Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 720 07.719: "Soldiers! I will personally recover our regimental flag!"

"Burp——" A loud burp suddenly sounded in the castle corridor.

Veronica rubbed her round, soft belly, with a look of satisfaction and worry on her face. She muttered to Fasha, "I'm so full. I ate too much tonight. Will the seat belt pinch my stomach when I go out at night?"

Outside the Knight's Castle, the night wind blew gently, making the flags flutter.

"Do you have any attack missions tonight?" Horatio asked with concern.

"Captain, this is our flight attack plan."

Anya Fasha stood straight, not slacking off even after a big meal. She handed a brown naval combat plan book to Horatio and said:

"Lieutenant General Malan plans to provide us with two weeks of air strike support. I have arranged for the Skyhawk Squadron to coordinate and cover the Kaledes Air Force in attacking the transportation lines along the way."

Horatio reached out and took the plan book. He quickly glanced through the contents, his eyes jumping between the lines, quickly extracting useful information from it.

From this plan, he could clearly sense the swiftness and ruthlessness of the action, with the focus of the attack directed at the enemy troops retreating along the traffic lines, which undoubtedly highlighted Lieutenant General Ma Lan's consistent style of action.

He nodded slightly to show his approval of the battle plan.

"Be safe. I will return to the regiment and reorganize the troops. The enemy is on the verge of collapse and chaos. This is a good opportunity for us to expand our victory." Horatio closed the plan book and returned it to Fasha.

"See you on the battlefield. Get on board, Captain. I'll take you to your regimental headquarters." Fasha raised her hand and saluted in a standard eaves-pointing salute. Then she turned around, twisting her hips gracefully, and walked towards the direction where the shuttle was parked.
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Horatio stepped off the Skyhawk shuttle. The night wind whistled at him, and he subconsciously tightened the navy coat on his broad shoulders, both to keep warm and for fear of dirtying the last clean uniform on his body.

Looking around, it was pitch black all around, and the smell of gunpowder from the battlefield in the distance drifted towards me faintly in the wind.

He was already very familiar with this battlefield, and the shortest route to the regiment headquarters instantly emerged in his mind.

"Captain, we did our best to recover these nameplates from the battlefield."

Outside the regiment's command post, two Krieg soldiers walked over with heavy steps, their figures stretched out in the dim moonlight.

The boxes they carried were filled with blood-stained nameplates. The owners of these nameplates were soldiers who died in this attack.

From the 1313th Infantry Regiment alone, as many as men fell on this brutal battlefield.

Many of them fell while rushing towards the enemy's trenches and fighting for the narrow passages of the trenches.

Since the bodies fell in a relatively concentrated area, it was not too difficult to collect them. However, each nameplate represented the passing of a living life, which made people feel sad when they saw it.

"Captain, I also counted which areas suffered the most casualties during the breakthrough. This information may be useful to you."

The staff officer came to Horatio's side at some point, bowed slightly, and handed the record book to this special commander.

Horatio took the record book from him and slowly flipped through it in the faint moonlight.

In the record book, the order of breaking through the trenches during the breakthrough battle was carefully drawn using sketching techniques, and the number of casualties was recorded in detail in notes next to each breakthrough point.

Under the cold moonlight, these numbers seemed to tell him the cruelty of the battle.

"Perhaps you can combine the advantages of the Imperial Navy to reduce casualties in certain attacks." The staff officer suggested softly.

"This is very valuable first-hand information! Thank you, Staff Officer."

Horatio raised his head and looked at the staff officer gratefully.

Having professionals help analyze casualty data was undoubtedly an extremely valuable experience for him.

Especially for the future naval infantry brigades with smaller numbers, reducing casualties means being able to hold out on this planet longer.

"We have cremated a large portion of the bodies, and the last batch has been neatly arranged." The staff officer continued to report.

"I will preside over the final funeral. They are also my soldiers, and I should do so." Horatio looked solemn and spoke in a firm tone.

The staff officer nodded slightly, then signaled to the soldiers around him.

The soldier stepped forward quickly, holding a locked copy of the State Church's holy book that was kept quite clean and tidy in both hands, and handed it to Horatio carefully.

Looking around, the battlefield was filled with corpses piled up together, forming a mountain of corpses.

Under the mountain of corpses was a dug pit with fuel placed in it, supported on top by solid trench logs.

Such careful design is to ensure that what is left after cremation is complete ashes, rather than a tragic charred corpse.

Because the Kriegs have the habit of recycling supplies, from military uniforms to gas masks, nothing is left out.

At this moment, these corpses are all naked, lying there quietly, silently telling the cruelty of war.

The Krieg people practice complete communal ownership and have almost no personal belongings except for some small keepsakes.

After they died, all the public equipment and uniforms would be collected, cleaned and repaired in the rear, and then issued to new soldiers. Horatio approached the pile of corpses, looking at these men and women with young but pale faces, and a sense of sadness rose in his heart.

These Kriegs definitely looked to be under 20 years old, with the same facial features, skin, and body as most pure-blooded humans.

They are so young, yet they shoulder heavy responsibilities, step onto this war-torn battlefield, and eventually return to dust.

At this time, four soldiers stepped forward, each holding the four corners of a black cloth, and with gentle but solemn movements, they covered the pile of corpses in front of them with the black cloth.

Horatio withdrew his gaze from his concentration and thought and looked at the huge notebook in his hand.

"We have solemnly sworn to dedicate our bodies and souls to the Supreme Lord of Mankind since the day we set foot on the starry sea." Horatio's voice was low and powerful, echoing in the night sky.

The Kriegs who were attending the funeral bowed their heads when they heard this. The entire place was silent, and the gray-black soldiers stood there like cold stone statues, silently commemorating the heroic sacrifices of the dead with their own culture.

"From their skulls was forged the Emperor's throne.

With their blood they built the walls of the galaxy.

When the tracks of the Leman Russ tanks crushed the remains of the alien,
As the promethium flame licks the twisted carrion of chaos,

Their names are engraved in the light of Terra's Astronomican -

The tombstones of the nameless are a whole burning battlefield,

The monument to the Silent Ones is immortalized in the roar of each purification reactor.

Look at the dead bones floating in the water of the bomb crater:

The face corroded by acid still has a resolute look.
Fingers torn by sharp teeth still clenched the grenade fuse,
The chest cavity devoured by the plague pus still bursts out with the roar of "Death to heretics".

This is the most sacred martyrdom!
We filled our cannonballs with their ashes,

Let the fortress of heresy crumble amid the embers of the dead;

We welded their nameplates into our armor,

Let the Titan's steps shake the wrath of the heroic spirits.

There are no tears, only the blue flames of promethium burning the alien nest;
There was no mourning, only the roar of the chainsword as it tore through the flesh of the heretic.

Emperor, these broken bodies were once farmers, miners, and people of thousands of worlds.
Now he returns to the Golden Throne in the most sublime form—

Their twisted finger bones are still cleaner than the crowns of heretics,

Their festering eye sockets still shine brighter than the xenomorph's lies.

When the trumpet of the end sounded through the Milky Way,

May our heads and their bones pile up into a mountain,

Let those who come after us continue to charge forward on this scarlet staircase.
Until the last bullet of the real universe,
Shoot into the evil god's grinning throat.

They will sit on the Golden Throne.

Their spirits will live forever!"

When Horatio delivered his last eulogy.

Bang bang bang!
The Krieg heavy artillery company nearby fired the extended-range shells that had been adjusted at the right angles. The warheads carried the snow-white ashes of their compatriots, and these shells would directly hit the enemy's field storage base (FOB) that had been discovered by reconnaissance in the distance.

24 cannons banged, flames spewed from their muzzles, and shells cut through the night sky, flying into the distance with sharp whistles.

The earth then shook once again, trembling slightly, as if it was mourning for the lost lives.

Horatio looked at the soldiers holding flamethrowers and nodded slightly.

call!
The raging fire sprayed into the pit below, and piles of corpses were ignited one after another. The raging fire illuminated the dark night. The firelight reflected on the soldiers' masks, and the firelight jumped on the eyepieces, reflecting a tragic color.

The silent Krieg Grenadier Sergeant came over from the side, holding a long golden pole in two sections in his hands.

The golden light caught Horatio's attention.

[Is that... an eagle emblem flagpole?!]
The grenadiers' sergeant managed to convey his meaning using sign language. He found the flagpole but failed to find the regimental flag.

"Don't worry, soldiers." Horatio took the flagpole from the sergeant and held it high in front of the soldiers of the 1313th Infantry Regiment. The reflection of the fire made the Imperial Sky Eagle shine.

"I know where the flag is. Believe me, since I have been appointed as your leader, I will definitely take back our flag with my own hands!"

(End of this chapter)