Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 162 Death Consumes the Emperor's Political Commissar

"Report to Colonel 358, the casualties of our three companies are at 47%, and the casualties of the orc team are around 75%."

The Krieg soldiers informed the officers of the casualties on the battlefield. Lin Heng felt that this damage ratio was already very good.

Without that final charge, the losses of the three companies would have been much smaller, and of course the number of orcs would have been much smaller as well.

There were about one thousand casualties, but at least two thousand orcs were killed, including some orc bosses.

Such a record is indeed much better than when he was in the Star Army.

"The casualty ratio is acceptable. Order the troops to send reinforcements and new soldiers. And how is the situation in the tunnel?"

"The 17th Engineer Platoon said that the excavation work is more than halfway done and that they will be able to penetrate the city wall and reach the inner part of the city in one day."

"Very good. In the follow-up excavation, try to dig one meter deeper to avoid the fungal layer above your head."

After the colonel finished speaking, the messenger left the command center. Lin Heng looked at the huge map of the city and knew that last night's battle was just a small battle.

It could be said that it was just the reaction of a certain Orc gang. After all, there were too many Orcs in the urban area of ​​nearly 100 square kilometers.

"Commissar, thank you for agreeing with our Krieg ideals last night and saving several soldiers from the orcs' counterattack.

On their behalf, I would like to thank you.”

The colonel and other officers placed their hands on their chests and nodded slightly. Lin Heng said that this was what they should do.

“Also, I received an order from my superiors half an hour ago that ten Krieg regiments are gathering outside the city, waiting to launch an all-out siege on the city.

Our mission is to attract as many orcs as possible in the city and focus our forces on the front-line positions.

This allows troops to be dispersed to other locations in the city, making subsequent sieges easier.

So now we can only hold our ground and prepare for a war of attrition."

Lin Heng's heart tightened when he heard the colonel's words. Although the organization of the Krieg Death Corps was different from that of other Star Army.

Each regiment has at least a few thousand more people than the others, and there are almost 10,000 infantry regiments, but they cannot withstand the consumption like last night.

In just a small-scale positional battle, they lost nearly a thousand people. If they had to hold off the main force of the orcs, they would all be wiped out in a day.

The officers did not react in any other way. They nodded in understanding and left.

Lin Heng shook his head and had to return to his post. On the way back, he saw a rescue station with a cross sign.

Thinking back to the soldiers I helped last night, I wondered if I could find them and learn something about the situation.

But when Lin Heng walked into the rescue station, he found that all the soldiers there were lightly wounded, and some were even missing limbs.

Then he stopped a soldier and said:

"What about the seriously injured?"

The soldier glanced at Lin Heng's coat and said silently:

“They were properly arranged and went to places suitable for them in the rear.

The soldiers here will recover in three days, please rest assured, Political Commissar."

The soldier left in silence after he finished speaking. Lin Heng looked at the other person's back and felt that he had seen him somewhere before.

Turning my head to look at those identical soldiers, I found that even in the aid station, they were still wearing masks, as if the gas masks were their true selves.

Silence is their calling card, loyalty is their prayer

"It's really weird..."

Lin Heng sighed, then left the aid station and went to the front line to observe the soldiers who were scorching the ground in the distance.

Wildfires cannot completely burn them all; spring breezes will bring them back to life. In just half a day, green plants appeared on the barren land.

The Krieg soldiers were holding flamethrowers and burning the ground, while the reconnaissance vehicles with iron claws were plowing the land over and over again.

The entire battlefield was filled with the smell of refined promethium fuel, and fortunately, every Krieg soldier was wearing a gas mask.

Otherwise, it would have been choked to death. In the end, it was turned over and roasted at least three times before the smoking land was freed from the torture.

Lin Heng looked at the charred ground and thought that even if he successfully eliminated the orcs, the subsequent cleanup work would not necessarily be easier than a siege.

It was almost noon when the cleaning work was completed. Lin Heng got the food ration that belonged to the political commissar, so he took off his mask and prepared to eat.

If possible, Lin Heng would like to eat something hot. Looking at the unappealing ration bar, he really missed the meal he had on the monastic ship.

"Crack, crack."

To be honest, eating something hot could boost morale, but Lin Heng looked at the group of soldiers and thought they probably didn't need it.

I thought that the gas mask should be taken off when eating, but I didn't expect that the other party only pulled out the breathing tube.

Then he sucked in a liquid food ration that was different from his own through a straw.

The soldiers in the same trench with Lin Heng were all making "sucking" sounds, and only he was making a "crackling" sound.

"Well..I'm talking to you guys..."

"Enemy attack!"

Lin Heng was thinking about talking to the soldiers and asking them a question, but before he could finish his words the battle broke out.

The shells rumbled, and the roar of the orcs immediately came from a distance.

Without saying a word, the soldiers threw away their food bags, connected the pipes, lay down in the trenches, and immediately entered combat status.

Lin Heng was not tired of fighting, he was just annoyed that no one talked to him. Although the Inquisitors were a little crazy, at least they could still communicate.

I thought that after becoming a political commissar, I would be able to get along well with the soldiers with my eloquence, but I didn't expect the reality to be so helpless.

The depressed Lin Heng had no choice but to vent his anger on the orcs. While chewing the tasteless rations in his mouth, he raised his laser rifle and pulled the trigger at the jumping orcs.

This battle lasted from noon to night, and the orcs once again proved their madness. Lin Heng even blew up two rifle barrels.

If the field artillery company had not stopped its close-range bombing, the position might have been rushed by the orcs long ago.

When the last shell hit the ground and exploded, Lin Heng looked towards the smoke in the distance amid the falling dust.

He always felt that the ground a hundred meters away seemed to be three or five centimeters lower, and when the smoke cleared, the result was exactly as he expected.

"Stop shooting! Restock your ammunition immediately!"

After Lin Heng finished shouting, he immediately inspected the front line. A large number of injured soldiers were bandaging themselves, and those who were still able to move immediately began to repair the defense line.

The long battle line was littered with collapsed earth piles caused by orc bombs, and many brave Krieg soldiers were buried deep inside them.

Despite the fierce artillery fire, many fierce orcs still managed to escape.

Although the soldiers fought back as hard as they could, the orcs still managed to take one person away before they died.

Lin Heng saw an orc lying in a bomb crater created by artillery fire, and wanted to hand him over to other soldiers to deal with him.

But the tip of the knife that broke out of the body attracted his attention, so he hurried forward, grabbed the orc's neck and pulled him up.

“Heh…”

The sound of rapid breathing was immediately heard, and at the bottom of the pit, a wounded Krieg soldier was seen still gasping for breath.

"Hold on soldier, today is not the day you will die!"

Lin Heng uncovered the man's damaged gas mask and saw that his face was covered in blood and blood foam was constantly spurting out of his mouth.

The orc's sword cut his coat in half, leaving him with a wound so severe that his bones were visible. It was obvious that he was dying.

I looked around but didn't see any medical staff, so I had to use my spiritual power to save the other person's life.

Then the spiritual energy flowed, and cold wind blew around. When the warm current flowed into the other party's body through the palm, the soldier's rapid breathing immediately eased.

...

358-125 grams, it felt like a dream. There was nothing in the dream, even the weapon that he never let go of disappeared.

But he felt that it was not dark in front of him, and someone was walking towards him in the vast space.

He was not sure if this was the emperor his superior had mentioned, but he felt that he should be able to see him after his death.

So he knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and took off the gas mask on his face.

He folded his hands on his chest, like an eagle, closed his eyes tightly, and asked solemnly with his lips slightly opened:

"Great Emperor, have I fulfilled my atonement? Am I a qualified soldier?"

The light and shadow in front of me are silent, but the boundless void has a few elusive colors.

358-125 Ke Ge was not discouraged. He kept his movements unchanged but spoke in a more solemn tone:

"Great Emperor, I have sacrificed my life. Have I fulfilled my atonement? Have I been a good warrior?"

Nothing changes except the fleeting light.

"Great Emperor, I..."

"Okay, okay, you're the best!"

Suddenly, a deafening sound broke out, interrupting his speech.

The sudden change made 358-125Kger look up and open his eyes to look forward, but the light and shadow in the dream disappeared, replaced by a smoky sky.

The Krieg soldier felt his body trembling, and a certain warmth slowly flowing through him made him feel the past, as if he was just born.

He didn't understand what had just happened. He thought he was dead and had gone to the Emperor's Golden Throne.

But what he saw when he opened his eyes was not the glowing emperor, but the dusty political commissar who had saved him once again.

"Political...Political Commissar..."

"Okay soldier, I told you that today is not the day you die. Wait two days and then report the good news to the emperor."

Lin Heng's spiritual energy dissipated, and he took off his coat and covered the other person with it. The wound on the front of the Krieg soldier had completely healed.

But Lin Heng had no way to adjust the dislocated bones. After all, time waits for no one. If it was a little later, the other party might really die.

Looking at the confused eyes, Lin Heng realized for the first time that the other person's face was very childish.

With a beardless face, he looks no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, which is simply too young.