Chapter 133: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Gus poured her a full cup of wine.

"Do you want to go back?"

Stella looked at him, her expression complex: "Go back where?"

"The battlefield."

Stella remained silent for a long time.

"I want to, but I can't go back."

"Why?"

"Because no one needs me." She sighed, then continued.

"Everyone thinks women should stay at home, and Nobles should enjoy life."

"Even I have started thinking that way—I've probably really grown old, and really resigned myself to fate."

She cried.

Gus said nothing, only pushed the wine bottle toward her.

By this point, it was basically half successful.

Gus had a universal formula for pursuing women, provided the other person didn't dislike you.

If he couldn't win her over, it was because they hadn't talked enough about their families of origin.

After she had cried enough, he spoke.

"I think you can still fight."

Stella looked up.

"I've seen photos of you when you were young."

"That kind of look isn't the look of someone who has resigned themselves to fate."

Stella looked at him, a light flickering in her eyes.

Just then, the Communication Device at Gus's Waist rang.

He answered, listened to a few words, and his expression turned grave.

"What's wrong?" Stella asked.

"On the Forbidden Wall side, a group of Green Skins bypassed the Defensive Line and appeared in the Rear."

"Troops need to be sent to Cleanup them."

He stood up and straightened his Uniform.

"I have to go."

He walked to the Doorway, suddenly stopped, and glanced back.

Stella sat there, still holding a Wine Cup in her hand, tear tracks still on her face, but a certain Desire in her eyes.

"How about it, Lady Stella, would you like to try?"

The next day, Stella appeared at an Outpost behind the Forbidden Wall.

She was wearing that Power Armor she hadn't worn in a long time.

She stood in the temporary command headquarters, with a simple map In Front of her.

Gus stood beside her, with several PDF officers standing behind him.

"There are about a thousand Green Skins, hiding in the Valley, currently repairing an Outpost."

"A thousand? Just that?" Stella frowned.

The officer looked at Gus, and Gus nodded.

"Yes, Lady, but the terrain is Complex, easy to defend and hard to attack."

Stella stared at the map, looking at it for a full three Minutes.

Then she began issuing Commands.

"The First Company will feint attack from the East, only firing without charging, to draw them out."

"The Second Company will ambush on the west side, and attack after they exit the Valley."

"The Third Company will circle to the north and block their retreat."

"The Heavy Firepower Group will occupy the high ground and wait for my Signal."

The officers looked at each other, then looked at Gus.

Gus nodded: "Do as she says."

The Battle lasted Less Than two hours.

All one thousand Green Skins were wiped out, with zero casualties on our side.

Stella stood at the Battlefield Center, looking at Green Skin Corpses everywhere, gasping for breath.

Her Power Armor was Covered in green blood, and her Chain Sword was still Trembling slightly.

But a smile unseen for many years appeared on her face.

That smile was bright as a proud sun suddenly rising on the Ice Plains.

"How was it?" Gus walked over and handed her a pot of water.

Stella took the canteen, gulped down a large mouthful, then looked up at him.

"So refreshing, really refreshing."

Gus smiled.

In the following days, Gus no longer sought out Stella.

But every day news reached Stella's ears.

Gus led the corps to wipe out a group of Green Skins, Gus won another battle on the front line, Gus was commended by the Governor.

She sat in that empty hall, restless.

On the fifth day, she finally couldn't hold back and went to find him herself.

Gus arranged battles for her one after another.

Each was carefully designed, with neither too many nor too few Green Skins, just enough for her to fight.

The terrain was treacherous but there was always a retreat route; the enemies were fierce enough, but their side's firepower always "just right" suppressed them.

After each battle, there was always a grand victory banquet.

Gus would stand at the very front, raise a cup to toast her, and push all the credit onto her.

"Lady Stella is the true hero!"

"Without her command, we couldn't have won!"

"Brevis Cross Medal? What's that! Lady Stella alone is worth a whole corps!"

Stella's face turned redder and redder.

In her thirty-plus years of life, she had never heard so much praise.

Then, on a night after a victory banquet, Gus escorted her back to her temporary residence.

The corridor was quiet, with only the footsteps of the two of them.

Stella stopped, turned, and looked at him.

"Gus."

"Hmm?"

She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

Gus smiled, stepped forward, lowered his head, and kissed her.

She did not refuse.

When Arumi Holstein escaped from prison, it was already the twelfth day after he was caught.

Everyone thought he was dead, but he had only been imprisoned.

For some reason, the Governor's people never killed him.

Even he didn't know how he escaped.

He only knew the guards suddenly slackened, a side door that was usually locked stood open, and he walked out of that cage step by step.

After he came out, he first inquired about his clan's situation, and after learning news of his wife.

Arumi immediately rushed to where Stella might be.

He ran for a whole day and night, finally catching up with that team.

When he arrived, he saw only an unforgettable scene.

Stella stood on a battlefield where a battle had just ended, wearing power armor, holding a chain sword in her hand.

Before her were a group of Green Skins just killed; behind her were soldiers cheering.

Gus stood beside her, pointing at a certain direction in the distance, as if giving instructions.

Stella listened seriously, then nodded, smiling as she said a sentence.

That smile was brilliant like sunlight.

Arumi hadn't seen that smile for many years.

Since they moved to Upper City, since he decided to "enjoy his remaining years."

Her smile became fewer and fewer, fainter and fainter, until it disappeared.

Now that smile was back.

But it was for another man.

His tears flowed down.

After the battle ended, the soldiers began cleaning up the battlefield.

Stella put away her chain sword and turned to walk toward Gus.

Gus reached out and wiped a trace of blood from her face.

She did not dodge; instead, she leaned over and rested against his shoulder for a moment.

Arumi stumbled forward, wanting to get close to her, wanting to call out to her.

But two soldiers rushed over and pressed him to the ground.

"Caught an escapee!"

"Send him to the outpost!"

As he was dragged away, he desperately looked back, but Stella did not see him.

In the prison cell, Arumi sat on the ground, face ashen.

The door opened, and Stella rushed in.

"Arumi! How are you here?! How did you escape?!"

Arumi raised his head and looked at her.

Those eyes that once made his heart flutter were now red, filled with guilt and panic.

"It's not what you think, Adult Gus and I are just friends, just..."

"Friends?"

Alumi's voice trembled, laced with mockery.

During his imprisonment, he had watched quite a few livestreams about Gus and Stella.

Not just ones from the battlefield.

Stella opened her mouth, unable to speak.

"Sorry." Those were the only three words she could finally say.

Alumi looked at her and smiled bitterly.

"Do you know, I don't hate you at all."

"It was I who locked you in that cage, it was I who made you lose yourself."

His tears had already run dry.

"If he can bring you back to life, then go with him."

Stella knelt before him, sobbing uncontrollably.

Just then, the door opened again.

Gus stood in the doorway.

"Stella, come out."

Stella stood up, gave Alumi one last look, then turned and followed Gus away.

The door closed behind them.

Alumi sat alone in the darkness, smiling.

Smiling and smiling, tears flowed down again.

He stood up, walked to the corner of the wall, where there was an exposed metal pipe, its broken edge sharp.

He put his neck up to it.

"He committed suicide."

When Gus told Stella the news, she was stunned.

Then she threw herself into Gus's arms and wailed loudly.

Gus held her, patting her back soothingly.

"It's okay, I'm still here."

Stella raised her head, looking at him through tear-blurred eyes.

That handsome face was full of gentleness, and the light in his eyes made her feel at ease.

She held him even tighter.

Only to discover something had pierced through her.

She looked down, it was an exquisite dagger, piercing through her heart.

Stella staggered back, nearly falling.

She raised her head, seeing the gentle expression on Gus's face disappear, replaced by disgust.

"Your own husband is dead, yet you still cling to the enemy."

Stella widened her eyes, unable to believe what she heard.

"You... what did you say?"

Gus walked closer to her, each step as if stepping on her heart.

"Your husband was caught by me."

Your family's property was seized by me, you were just crying over his death, and now you're leaning against me."

He smiled, that smile full of disgust.

"Tell me, a woman like you, isn't she disgusting?"

Stella opened her mouth to say something, but blood kept surging from her throat.

Gus raised his gun, aiming at her forehead.

"Goodbye, bitch."

Bang.

Stella Farrell fell down, her eyes still open, looking at the ceiling.

As if looking at some distant place she could never return to.

Gus put away his gun, glanced at the corpse on the ground, turned and walked out of the prison room.

In the corridor, a soldier was waiting for him.

"Adult, the Holstein Family..."

"Kill them all." Gus didn't look back, "Not one left."

The Winter Family, wiped out.

The Holstein Family, wiped out.