by the Eagles of Destruction. The veteran chattered as usual, as if those powerful rune monsters were training scarecrows.

The recruits bowed their heads, and the veterans shouted. "I order you, evacuate, and live!"

The fellows finally ran towards the camp, over the complicated hillsides and trench bunkers, and disappeared over the war-made plains.

However, the enemy did not let them go, and several warriors left the group, but the veteran immediately bypassed the enemy's obstacles with subtle movements, and used the chainsaw sword to perform a small craniotomy on the rune warrior who wanted to capture the space marine.

Finally, the bright red blood of the heretic moistened his cheeks, and the captain of the rune warriors turned ugly. "Don't let them go, we need to know the enemy's deployment, situation, tactics and planning!"

He stepped forward, but was nearly slashed by the chainsaw sword, if it weren't for the favor of Chaos, he would have gone to see his gods, he was worthy of the chainsaw sword, and the veteran looked at him as if he wanted to eat it alive.

"What, how are your gods?" He asked calmly, but the rune warrior scolded. "Shut up!"

He took out his weapon and restrained the veteran's movements, and the Space Marine, who had been training for a long time, was able to easily defeat the captain's attack.

He was the most powerful warrior, there was no doubt about it, but there were many enemies, and he couldn't deal with so many people, and soon he became scarred and panting, his carapace was stained with heretic blood, but his eyes were brighter, as if he was living to die, as he said.

And it was such a sacrifice, again and again, again and again, that dragged the empire away from death, and he was finally evaporated by the shots of countless mortals, but even so, those heretics did not have the courage to spare his life, because that arrogance might bring a terrible price...

And today's sacrifice, this lesson, brought ten future heroes to the Destruction Eagle, and also brought a preview of resistance to the surprise attack for the weakened Imperial Guard and the Fourth Company, preserving Loand's faint flame of hope!

(End of chapter)