Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

The noble commander carefully looked at the soldier for several times before finally confirming that the soldier was indeed seriously injured and was unable to respond in time to the sneak attack from the soldier just now.

His eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and pity. He sighed slowly and said gently to the soldier, "Get up. This is not your fault."

Hearing these words, the soldier felt relieved and burst into tears of gratitude. He struggled to get up from the ground, his body trembling slightly and his face full of pain.

But she still managed to force a smile and express her gratitude to the noble commander: "Thank you for your kindness, sir."

Of course, the noble commander didn't know that he also had a share of credit for the soldier's sneak attack, but he escaped the disaster thanks to the soldier's superb acting skills.

However, the noble commander did not continue talking to the soldier. Instead, he turned to face all the soldiers present and scanned each of their faces.

His voice was low and firm, as if carrying an unshakable determination:

"I don't know if there are still people among you who want to surrender and survive. If so, please leave on your own. I won't stop you.

After all, you have made great sacrifices in stopping the heretic invasion this time. Only a few dozen of you remain out of over a thousand people. You can be considered to have fulfilled your duties conscientiously."

As soon as the words fell, the entire scene fell into silence. The soldiers looked at each other, their eyes flickering with complex emotions: hesitation, determination, and sadness.

At this moment, a soldier suddenly stood up, his voice choked but firm, saying, "Sir, I will continue to follow you to eliminate those heretics. My brother died at their hands."

After saying that, he bit his lips tightly and couldn't help but shed tears. His brother died in the enemy's artillery attack. He watched helplessly as his brother was blown to pieces not far away from him.

"Sir, I will continue to follow you to eliminate those heretics. If you hadn't taken me in, my family would have starved to death long ago."

Another soldier looked at the noble commander with gratitude and stated his choice.

"My lord, I also want to stay and resist the invasion of those heretics."

The rest of the soldiers also responded and stated their choices.

"Okay, since you all choose to be willing, continue to stay and resist the invasion of those heretics."

The noble commander looked seriously at the group of wounded but determined soldiers in front of him. His voice was low and powerful, as if every word was an affirmation of their courage and determination.

Then, the noble commander took a deep breath and continued:

"I'll tell you the truth. Just now I received a blessing from the Emperor, and gained powerful abilities. The reason why the traitor who attacked me just now couldn't hit me was because of the blessing from the Emperor."

His words exploded among the soldiers like thunder, causing a commotion.

"Wow"

The soldiers looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes, but more of it was excitement and anticipation.

"Sir, is this true?" a soldier couldn't help but ask, his tone full of awe.

"Sir, you have actually received the blessing from the Emperor?" another soldier said excitedly, his voice trembling slightly.

After hearing the words of the noble commander, these soldiers looked at him in surprise and asked questions.

This also made everyone understand why the soldier's sneak attack just now failed to hit the noble commander. It turned out that the other party had received the blessing from the emperor. This also made everyone extremely envious. The noble commander could actually receive the blessing from the emperor. This was a major event that no one could imagine.

The noble commander smiled and nodded, a confident glint in his eyes.

He knew that at this moment, the fear in the soldiers' hearts had been replaced by hope, and they would follow him more firmly to fight against those damned heretics together.

Amidst the cheers, the noble commander raised his weapon and shouted:

"For the Emperor! For the Imperium! We will fight heresy to the bitter end!"

"For the Emperor! For the Imperium! We will fight this evil heresy to the bitter end!"

The soldiers responded in unison, their voices coalescing into a powerful force that shook the entire ruined fortress. At this moment, they were no longer a group of ordinary soldiers, but a force with unwavering faith in the Emperor, ready to face the coming war.

When the noble commander brought this group of surviving soldiers to the outside of the fortress, they found that the outside of the fortress was also in ruins, with the corpses of mechanically modified humans everywhere.

Just when the noble commander wanted to organize manpower to rescue those seriously injured but not completely dead mechanical cyborgs, and incorporate those mechanical cyborgs into the combat troops.

Finally, the sound of tracks rolling on the ground and engines roaring could be heard in the distance. Judging from the location where the sound came from, they were getting closer and closer to the fortress, leaving no chance for these soldiers to rest.

"Prepare for battle!" The noble commander shouted to the crowd with a solemn expression. His voice echoed on the battlefield, sounding particularly loud, bringing back to their senses those who were still extremely excited because the noble commander had received the Emperor's blessing.

"Yes!" the soldiers responded in unison.

They knew there was no turning back now, and only a decisive battle with the heretics could protect themselves and their families.

So the soldiers who were still able to pick up weapons and fight took action. They quickly looked for usable cover. Some hid behind the collapsed walls, and some lay on the ground, aiming their weapons in the direction of the tanks.

Those seriously injured soldiers also took the weapons handed to them by the battle, lay on the ground and aimed at the direction where the tanks were about to come.

A tense atmosphere permeated the battlefield, each staring intently ahead, awaiting the enemy's appearance. The soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, their gazes firm and resolute. They knew this might be their final, life-or-death battle, but their faith fueled their fearlessness.

"Rumble"

As the sound got closer, two huge tanks drove out from the corner and headed towards the ruined fortress.

Behind the tanks are thousands of soldiers wearing sophisticated power armor. These soldiers carry various high-tech weapons in their hands and follow behind the tanks.

"attack."

When the tank entered the firing range, the noble commander yelled to all the soldiers and attacked the tank with the laser gun in his hand.

"Puff puff"

Under the command of the noble commander, a series of attacks hit the Apocalypse Tank.