Warhammer Inquisitor

Chapter 317 The Rise of the Primarch: Time for Action

Countless pairs of reinforced military boots stepped on the hard concrete ground, and those pairs of footsteps shook the guns on their backs as they ran, as well as the tactical vests hanging on their chests. Running with big strides, it kept colliding with the external grenade on the other side.

A whole class, a dozen students carrying guns and wearing tactical vests ran out of the gate under the magnificent city wall. They ran quickly along the front of the wide gathering square, and the leader of the squad, Silva, held a hand. Holding the gun, the other hand pressed his helmet and ran at the fastest speed.

Silva is in a bad mood because they are late since TM!It was still late in front of everyone in the hospital. The entire assembly square was already full of people. The companies stood neatly on the square with their guns in their hands. Behind their infantry brigade were armored vehicles and trucks that had long since stopped. , the crew members sat on the chariot and looked at the few people who were running past the entire courtyard.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Toulouse, hurry up! It's a shame, since we are late for gathering in front of the whole hospital!" Silva turned to look at Toulouse behind him, the young loader was leading two ammunition boxes with both hands , with the laser gun slung across his back as he moves.

Toulouse ran with two ammunition boxes with explosive fuzes in his mouth, breathing in a low voice, "Stop yelling, Silva, you're only making us more embarrassed."

"I told you not to put all the equipment in the warehouse! It's better to put it in our dormitory, you can carry it when you get up, or you have to run through most of the artillery courtyard to get the equipment every time you get up, it's reliable now! You lost your eyes! Run! Run fast!" Silva yelled at the team members behind him, and slammed the laser gun he was holding back on his back, he turned and ran to Toulouse, grabbing Passing an ammo box in his hand, he dragged him by the arm and ran forward.

Toulouse was carrying another ammunition box, and his free hand immediately grabbed the gun belt that was constantly swaying around his chest. He tried hard to fix the laser gun that kept hitting his back because of the swing, and then immediately began to complain and talk to him. protest.

"I think your brain is fooled by the food made by Huck in the cafeteria. Can tm's shells be put in the bedroom?! You think we fell asleep that day, someone bumped when they got up to go to the toilet and then all Is the class going to blow up? You have to bring the other unlucky bastards in the whole building!"

"Come on, Toulouse, now is not the time for you to quarrel with me, everyone hastened their pace! Hurry up! Hurry up! For the emperor's sake, hurry up!" Silva said, turning his head behind him The team members shouted, and everyone ran behind panting with heavy ammunition boxes and tool boxes on their backs.

The weight of these unfortunate bastards is more than a little heavy. Their full set of individual equipment is nearly [-] kilograms. When they are carrying a box, they can directly load the weight to more than [-] kilograms. Seriously , they can carry these things up and run is already called the superman of the empire, but obviously, their squad leader thinks that they are too slow.

Silva's anxiety is understandable. After all, they are literally running past the entire academy. The senior and middle-level students of the entire academy are gathered here, and tens of thousands of people all occupy the huge gathering square. It was so full, looking down from the rostrum on their side, it was like a black ocean.

Silva couldn't stand the feeling of being stared at by everyone. He felt his face flush red. It was all too embarrassing. The square, came to their destination.

The dean standing in front of the artillery academy walked anxiously. He looked at the students standing upright with their guns. Their ammunition was at their feet, and the artillery of each squad had been installed in the rear of the assembled troops. On the chariot of the armored department, artillery was pulled behind the armored body, and it was already ready to go.

Everyone was ready, and all the people in his hospital were here, except for a group of people. The dean of the Artillery Academy looked at the watch on his wrist and walked in front of the team in annoyance, and soon he heard that. The rapid footsteps sounded immediately.

He watched Silva and the others run over breathlessly. Silva himself let go of his arm when he ran to the dean, and the unbuffered inertia directly made Toulouse, who had not yet stood firm, throw him out. Falling to the ground, the box in his hand slid towards the Dean.

The artillery chief stepped on the ammunition box, and the sliding ammunition box immediately stopped moving and got stuck on the iron-studded surface of the military boots. The chief looked at the loose Silva with the laser gun in front of him. His steel helmet was crooked on his head because of the sprint just now, Toulouse standing beside him staggered to his feet, his legs were weak, and the other team members behind them were similar.

"Report to Dean Cullen! Class 6 has assembled, please."

"Enough Silva! Get me your military uniforms! The Emperor is on top, you look like a bunch of idiots from the rout of the defense!"

Dean Cullen cursed and grabbed Toulouse who had just stood firm in front of him. He dragged his collar and pushed it into the gathering team on the side. Then Cullen immediately took Silva's collar and pushed and kicked him. In the assembled team, "Find your position, stand up immediately! Hurry up!"

After Kulun kicked the two squad leaders and the deputy squad leader into the team, he turned to look at the remaining members who were standing holding the ammunition box. They looked at Cullen and seemed to be stunned, which made the Dean so angry that he wanted to directly Killing these idiots here, he swung his arms and roared, "Is there a word on my face?! Get in and stand!"

The rest of the squad was startled, then shoved each other into the team, moving chaotically through the crowd like a flock of chickens thrown into a shack.

"Stand for me immediately! Silva! Control your people! Don't make a mess like a group of junior freshmen!" "As commanded sir! Stand for me!"

Silva, who had sorted out his equipment and military appearance, immediately began to organize his subordinates. The chaotic team in his roaring and dragging quickly regained discipline, and the entire team quickly integrated into the team smoothly, instead of being like A bunch of idiot pheasants running around.

Cullen looked at them helplessly holding their foreheads and sighed. At this moment, there was a shout from the next department. It was Deonick of the Infantry Academy, "Hey! Cullen! Are your schools ready?"

"It's all here! There's a lot!" Cullen turned his head and shouted over there. Deonik laughed, looking at Cullen's team direction, especially Silva, who grinned, "Come on, don't come. , your students just ran over in front of me just now, they look so funny when they run, the equipment on them is tossing around, I'm afraid they will hit us in the face!"

The infantrymen laughed along with their dean, and Deonic laughed and looked at the annoyed Cullen, "It is said that the armored soldiers are like locusts, the infantry is like ants, and the artillery is the dung beetle, you look very good. It fits that statement!"

Cullen's face was blue, and he looked angrily at Silva, who was standing here bewildered at the dean who was glaring at him. He stood up straight and seemed to forget to even breathe.

But Silva's luck is good, maybe Cullen will punish him, but that's not now, because the chief commissar dean of the Political Commissar College ran over from a distance, he was wearing the commissar's turtleneck trench coat, the commissar on his waist The bolter and chainsword attached to the red belt swayed from side to side as he ran.

The chief political commissar ran to the front of the rostrum, his military boots slammed into each other's boots, and stood upright as he stepped to look at the huge team assembled in front of him, "President Nakhimov is here! The whole hospital reports the number!"

"All of the Infantry Academy are here!" Deonic, who was still laughing just now, immediately shouted in the direction of the rostrum. Upon seeing this, Cullen also stood up and faced the direction of the rostrum.

"All of the Artillery Academy are here!"

"All the Armored Corps Academy is here!"

"The Aviation Academy is here!"

"The Naval Academy is assembled!"

With a series of counting sounds around, Silva finally breathed a sigh of relief. He watched Cullen who turned around and finally recovered his life. Now he can only hope that his performance in action will make Dean Cullen. I forgave myself, and just when Silva was still hoping that he could be spared the punishment, there was a neat sound of standing at attention.

Silva looked towards the front of the team, and after all the deans had finished reporting, the chief political commissar turned around and saluted the rostrum in front of him. Dean's lecture! Political commissar Joseph!"

The political commissar, all the deans, and all their students stood at attention and looked at Dean Nakhimov, who was walking on the edge of the rostrum. He was wearing his wide, big-brimmed hat and a black military coat, standing on the floor of Terra Gray. Under the misty space, the spotlights on the high walls around the surrounding square hit him, and the pitch-black coat swayed slightly in the cold wind, making him look full of majestic aura.

The dean stood on the large rostrum and overlooked the assembled army below. The black steel helmets and military uniforms formed a pitch-black ocean. In the black sea, a cold beam of light flashed. It was a laser gun carried on everyone's shoulders. The light reflected by the light.

Nakhimov looked at the rear of the infantry phalanx that filled the entire square. Armored vehicles and tanks were parked together. The members of the armored vehicle team wearing black armored jackets and anti-collision soft hats stood there. In their own positions, they drilled out from the hatch cover and looked straight at the rostrum in front of them.

Nakhimov stood on the rostrum, and behind him stood Charles and the officers. They stood in a line behind the dean, and Heinrich also stood with them, looking at the dean in front of him.

The judge looked at the dean who was standing in front of him. He raised his head slightly and looked at the sea of ​​people below, "You may have heard the recent news that Terra is in great chaos. The riots are everywhere, and there are mobs who want to subvert the empire. And the reason for all this is that the high lords are gathering food without restraint and greed, with complete disregard for the life and death of the inhabitants of Terra."

"Your superiors, as well as their superiors, have also received admonitions from the political commissars. The political commissars must have told you that it was all lies, the most shameful conspiracy of the enemies of Chaos, trying to divide us from within."

Nakhimov looked at the academies below, and looked into his own eyes. The students standing in the cold wind were all carrying guns. Within the surrounding high walls, tens of thousands of eyes looked at the rostrums on the rostrum. Nakhimov, who was still standing above him calmly, looked at everyone below with his hands behind his back.

"The commissars are doing the right thing, they need to maintain morale and discipline, keep everyone motivated in the coming Chaos Invasion, I believe we will win, I know you all are motivated, and your enthusiasm is enough to rival the Star Torch , and shoot through all the haze and darkness, so you don't need lies!"

Nakhimov shouted in a loud voice, his voice can be continuously echoed and expanded in the surrounding towering city walls without any amplification equipment, and through the echoes, it becomes as loud as equipped with amplification equipment, enough to make everyone in the entire academy sound. All heard his voice.

The students looked at the dean on the stage, and the latter raised his hand and pointed to the wall on one side, which was the direction of the council, "I am your dean, I will not deceive you, so I will tell you all that It's all true! The high lords greedily plundered the food and stored it in the palace, completely ignoring the life and death of the entire Terra outside the city walls!"

"They assured me in a high-sounding manner that it was all to defend the palace, to allow the palace to hold out in the siege until reinforcements arrived in the coming siege, and they wooed me and told me to just join them, my academy, you and I can share a portion of the food, they are trying to buy off the Chung-si Academy!"

Nakhimov almost roared and said that the students all looked at the dean on the stage, and their deans and the officers behind them also looked at Nakhimov on the podium. They stood up straight and carried their backs. He stared at the dean intently.

Nakhimov waved his fingers, then clenched his fists suddenly and stood in front of him, "They thought they could bribe me! Let me turn a blind eye to their stupid behavior! They also want the Chushi Academy to be their accomplice to suppress Terra. Insurrection, and that is impossible! Not to mention whether our glory allows us to do such a shameless thing, and even then, the rebellion that such atrocities provoke will be unstoppable! No one can stand against a whole sea! That tsunami would destroy all of Terra and ultimately threaten the safety of the Emperor himself!"

"And even if we block the rebels and suppress the riots, we can't stop Chaos from landing at any point in Terra. Anyone who has learned a little bit of military knows that it is passive defense, and lying is equal to death!"

Nakhimov clenched his fist and slammed it to one side. He roared and roared. His voice echoed over and over the entire square, and echoed among the young soldiers with guns. They all looked at the dean with eyes wide open. Fierce light flashed.

"These arrogant high lords! They have been greedy for many years, only thinking of their own interests, and have no responsibility or loyalty to the empire and the emperor at all, and now they have to abandon the entire Terra! Threatening the Emperor's safety!"

"They thought they could bribe us! They arrogantly thought that the Zhongshi Academy would obey them, but they were wrong! Us! From the moment our academy was established, from the moment the surrounding high walls stood up! Our loyalty is only To the immortal God-Emperor! To his Marshal! Holy and great Marshal Vito Constantine!"

Nakhimov roared and pointed sideways to the magnificent colossus behind him. The colossus standing in the center of the assembly square and the steps outside the main building of the academy was the statue of Vito. The tall Supreme Marshal stood behind Nakhimov with his hands behind the rostrum. Holding the burning holy sword in front of him, he looked at the crowd below while wearing a battle robe.

"I rejected those idiots! They thought they could buy our loyalty? They were wrong! We do not fear death, and the Emperor's loyal heirs do not fear the impending crisis!"

"I have one more thing to tell you! You bastards, put your ears up and listen! Marshal Vito has returned to Terra, and he has seen all this determined to remove the Council of High Lords! Pass it on to me! Now I will pass on that order to you too! Today, now, you will go to the council on the orders of the High Marshal and the Emperor, and remove the council of high lords!"

Tens of thousands of people in the audience stared at the dean on the stage, the roar echoed in everyone's ears, everyone clenched the laser guns in their hands, and the tank commanders held their fingers on the edge of the turret, from far away. Looking out over the colossus of Vito, and Nakhimov on the podium below it.

"You will definitely make history today! You will not only be the first warriors to kill those thieves and worms in thousands of years, but also the first warriors who will fight under the banner of Marshal Vito in ten thousand years! You will be with the Marshal. Let's meet the eternal night together!"

Nakhimov's speech reached a climax. He immediately stood at attention and raised his arms in salute to the tens of thousands of academies in the audience. While salute, he roared in the loudest voice, "By the order of the marshal and the emperor! Loyalty! For the Emperor!"

"Loyalty!!" Tens of thousands of mouths roared at the same time. The shout echoed through the entire academy like thunder, and the deans of all departments turned around immediately following the shout.

"Everyone turn back! Run and get on the car!" Cullen shouted at the same time as the deans around him, and immediately the huge assembled team behind them responded. Silva and all the students around turned around at the same time. The team immediately rushed to the group of chariots parked at the back of the square in an orderly manner.

The infantrymen carried guns like ants that climbed up the stakes, and quickly climbed up the chariots. They took all the vehicles that could be carried, from the compartments of military trucks, to the inside and outside of the Chimera armored personnel carrier, and Riemann. The turrets of the Ruth main battle tanks were filled with infantrymen.

The armored vehicle commander looked around at the soldiers around him. He glanced at the densely lined assault convoy behind him, turned and slammed the hatch wall beside him, "Start the engine! Let's go!"

Following the command of the commander, the engine of the chariot started, and the first tank squatted forward and forward immediately. Holding the gun on the handle on the side of the turret, he watched the tank drive into the giant gate avenue behind the square.

The dean turned to salute Nakhimov on the rostrum in the distance. The latter, along with Ciel and others behind him, stood up to salute the commandos. They watched the huge armored convoy roaring into the magnificent avenue that left the academy.

At the end of the avenue, the huge iron gate that had been closed for many years slowly opened with a roar, and the guard students on both sides of the position outside the gate turned to the outgoing armored convoy with their guns. They stood at attention to the passing commandos. salute.

"For the Emperor!" shouted the guards, and the cadets in the chariot responded with an equally loud voice, and above their heads, dozens of Valkyries rushed out of the high wall, roaring and charging Towards the grand hall in the tall buildings in the distance, the Council Hall of the High Lords of Terra, which stands in the thousands of buildings in the palace.

The armoured convoy also drove into the main road leading to the hall, rumbling on its tracks and heavy wheels and rushing into the street, the flying battle flag accompanies the first chariot into the avenue, and the Emperor's flag flutters on the street. air.

Everything that happened today will go down in history forever.

(End of this chapter)