Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 759 07.758: "The last company is advancing"

The sun slowly set, and the sky was dyed orange-red, just like the flames of war burning on the earth.

The sound of artillery fire had ceased, except for sporadic gunfire heard faintly from distant neighborhoods and deep underground, like the lingering echoes of war.

Staff Officer Clausewitz lay on a stretcher, exhausted.

He took off his dusty military supervisor's wide-brimmed hat and gently placed it on his chest. He slowly closed his swollen and sore eyes, trying to find a little rest in this brief peace.

Just then, a tall, shirtless man, covered in dust, stepped into the edge of his vision.

"You are injured. What happened?" the man asked in a low and powerful voice.

"Damn sniper, Your Excellency the Commander." The military supervisory staff officer struggled to get up. Seeing this, the Krieg soldier beside him hurried forward to help him up.

He looked at the regimental flag in Horatio's hand, which symbolized honor, and forced a smile, saying: "You succeeded, and you regained the honor of the soldiers. We won, and the blood feud has been settled.

Thank you, Captain.

By the way, General Blücher has something to say to you."

"Where's the grenadier sergeant?" demanded Horatio.

The staff officer shook his head and replied: "I didn't see him, the battle was too fierce.

The bloody street fighting was witnessed by all. Perhaps he died in a corner, or perhaps he is still fighting with the remaining enemies on a battlefield. "

Horatio silently rolled up the flag and handed it to a Krieg soldier beside him.

"The operation is over, and my term as 'acting leader' has also come to an end."

Horatio smiled reluctantly and said slowly, "I have learned a lot during this period. Many times, if you don't really put yourself in the ranks, you can't understand the essence of it. Thank you, thank you very much."

"Horatio!!!" A familiar voice came. He turned around and saw Farida, who was covered in dust, running towards Horatio excitedly.

She threw herself into Horatio's arms, her face bloodied, and rubbed herself gently against him.

After a while, she couldn't help but let out a "hiss" - the wound broke and blood oozed out again.

"I'm so glad you're okay! We were all shocked by your sudden loss of contact, but we all believe that you are safe." Farida hugged Horatio tightly, and after a long time, she raised her head and looked at him.

"You are hurt." Horatio reached out his hand with concern and gently stroked the wound on Farida's face.

"Minor wound! Scratched by shrapnel! Well, I hope it won't leave a scar."

Farida curled her lips and wiped the blood off her face with her white gloves that had long since turned gray and black. Then she said confidently, "Do you know? Louise and I were the first to climb the southern city wall, open the city gate, and let the armored troops enter the city!"

She stood with her hands on her hips proudly, her eyes full of anticipation, waiting for Horatio's praise.

"You arranged all the operations on your own." Horatio stroked Farida's golden hair covered with a layer of dust, his eyes full of satisfaction.

"Well! I learned a lot! I can also help you form a naval landing combat force in the future!" Farida once again emphasized her new abilities with a gleam in her eyes.

Horatio looked at Louise, and they looked at each other with tacit understanding, and both showed a smile that said "there's nothing you can do about her" on their faces.

"Hey, why are you shirtless?" Farida realized belatedly what Horatio was wearing and looked at his strong muscles with suspicion and fascination.

"Uh um…" Horatio was at a loss for words.

[I can’t say that I was blown off my clothes by the psychic wings in a high psychic environment.]
He thought to himself, and then explained: "My clothes were torn during the hand-to-hand combat, so I just took them off. Don't worry, you see, I'm not hurt."

"Hmm?" Farida stared at the red skin on Horatio's shoulder and expressed doubt about his answer.

"Uh...it's a birthmark," Horatio said stiffly.

"Hmm?" Farida was even more suspicious, thinking, it's not like we've been naked and honest before, don't I know if you have a birthmark there? It's not like we were doing it with the lights off and eyes closed. "Uh..." Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Horatio was about to confess.

Just then, the tired battle sisters slowly walked over from the other side of the street.

Their faces were filled with fatigue and their silver armor was stained with blood, some from fighting and some from rescuing the wounded.

“Horatio was indeed injured, but he’s fine now.

It's a high-energy environment there, with plenty of power of faith, and I've healed his wounds." Sister Arabella stepped forward and said softly.

"Hmm." Farida stared at Sister Arabella warily, her eyes moving back and forth between her proud breasts outlined by the power armor and Horatio's naked upper body.

"Hmph, Sister, I'm glad you did your job. I thank you on behalf of my love."

Farida resumed her usual arrogant tone of a lady from a noble family and implicitly asserted her sovereignty.

"It's getting dark and the temperature is dropping quickly. I have a long velvet robe here. Although it may not be suitable for your status, it is very warm and comfortable." Sister Arabella did not seem to care about Farida's words. She forced a smile on her tired but still beautiful face, held a white robe in both hands, and handed it to Horatio.

"Thank you. It is indeed a bit cold at night in Carpathia, and it would be rude to meet General Blücher naked." Horatio took the white robe, put it on, and thanked Sister Arabella.

A Valkyrie fighter slowly hovered beside them, and the pilot skillfully adjusted the jet nozzle to avoid blowing uncomfortable air.

Veronica excitedly jumped down from the front cockpit weapons operating position.

"Captain!~Wow, you looked so handsome climbing the bell tower today!!!" She jumped towards Horatio and gave him a big hug with her petite and voluptuous body.

Behind her, Fasha took off his helmet and gestured "OK". She parked the Fury as Horatio requested and switched to a vehicle that would take him to the siege army headquarters.

"I'm so tired after these two days of high-intensity combat. I want to have a snack~" Veronica opened her big round eyes, looked at Horatio pitifully, and said coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, after we return to the ship, you and the pilots of Skyhawk One can have three extra meals in addition to the meals. The wine and drinks can be taken from my personal inventory." Horatio agreed with a helpless smile.

"Great!" Veronica jumped up and down with joy.

"Let's go, we're going to the siege army headquarters." Horatio stepped onto the boarding steps of the Valkyrie fighter.

The plane slowly took off, and Horatio stood at the door, overlooking the devastated land. His soldiers saluted him one after another, and their neat movements and determined eyes made him feel warm.

Suddenly, Horatio's eyes widened and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

"What's wrong?" Louise noticed his abnormality and asked with concern.

Horatio's lips trembled slightly, he swallowed and said, "That's..."

He was sure that he saw it correctly. Led by the grenadiers' sergeant, 93 Krieg soldiers were saluting him as he left the airport, paying him the highest respect.

Horatio silently counted the number of men, 93 soldiers, not one more, not one less.

In such a brutal battle, it stands to reason that even the most elite stormtroopers would not be able to escape without any casualties.

They participated in the attack on the Ypres position, experienced the dangerous Battle of the Tomb, and engaged in the bloody battle of the Lower Nest, but their number remained at 93, exactly the same as when he first arrived at the 1313th Regiment.

This is incredible!

Just as Horatio was full of doubts, the 93 soldiers turned around in unison.

Led by the grenadiers' sergeant carrying the military flag, they held Lucius rifles with bayonets on the front and walked with firm steps towards the streets where the fighting was still going on, throwing themselves into the fierce battle again until they disappeared into the darkness, as if they had never been there.

Until a rebel shell landed in their ranks, Horatio clearly saw that the soldier who was splashed by the shell resolutely got up from the ground, holding the Lucius laser gun with a bayonet in front of him, and returned to the marching column again.

The last company is advancing.

(End of this chapter)