Chapter 258

At first, some people were murdered, but more people disappeared after being kidnapped. Most of them had nothing to do with religion. They disappeared quietly in the night without leaving a trace, and there was no evidence that where they were detained and who kidnapped them.

Then, the local Archbishop invited all star army officers to the ceremony, but made no comment on the transport fleet in orbit.

Eric was the first to detect something wrong. He urgently recalled all the soldiers and quickly built a defense line.

Facts proved that what he did saved the whole 4337 regiment.

On the same day of the celebration, they lost contact with the rail transport fleet, and then angry mobs began to attack nearby Imperial institutions and offices.

Even the crowds of rioters quickly flooded the local legal department, dragged the legal officers into the streets, and cut them to pieces.

All the people dragged away were dismembered.

Then the thugs lit the eagle emblem of the Empire and threw everything related to the empire into the fire.

Several soldiers of the 4337 regiment who went to watch the ceremony managed to escape the fate of being murdered and kidnapped, and fled back to the station.

Later, when the survivors told their stories.

They mentioned that everyone suddenly broke out in crazy killing, full of sudden and drama.

A primitive barbaric act that suddenly fell on the pilgrims without any warning.

A minute ago, people were normal and pious, and then there was shocking and terrible violence.

At first, Eric thought the violence was crazy or out of control.

But according to the survivors, the opposite is true, and the believers' attitude towards killing is creepy.

They are well organized, as if every one of the thousands of insurgents knows their role in the riots and the start time of their tasks.

This is the most terrible point. People are as perfect and accurate as machines.

These rioters and all their accomplices have no evidence of communication and contact between them, but their actions are perfectly coordinated.

Even if some parts of their plans fail, the remaining people can quickly adapt to the new changes and environment without communicating with other insurgents.

This is still an unsolved mystery, but it is no longer the most urgent problem facing the star boundary army left on the ground.

Since the outbreak of the rebellion, they have fought with the enemy dozens of times. Although they have repulsed the enemy's attack each time, their positions are constantly being compressed.

To make matters worse, several of their regiments were completely divided and unable to support each other. One regiment suffered the most at the beginning of the rebellion - the commander of that regiment did not follow Eric's advice and participated in the celebration, and many soldiers screamed.

After that, less than half of the soldiers were surprised to find that their former comrades in arms were attacking them.

According to the final radio communication, Eric judged that they had been completely eliminated five hours ago.

This is exactly the abomination of these cults. When you fight them, you also need to fight against the people of the whole planet, priests and workers, rich, poor, ambitious, noble and selfless... And even former comrades in arms.

Everyone is a potential enemy.

But for those soldiers who served with him, they don't need to know so much.

After all, tragic truths often turn into fear, making it difficult for them to pull the trigger.

Whatever the reason, a soldier who gives up fighting will find himself facing his dark muzzle and punished.

Yes, punishment.

Eric was born to make such a decision, a hammer to judge those who violate military discipline.

He knows what it means to pull the trigger on his comrades in arms and what this responsibility makes him, but he knows that his behavior is not driven by anger or hatred, which will undermine the legitimacy of his behavior and make it no different from crime.

Because his duty is to eliminate weakness.

"Fool..."

Miller muttered and went forward, squatted down and took away the ID card hanging around Javier's neck.

His identity card will not be returned to his hometown with those soldiers who died in the glorious war, but will be destroyed after the war. Javier's name will disappear in the fire with his identity card and be forgotten by everyone in the long river of time.

Except him, Eric.

He never forgets his dead comrades in arms, which has nothing to do with glory or not.

"Political commissar."

It was lieutenant Miller's voice, rough and experienced, just like others.

The commander of the company was as tall as most star soldiers, and there were three deep scars on his left face from the hairline to his cheek.

The soldiers said he was lucky because he miraculously managed to keep his eyes in the fierce battle of Florence. They all said that he must have received the favor of the emperor, or that he himself was protected by fate.

But Alec didn't believe in luck. He believed that Miller survived because he fought for every breath like others.

"The front end of the station has actually fallen."

Miller put Javier's ID card into his pocket. The bloody ID card collided with other people's in his pocket.

"According to the enemy's attack intensity, we may not have more strength to continue to defend here."

Eric came up to Miller and looked down at the dusty screen on his hand. The temporary counterattack force entered the station about ten minutes ago. At that time, there were more than 100 soldiers in the station, and now there are less than 30 left.

A large number of areas have been occupied by the enemy, and they continue to attack other areas.

"But we must hold here."

One reason why Eric attaches so much importance to the station is that there is a large signal transmitter here. Although the connection with the track is still interrupted, as long as the transmitter is still working, they may regain contact with the fleet.

At that time, they had hope of survival.

Once the transmitter is lost, the only thing waiting for them is slow and painful death.

There are enemies in all directions. They have no possibility of breaking through.

"Hold here, there is hope."

Realizing that the commissar was right, Miller nodded.

"One more thing, the scouts sent earlier found that there were large objects approaching in the distance. I guess these guys may be ready to use some heavy equipment."

"So we have to recapture the station immediately and consolidate the fortifications before the enemy sends something 'close' against us, otherwise all the sacrifices we have made so far will be meaningless."

"I understand, Commissar."

Miller glanced at his team.

"We won't lose."