Chapter 258 Retreat

The flames and fire of the explosion drowned the rebels. The sound in the tunnel floated back and forth, but the oxygen content in this place should not be high. The flames just popped up suddenly and then disappeared quickly.

No. 0 walked over and found that the big rebels were still alive. They were still alive under the shock wave of the explosion and the cutting of fragments.

Silently picking up the shovel on the ground, No. 0 gave them a good time and cut off their heads cleanly.

"There are no enemies around here, but be careful of the third lighting unit. There is a trip mine there."

No. 0 took the shovel and approached the grenadiers who were standing there and shocked by his wonderful performance. He stopped at the third lighting unit and cut off a tightly stretched thin iron wire from the ground.

He looked at the grenadiers, and the grenadiers looked at him.

As if thinking of something, No. 0 looked at the thick layer of undried blood on his shovel, twisted his wrist a few times, and finally threw it hard to the ground.

A beautiful double-headed eagle was swung out.

Grenadier 19 looked at the double-headed eagle made of blood on the ground, looked at No. 0 who was very satisfied with the result of his shovel dance, and finally looked at the engineer shovel in his hand.

"This seems... really cool. How to do it?"

The cold thoughts of the Kriegs filled with war and atonement began to have a crack, and everyone present paid great attention to the double-headed eagle on the ground.

Several grenadiers had already put their hands down, their fingers gently tapped the handle of the engineer shovel, and their wrists twisted slightly, as if they were imitating the movements they had just seen.

"Sir, there are no enemy troops nearby. We have to go deeper to see people. Do you want to continue moving forward?"

The voice of No. 0 came, which made Grenadier 19's consciousness shift from swinging a beautiful blood sky eagle to the current combat mission.

".Keep going and eliminate all the traitors."

"Yes, sir."

The grenadiers continued to move deeper into the tunnel. The order they received before the assault was to move forward, to move forward at all costs, to break through all fortifications and positions, and to fight all the way to the core of the factory in the scrap steel plain.

So there is no need to consider any turning back. In Krieg's creed, there is only forward and death, and there is no exception.

The grenadiers here are getting farther and farther in the tunnel, and the battlefield outside is becoming more and more chaotic and difficult to distinguish between the enemy and us.

Commissar Charade silently watched the situation on the battlefield. They did a good job in breaking through the enemy's defenses, but the death rate was too high even for a commissar like him who had served in the Death Corps for 5 years.

As the assault corps went deeper and deeper, the last few lines of defense that were built like plains finally showed their use.

The high platforms and turrets relying on the factory structure and urban structure can pour fire on the soldiers rushing in from a high position. And they could not even find a decent shelter in this simple trench group.

"So, this position sandwiched between the trench group and the factory fortress structure is the real battlefield? We haven't even set foot in the factory area, and we have suffered such a heavy loss."

It's so sad. Political Commissar Charade silently put down the telescope in his hand. If it were other corps, they should have recalled these soldiers at this time, abandoned this uncovered plain, and then continued to consolidate the first line of defense they had captured, and then slowly eroded this area.

There is no doubt that the Krieg Corps has the ability to break through the solid position. Other corps even find it difficult to break through the crossfire of the first and second lines of defense.

A large number of casualties will shake the courage of the soldiers to charge, and the strange enemy will shake their determination to kill the enemy. And those artillery that almost fell on the footsteps of the infantry charge, only the Krieg people can achieve such ruthless and accurate infantry-artillery coordinated operations.

He touched the whistle in his hand, wanting to blow it to let other Kriegs realize the temporary disadvantage of the second assault, but he was vaguely worried about his life.

You should stop them before the attack, not after the attack.

This was taught to him by the retired old commissar, who served in the Penal Legion, Catachan Legion, and Krieg Legion for nearly 50 years in total.

It can be said that this is a legend among the commissars he knows, and was taught to him by a ruthless man who was praised by Zhongsi Academy and had his portrait hung in the Zhongsi Gallery.

"But this is our duty. Our duty as a commissar. Our duty as a commissar of the Krieg Legion."

Charade repeated it over and over again to encourage himself. He quickly recalled everything that the legendary commissar who retired to the cemetery world taught him.

He still remembered that day, and remembered that he had little interest in finding this old senior to confide all the depressing scenes he saw in the Death Legion. He felt that his spirit was a little difficult to bear.

"Hehe, are you troubled by the meaning of your existence?"

"Yes, sir, I feel that my meaning as a political commissar has disappeared."

"Okay, okay, let's talk, kid." The old political commissar pulled over two chairs and motioned Charad, who had just joined the Death Corps, to sit down.

"Thank you." Charad took a cup of hot water from the old political commissar, took a sip, and then confided his doubts.

"At least what we, the political commissars, learned in the Loyal Si Academy, we are the backbone of the army, the last courage and integrity of the army. We supervise the soldiers so that they can better serve the emperor, but..."

"But here you feel like you're the soldier being supervised, right?"

Charade scratched his head in distress, but without objecting to the old political commissar's judgment, he continued to speak.

"I vaguely know that they call themselves sinners, saying that they are a legion that has sinned deeply and cannot be redeemed. But if even soldiers like them who sacrifice their lives can be called sinners, then wouldn't I be the real one? of."

Charade did not continue to say anything, but the old political commissar already understood what he meant.

The old political commissar stood up and patted his shoulder, "I had the same idea as you when I came in. I felt that my existence was meaningless. This is a group of soldiers who do not need supervision, and soldiers who do not need the political commissar to order them to charge."

"I have led many regiments, some of them are out-and-out scum and villains like the 1145th Punishment Regiment, and some are the disobedient thorns of the 18th Catachan Jungle Demon Regiment."

"For those legions, I need to establish prestige. I need to gain the fear and admiration of the soldiers through fierce battles and self-proof."

“But at Krieger, none of that applies.”

The old political commissar turned back and took out a stack of documents from the table. The contents above were similar to the basic skills and knowledge required by diplomats and communications officers.

I can always find some very crude pictures.