Four hours after the Mantis Warriors arrived at the Imperial outpost.

The battle has passed its most intense phase.

Through the tireless efforts of the Space Marines and local resistors, six ships were completely captured, and all invading enemies were routed.

There are no more recalcitrant cultists in the vicinity.

They were either killed or hidden.

Others raised their hands in surrender.

Even if you have a bomb collar on your body, it doesn't matter if you will be a cow or a horse for the rest of your life, and you hope to continue to live.

In the end, it's just some despicable little shrimp, and they are coerced by the people around them to act, not to say that once they throw themselves into chaos, they have the attribute of never being defeated.

Generally speaking, the imperial side does not accept this kind of surrender, and it is worthless to keep it, and it is prone to accidents.

They are also not entitled to continue living.

Wei Mu was magnanimous and kept them for a while.

He had a simple stone monument erected for the dead and loyal soldiers, and the thousands of sinners who had surrendered were placed on their knees before the monument to listen to the many crimes they had committed.

Treason, murder, looting, terrorist attacks. Each of them was a felony, like a punch to their hearts.

Sinners know they are in a little situation.

"According to the divine laws of the Empire, you will be sentenced to death, to be executed immediately." The Uyghurs finally announced their fate.

If it was simply to kill the captives, it should be satisfying to the Phonophoria, after all, there is a part of his personality that represents the survival of the fittest in nature.

If you lose, it means that you are weak and should be eliminated.

However, after such a change, the original act of killing the prisoner became a fair verdict.

You were killed because you broke the law, not because you didn't win — you didn't have a chance to win.

And law is the basis of order, the opposite of chaos.

Although in the current chaotic environment, a very small number of actions like this do not have much practical effect, it is good to be able to deal with the fear of abuse a little.

Thousands of sinners were executed, and they paid the price for their betrayal.

But those who were killed by them will not be resurrected, nor will the grief inflicted on the survivors be erased.

As the battle ended, all parties began to report the damage to the Uyghurs.

"I am the commander here, thank you, Lord Jiedu, God Emperor, thank you for your timely reinforcements, the garrison has 1,043 people alive, and most of them can continue to fight."

The man in the shabby major uniform spoke.

"I remember that the full number of your garrison here should be 12,000 people, which means that the battle losses are more than ninety percent."

It was getting dark.

Wei Mu squatted in front of the stone monument in a very casual posture and lit a small fire on the ground.

"They are all heroes who have successfully fulfilled their oath to the God Emperor." Shane said, the expression on his face full of determination.

"Hopefully they'll be better off with the Golden Throne." Pastor Wei let out a long sigh, grabbed another handful of papers and threw them into the fire in front of him, "By the way, I heard that you were planning to die with the enemy. ”

"The enemy is powerful, only in this way can we inflict more damage on them, but thanks to your blessing, we still have a chance to serve the God Emperor."

"Yes, let's go to the pharmacist of the warband to check on the injuries first, and then rest for a while, and I'll take over the rest of the things here."

"Yes, my lord!"

Shane and the wounded soldiers saluted the Eagle, and then led them to the mantis warriors' makeshift medical room.

"Dear Lady Jiedu, I am Ena, the local head of the mining union, and 40,000 members of our union have survived, and more than 110,000 have unfortunately died. They have maintained their loyalty to the Emperor in their previous battles, fighting valiantly against their enemies. ”

After that, a middle-aged woman stood up and reported softly.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Wei Mu did not turn his head to look at her, but continued to keep the fire burning.

"And. I'm sorry, Lord Jiedu, some of us have lost faith in the battle and have chosen to submit to the enemy, but those have already been executed, and I assure you that not a single renegade has escaped the sanctions, and the garrisons can testify that the rest of us have no second heart for the Empire. ”

The person in charge named Ena hurriedly knelt on the ground and explained in a panic.

Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal.

The reason why she tried to hide it was because she was afraid that after this festival envoy found out, she would wave her hand and surprise all the people in their union.

For a bigwig who rules the entire star district, tens of millions of lives are just a matter of a casual sentence, even easier than stepping on an ant to death.

"After all, you are not regular soldiers, and it is very good that your mining union can do what it is now." Wei Mu didn't embarrass these people too much, "The empire will not pursue this matter, and there will only be records of the heroic battles of the union members in the archives, so you should go down and rest." ”

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Grace."

Ena was pardoned, her clothes soaked with sweat, and she left Wei Mu's side tremblingly.

Finally, there is the Praying Mantis Warrior Clan, a personal report from the old mantis.

"We have lost a total of thirteen people, the Lord of the Jiedu, plus twenty-seven people who were slightly injured, and four people who were seriously injured, basically all of them were killed by the chaotic creatures in the ship, and the remains and genetic seeds of the dead have all been recovered."

"So your condition is minor or severe?"

Wei Mu had already heard that the old mantis had been injured against Chaos Eggs, and had also noticed the discomfort in his lower back.

"It's just a trivial bruise, and the long-term absence of the battle formation has made my movements a little dull."

Neotra said with some guilt.

"Maybe after this, you'll hear some whispers from subspace." "They will find it easier for your mind to break through. ”

"You have revealed their colors to me, and I will never yield to them."

The old praying mantis said lightly.

"Prepare your warband, our battle with the Red Pirates has just begun."

And Wei Mu was willing to believe him.

After listening to all the briefings, Wei Mu continued to crouch in front of the stone tablet, adding paper to keep the fire burning, and thinking carefully about something.

"So what are you doing here?"

Seeing this, Moore on the side couldn't help but ask.

Every now and then, this kid will do something unbelievable.

"You're asking me?"

"Nonsense, of course I'm asking you, what's the point of that fire you made? It doesn't look like it's lighting for heating. ”

"You say this, this is a way of paying tribute to my hometown. They believed that by burning something in front of the grave, they would be able to send it to the dead soul. Wei Mu explained.

"So you've been burning those papers?" Moore was surprised, "Why do they want so much paper?" ”

"That's because people don't have that much to burn the real thing, so they use paper and the patterns on it instead." Wei Mu said, "The one I burned is yellow paper, which is equivalent to sending gold to the deceased. ”

"Feudal superstition." Moore waved his hand, "I don't see any effect other than wasted fuel and polluting the environment. ”

"Then building a church is still a waste of stone and manpower, do you dare to go to the Anglican headquarters and tell those gods and sticks?"

Wei Mu retorted, leaving Moore speechless.

He threw the last handful of yellow paper into the fire, and the flames rose to the extreme.

Suddenly, another strong gust of wind struck, blowing the burning paper into the air.

Vanished, as did those who had passed away.

"What now, the gold you sent to the dead was blown away by the wind." Moore reminded.

"Leave it alone." Wei Mu shifted his gaze to the sky, "Why don't you burn those traitor warships, it's useless to keep them anyway." ”

(End of chapter)