Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

With their mission accomplished, the assault team had no reason to remain there any longer, and under Xiao Yi's cover, they began an orderly retreat.

However, given the current situation, they don't need to be so careful.

The enemy soldiers guarding the warehouse were still reeling from the sudden explosion and were completely dazed, having no time or energy to care about anything else.

As for the troops that are on their way, it is more important to put out the fire than to stop the perpetrators.

If they run out of ammunition, the guns they have are nothing more than oddly shaped bayonets.

"What?! What did you say?!"

"The enemy attacked our ammunition depot, and now the entire area is on fire. We need more people to put out the fire."

Having just wrested power back from the nobles, Corra clenched his fists, his face grim and somewhat frightening.

The messenger kneeling before him pressed his head firmly to the ground, as if afraid that the other party might turn his head into an ornament and play with it every day if he was unhappy.

Fortunately, the other party still retained some rationality and did not kill indiscriminately, but only ordered them to notify the nearest people to put out the fire.

"Xiao Yi!!!" Koula repeated the name that gave her a headache.

Previously, I didn't understand why Lady Salona specifically proposed to capture Xiao Yi alive and send him to the Governor's Mansion in the deal with Lancelot.

Now she understood that if the rebels' combat strength was ten, Xiao Yi's combat strength was at least six to eight, and he could change the battlefield single-handedly.

If it weren't for him, the light infantry of the Chariot City garrison, which had almost no heavy armor units, would have been overwhelmed by a massive amount of artillery shells in no time.

"All the failures, all the trouble, it's all that guy's fault. We have to find a way to get rid of him."

Harboring hatred, Corra did not notice that her palm had been pierced by fingernails, and blood was flowing down her fingers to the ground.

After four or five hours of hard work, the fire in the ammunition depot was finally extinguished, but a new problem arose.

Previously, in order to unleash the potential of the auxiliary troops, Kollra mixed a special agent into the nearby drinking water pipes, and the residents of Midnest used the same water purification system for drinking and daily water use.

Under the high temperature and evaporation, these hallucinogenic drugs mixed in the water turned into a gaseous state and were inhaled by the soldiers who came to put out the fire.

At first, nothing went wrong, and their work efficiency even increased significantly thanks to the medicine.

But as time went on, many people began to hallucinate, mistaking their close companions for the things they feared most, and began to kill each other.

This wave of casualties even outnumbered those killed in the armory explosion, causing the already demoralized noble coalition to completely collapse.

For the next two days, they remained as silent as the dead. Oliver led his men to advance the battle line, but the enemy made no response.

Three days after Xiao Yi blew up the ammunition depot, near the outer camp on the northwest side of the noble alliance's territory, a sneaky figure in a long robe tried to approach stealthily.

He was extremely vigilant, and would immediately lie down and use the camouflage of his robe to conceal himself at the slightest sound.

The small traps set by the sentry were of no use to him; he was clearly an experienced veteran.

Even so, he still managed to expose his whereabouts.

The barking of the scout dogs made Theodore slap himself. He was getting old; he had even forgotten the most basic preparations to avoid being tracked by the dogs' scent.

Now that he was exposed, there was no need to hide anymore. He used his left elbow and left leg to roll himself behind a ruined wall.

The spot where he had been lying had been riddled with holes by the laser beams; if he had been any slower, Theodore would have died right there.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his tattered robe and got up to run to safety.

Now we can only wait for the other side to lower their guard before looking for an opportunity to infiltrate.

But as soon as he turned around, he froze on the spot, a guy wearing a tactical helmet pointing a laser gun at his head.

"Don't move, lift your head up."

Theodore paused slightly at the somewhat familiar voice, then tentatively asked, "Jace?"

"Um?"

The soldier opposite was stunned for a moment, but when he saw Theodo's familiar face, he blurted out, "Father, you're not dead."

"You're the one who's dead?!"

The calloused hand landed on the tactical helmet with a dull thud, and Theodore's heart, which had been pounding, instantly calmed down.

He took a couple of deep breaths to calm his somewhat erratic breathing and said, "What are you doing here, kid?"

As the captain of the Roslyn family's private army, Theodore used his position to give his son numerous favors.

Not only did they promote the other person to be the squad leader, but they also arranged for the other person to be by the master's side when he was very young, so as to cultivate a relationship.

However, the head of the family didn't quite like this guy who liked to talk about the emperor all the time, and often assigned him some trivial tasks.

But no matter what, as a member of the Roslyn family's personal guard, he wouldn't end up in a situation where he's out on lookout duty; something must have happened.

"With the patriarch dead, we who have lost our protection have naturally become the targets of bullying. Now we're the ones doing jobs like guarding the gate and shining shoes."

"It's better to stay out here than to be in that military camp facing those guys who might go crazy at any moment."

"Dead? How did he die?"

"Of course it was that crazy woman named Corra who killed him. Who else would kill a nobleman in public? It's said that the head of the family was beheaded with a chainsaw."

Jess shook his head with some regret. It wasn't that he felt sorry for the traitor who had betrayed the Emperor, but simply that he was saddened by the lack of a bright future for the Roslyn family.

"By the way, I heard you were captured. How did you escape?"

Upon hearing this, Theodore gave a wry smile, then lifted the robe draped over his body, revealing the recently stitched wound on his heart.

"This is……"

"I planted a bomb, and I risked my life for a chance, a chance to survive."

"Give me the pistol from your waist, then go back to Upper Nest and try to get your mother and brother to Starport. Find a way to board a departing merchant ship; we can't stay here any longer."

"But……"

"No buts!" Under his father's watchful gaze, Jess finally gave in.

He pulled out a laser pistol and handed it to Theodore, then took him to meet the brothers who were still willing to stay by his side.