Chapter 772

The siege of Hades nest is over. Although there are still a large number of green skins inside the nest, it is only a matter of time before they lose their leaders and are destroyed and dispersed.

After the war, there will be one thing that every commander is most reluctant to face.

Count casualties.

It was originally done by political commissar Eric, but the two-year siege had completely exhausted his efforts. When soshyan saw each other again, he could not recognize that the old man with white hair was the energetic political commissar in the past.

Eric's body almost completely collapsed. Even if the green skin didn't come up, his physical function would completely decline and die in a period of time.

Even after he was sent to the medical cabin, he didn't wake up a week later.

As a last resort, soshyan took his place.

In fact, there is no way to count the specific casualties in a short time, because the losses are too heavy. According to rough statistics, only 100 million soldiers and civilians survived in Hades nest, compared with more than 3 billion people in this nest city.

In terms of star soldiers, the star knights were lucky. The recruits had no loss, only a few were injured, and they were slightly injured.

However, the Holy Blood angel has suffered a lot of losses. Four of the ten soldiers who came to support have spilled blood on the battlefield, and the leader's think tank is still missing, which is probably in bad luck.

This makes soshyan feel guilty. It is precisely because of his strategy that Hades nest will bear such a huge loss and Eric will support it for so long.

Although the nests were held, he did not have the slightest joy of victory.

While he was busy dealing with the aftermath, an unexpected man suddenly found him——

At that time, soshyan was doing official business in the governor's residence, but the recruit bakhram suddenly asked to see him. Although it was strange, soshyan dispersed the left and right.

Hearing the heavy footsteps stopping outside the door, soshyan put down the data board and whispered:

"Come in."

The door opened, Bahram saluted, then walked to the red carpet of the room, and then knelt down in front of soshyan with one knee in his unexpected eyes.

The candlelight of the candle swayed on the firm lines of the recruit's face and gave a deeper golden glow to his black hair.

"What's the matter?"

Soshyan's surprised words passed through the room as if the blade of the executioner had crossed the grindstone.

Bahram was silent for a moment before answering. He lowered his head, as if considering how to express himself in the simplest words.

"I killed a combat friar."

He said slowly, in a low but steady voice.

Soshyan didn't respond.

The recruits then raised their heads and turned their hot eyes to the quiet eyes of the SHANGZHAN commander.

"I killed calistarius, the think tank of the Holy Blood Angel battle group."

Soshyan was not very surprised, because he knew from Amin that it was bakhram who saw the think tank last.

"Recruits, can you tell me what happened?"

Bahram nodded and talked about what had happened that day.

Half an hour later——

The hall was silent, and Bahram bent his head as he described his experience.

After that, he raised his head and looked directly at soshyan's eyes.

After hearing everything, soshyan was silent for a moment, then sighed and said:

"You already know what black anger is?"

"Yes, the company commander told me afterwards."

Soshyan looked at the recruit's face, and then realized that the other party's face was as firm as his own, with black eyes and black hair - their commonality was not limited to the genetic inheritance from the plasma, but from the same world.

"What do you think of the curse that plagues the Holy Blood Angels?"

"That... Is unfortunate."

"But what you don't know is that every plasma has its own special power, and the power of St. Gilles is prediction. He already knew that he would fight Horus and that he would die in this war, but he chose to do so."

"Can..."

"This is the choice of the sons of St. Gilles. It is foreseeable that they will run to death at a speed far faster than others at the moment they become star soldiers... Even if they have so many defects, they do not regard this defect as a disgrace, because it is the only remaining tie between them and the dead plasma."

"But without what I said..."

Before Bahram finished, soshyan raised his hand and interrupted him.

"I have only one question for you. If you changed roles with the calistarius brothers, what would you do at that time?"

Bahram was speechless.

"Your silence is the answer."

Soshyan smiled and said:

"You have nothing to repent of. I believe the calistarius brothers made the final decision not because of the stimulation of your words. Your behavior is an achievement you should proudly recall. You saved thousands of civilians from death and terror."

"But that's a think tank. If my language is not so strong, maybe -"

Bahram shook his head and said:

"The Empire needs warriors, especially now. Even the loss of an ordinary combat friar is an extremely serious failure, and I should be solely responsible for it."

"No, you're wrong. The Empire needs humanity."

Soshyan solemnly corrected:

"This is a very important reason for our existence to protect all mankind, no matter how humble their status and status are... On the other hand, you are right. The precious of a combat friar, so those saved civilians will never forget that their lives were bought by an emperor's warrior, and those children will grow up in their future lives A strong and honest man, and remember the dangers that threaten the Empire, and know that he always needs to be on guard. "

Bahram thought about what the war leader said and said nothing.

"As long as we continue to devote ourselves to victory, the future of the Empire will be fine. If some of us die - even you and me, there is no need to mourn. This is our mission. You shouldn't blame yourself. We must all bear these inevitable things. We are the emperor's death angel, and we stand side by side with death."

Bahram remained silent,

"This is a difficult lesson, a lesson you must always review. What you may sacrifice in the future is your comrades in arms who accompany you day and night."

Soshyan said, reaching out his armored hand.

Bahram was stunned for a moment, then grabbed it and put his palms together - it was more like a brother's handshake than a warrior's handshake.

"We are the torch that lights up the darkest moment of mankind, and this dark moment is right now. May you and I burn brightly and never flicker, but we will commemorate those warriors who died and the lives we saved in the future."

"Commander Zhan, I understand."

The confusion on Bahram's face disappeared, leaving only firmness. He nodded and stood up.

"But you still need to provide the place where friar calistanus died. Although we can't recover the genetic seeds, at least we can return his relics to head Dante."

"I have reported to the company commander for the first time. He took people to -"

Just then, the emergency communicator in the hall suddenly rang.

Soshyan went over and pressed the button, and then almin's nervous voice came out.

"Commander Zhan, emergency."

"What's up?"

"We didn't find the body of friar calistanus!"