Chapter 114

The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on the ruins of the hive.

Because the heretical heretics retreated inexplicably, handing over the occupied middle hive area, the Defense Force quickly took over the front line and began to deploy new defensive lines at the entrance of the lower hive nervously again.

And those civilians who survived the brutal street fighting during the day, with the baptism of war, faded away from their immaturity and confusion, and turned to become a little firm.

Regarding these people, the attitude of the Defense Force and the Law Enforcement Department has also improved a lot compared to before, letting them retreat to rest temporarily and sending a portion of military rations.

Looking at the military rations distributed to his hands, Alvin was really a bit difficult to swallow. This thing... if he didn't see it wrong, it should be corpse starch, right?!

This is the regular Planetary Defense Force!

If the Defense Force is eating corpse starch cans, then what are the other civilians who were forcibly conscripted eating?

"You... eat this thing?"

His eyes twitched, looking at the soldier next to him.

"Hi... it's good to have something to eat, company commander." The young soldier next to him, obviously not very old, touched his crew cut and grinned: "When Governor Hadley was alive, our rations certainly wouldn't be corpse starch, but... who let Governor Hadley die? Our rations naturally dropped several levels. Now this thing can't even be supplied normally."

Damn upper hive nobles, they dare to deduct this thing?

Alvin simply couldn't imagine that the hive nobles could be stupid to this point. You know, this is the ration of the Defense Force!

Could it be that that group of damn insects is so impatient to let the heretics break through the gate of the hive and cut off their heads and pile them together?

"Company commander, don't you eat?"

The young soldier next to him swallowed his saliva, staring at the corpse starch can in his hand, the obviousness is self-evident.

"You eat it." Alvin handed the can to the young soldier and got up to go to the barracks.

"Company commander, what are you going to do?"

The young soldier held the can, showing a happy expression on his face, asking this new company commander.

"Don't worry about it."

Alvin's mood was a bit heavy. He went straight to the center of the barracks, lifted the curtain, and saw Gray staring at the map, his brows furrowed, seemingly thinking about the tactics.

Seeing someone come in, Gray frowned slightly and was about to scold, but after seeing who it was, he forcibly swallowed it back and continued to stare at the map: "What are you doing here? Don't tell me you can't get used to corpse starch and are looking for me to open a small stove?"

"Report, Commissar Gray, no."

Alvin knew that Gray was the kind of old-fashioned officer. If he didn't report, he would inevitably be kicked.

"Okay, you don't need to call your position in private."

Gray glanced at him and sneered: "With your current standing posture, if it were in Cadia, I would have kicked you long ago, but forget it, what's the matter, just say it."

Another one from Cadia?!

Alvin was a little surprised. He originally thought that Commissar Gray could recognize "demons" simply because he had some knowledge. Now it seems that it is not like that at all.

People have seen more demons, chaos chosen ones, and chaos champions in Cadia than people seen in Loser, I guess.

"I want to ask... why are our Defense Force rations corpse starch?" Alvin was a little angry.

This thing is basically eaten by scavengers in the lower hive who can't find trash. But if there is a choice, who is willing to eat this thing?

"It's good to have something to eat..."

Unexpectedly, Gray was very calm and said lightly: "Our task is to hold the middle hive to the death, as for the others... hehe, it's better not to know too much."

"Let us hold to the death, then what about them?!"

Alvin was really angry.

This is no longer the degree of pig teammates, but completely treating the middle hive and even the Planetary Defense Force, Law Enforcement Department, Riot Squad, etc., as "abandoned pieces"!

Alvin could even imagine how those noble trash in the upper hive thought.

It would be best if the Defense Force could block the heretics. If they couldn't block it, then rely on the solid defense of the upper hive to wait for the Empire's support. In the worst case... a few nobles could take a spaceship to leave Loser!

In short, it's just one sentence... no loss!

No wonder the Empire has been going downhill for thousands of years. How can we revitalize the glory of the human Empire and drive away heretics by being with this group of insects?

Alvin wished he could let the heretics rush in and cut off all the heads of the nobles, but reason told him that dying together with insects had no meaning!

"Is there... no opposition?"

Alvin was a little unwilling and asked: "What about Governor Hadley's family? Didn't they stand up to oppose it?"

"Hahaha... Hadley? All killed."

Gray smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head: "You should know about the assassination of Governor Galken, right?"

Alvin nodded: "I know, but I don't know exactly what happened."

"Exactly what? You don't expect me to tell you the truth, do you?" Gray took a puff of smoke and said: "I don't know more than you. The Planetary Governor was killed, and then we were urgently recalled. The last order we received was to hold the hive to the death, wait for the Imperial reinforcements to arrive, until the last drop of blood is shed for the Emperor, and offer our lives."

"Damn insects! Trash!"

Alvin punched the table in anger, his eyes splitting: "That group of trash who are afraid of death, it's already this time, and they still want to protect themselves? Even if we lose, can they survive?!"

He was angry at the trash of the upper hive, who were afraid of death!

Clearly enjoying the benefits of the Empire, but at this time, they were like turtles shrinking their heads.

Damn! Should be killed!

Looking at Alvin, who was filled with righteous indignation, Gray's eyes were meaningful, "You are a smart man, kid, but... do you really want to know the reason?"

His eyes gave Alvin a bad premonition.

But after hesitating for a moment, he nodded: "Yes!"

Commissar Gray didn't speak, took out an iron box from his inner pocket, and threw one to him regardless of whether Alvin wanted it or not.

Then, he picked one up, took a deep breath on his nose, put it into his lips, bit the cigarette butt, and glanced at him.

Alvin understood and took the initiative to light it for him.

Sizzle...

Tobacco sparks lingered, and he took a big puff.

"Puff..."

Until this time, Commissar Gray seemed to briefly unload the burden on his body, showing a relaxed expression, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "That day, it was the Emperor's Ascension Day, the Planetary Governor was parading, however..."

Speaking of this, he paused, his eyelids drooping: "No one noticed that there were heretical psychics who mixed into the crowd, taking advantage of the fact that no one noticed... killed the Planetary Governor."

"The next thing, you should know. When we were urgently recalled from the wild, we learned that the Hadley family... everyone died, and all their heads were cut off and arranged into a blasphemous Chaos eight-pointed star."

"Wait, you mean... the Hadley family was assassinated in their home in the upper hive, and their heads were cut off?"

Alvin suddenly had a horrifying thought: "Heretics mixed into the nobles of the upper hive and led this assassination?"

"Not bad, at that time the remaining families had the same idea as you, so they urgently closed the gate to the upper hive."

Commissar Gray rubbed his eyebrows and sighed: "And until now... for a full fifteen days, there has been no news from the upper hive, except... the last order, guard the hive, until the last drop of blood is shed, for the Empire, for the God Emperor, for humanity!"

"Could it be..."

Alvin's pupils shrank, his hair stood on end!

"Kid... your knowledge is still too little."

Gray patted him on the shoulder, his tone was inexplicably heavy, and he whispered: "In your impression, nobles must be afraid of death, so they closed the upper hive, shrunk inside, and watched us fight for our lives outside, right?"

Alvin opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

"No one... failed the Emperor."

Gray's eyes flashed with a touch of sadness, and he said softly: "Even nobles, I don't know about other hives... but, they are worthy of the title of the Empire, sacrifice... is the cornerstone of the Empire, life... is the currency of the Emperor, please use it well, don't fail yourself, don't fail the Empire, don't... fail the Emperor!"

"Don't think about it, kid."

Gray said earnestly, looking at the confused Alvin "This matter is not allowed to be told to anyone, corpse starch... is because of the incompetence and fear of death of the upper hive nobles, understand?"