Warhammer in a box

Chapter 294 The Role of Example

The battle went much more smoothly than Moren had imagined. The beastmen had no resistance to the weapons in their hands. The beasts that could easily destroy his existence fell one after another at his hands.

This even gave him a sense of unreality.

Before he knew it, Moren had killed the 15th beastman, and his figure rushed to the front of the team.

Marcus had been commanding these recruits while fighting, but a month was not enough time for the team to follow orders, which made Moon, who was at the front of the team, stand out particularly.

Marcus still has an impression of Moen, the young man who did not pee his pants in fear, and Moen's performance also attracted Marcus' attention. At this time, his record can be said to be the best among the recruits, better than those children born in military families.

"His name is Moen, right? Looks like he could be a good candidate for training."

The team successfully broke through the beasts' defenses, with only a few unlucky ones spraining their feet because they were too scared. The easy victory made the recruits relax their vigilance, not knowing that the real test was yet to come.

The surrounding woods have withered.

While the recruits continued to charge forward excitedly, Marcus and Hodges stopped involuntarily.

"Soldiers! Stop the pursuit! Stop the fucking gun!"

The soldiers also calmed down from their excitement amid the instructor's roar.

The forest in front of me gradually began to turn blood red.

The sound of running was heard, and soon a large group of flesh hounds ran towards the crowd, followed by a group of hideous-looking humans. If you look closely, you can see that the tattered clothes on their bodies are still those of Yurik's White Wolf Knights!

"Are they the remnants of the Scarlet Skull? How dare these lunatics come out?!"

Hodges gritted his teeth. He had witnessed many atrocities committed by this group of cultists during the process of demon hunting. After Middenheim had no place for them to stay, these guys scattered and committed evil everywhere. For Hodges, these scattered enemies were more troublesome than the cults that gathered together.

The fighting power of these guys is much stronger than that of some village and town guards.

There would be news of their appearance almost every ten days or half a month.

Marcus yelled at the recruits not to be afraid and to pay attention to the target of the concentrated fire.

However, faced with the rushing flesh hounds, some people with poor psychological quality could not help but open fire at the disgusting appearance of these chaotic beasts.

After missing a few shots due to the long distance, these people became even more panicked.

The soldiers' fear made the demonic beasts even more excited, and the flesh hounds scattered and pounced on these new recruits who had never faced demons from all directions.

These fallen White Wolf Knights threw spears at the crowd.

puff.

The sound of a spear piercing into a body was heard, and a new recruit holding a military flag was pierced through the stomach. The terrifying force nailed him directly to the ground.

For a moment, he was not completely dead and kept wailing. The recruits had never seen such a scene before.

Those with poor psychological quality even began to retreat.

"These new recruits, Hodges! Push on! If they continue like this, their morale will collapse!"

Once a group of people start to run away, it will easily form a morale chain reaction in the game.

Marcus and Hoquis were not worried about the cultists in front of them. Even if they could not kill all of them with the help of some demon hunters present, they could nail these guys to death here. It would just take a lot more time and there was a risk of the rift widening again. Their purpose this time was to train their troops, and if there were too many casualties, it would be a loss.

Just as the two reached an agreement and were about to break away from the team and rush forward, an unexpected figure rushed out.

The more critical the situation, the more obvious the role of a leader.

"Moren? This kid..." At this time, Moren actually picked up the flag that fell on the ground and rushed forward. Facing the spears thrown towards him, he dodged in everyone's surprised eyes. The instinct formed by hunting in the forest since childhood and the perception of danger made him subconsciously dodge.

At this moment, Moen felt his mind was blank, and everything seemed to be proceeding according to instinct.

A vague voice appeared in his mind, like the voice of the God-Emperor described in the prayer.

He then raised his gun and shot dead the fallen knight who attacked him.

Moren kept murmuring praises to the God-Emperor.

Moren imitated the nuns' daily prayers, as if the prayers really brought him faith and strength in his desperate situation.

He remembered and repeated his daily training, aiming and shooting, aiming and shooting again, and before he knew it, several more fallen knights were killed.

And Moren's presence also inspired the recruits whose morale had dropped to the lowest point.

The soldiers' children were the first to come to their senses. If a man from a peasant family could do it, why couldn't we? More and more people began to join the counterattack, and soon facing countless guns, the Flesh Hounds and Fallen Knights were all completely killed.

Marcus walked over to Morn, and even he couldn't help but praise him.

"You're great! You're a perfect soldier! Just like I said before you came, you'll be promoted to non-commissioned officer when you go back!" Marcus said, patting Moon's shoulder.

"Ah, this. Is this appropriate?"

Moen immediately felt the envious gazes from everywhere.

After a short stop, Marcus led everyone to this small rift. The small rift would spit out demons endlessly. After burying the hot melt bomb, a rift was destroyed under the eyes of all the recruits.

The rift that might have required an entire army of the Middle Ages to destroy was successfully closed with the efforts of a group of recruits.

Everyone cheered, this was their first victory.

At this time, Marcus' communicator also rang. Listening to the content coming from the communicator, Marcus also frowned.

The command post ordered all the new recruits to gather and prepare to set off. Belegar actually asked Terra for help. At this time, their 2,000-strong dwarf expeditionary force was besieged on a mountain in the badlands.

The journey was extremely smooth at the beginning. With the new weapons, all the orcs blocking the way were killed. However, the number of orcs was much more than expected. No, it was abnormally more. The more fierce their attack, the more orcs they attracted.

Countless orcs from the entire badlands rushed towards Belegar. The orcs were eager to fight, and the intensity of the fighting here attracted all the orcs. Belegar's army seemed to have become the enemy of the orcs in the entire badlands.

Soon the ammunition they carried ran out, and they had to pick up melee weapons again.

Marcus looked at this group of recruits. In his opinion, the training time for these recruits was still too short, but military orders could not be disobeyed.

"Everyone, get in the car and return to the city immediately! We are going to the badlands!"

The recruitment of new soldiers was almost the most important thing for Terra at this time, so Zhang Heng paid attention to each of the newly recruited troops, and he was also looking for good talents among them.

He wanted to cultivate some talented people. People needed some heroic figures who rose from obscurity and climbed up step by step. These people could serve as excellent propaganda materials to boost people's morale and give them a goal.

He must not be the messenger of the God-Emperor, but some native of this world, so that he can resonate with them.

And Moen also attracted Zhang Heng's attention.

He had seen the entire battle process. Some people were born braver than others and could adapt to battle more easily.

In addition to Moren, he also found some outstanding people in other recruits' camps.

Facing these outstanding individuals, Zhang Heng planned to give them recognition and rewards from himself before the army set out, by consuming some faith and making some holy objects for them to reward their achievements.

(End of this chapter)