Chapter 260 Value

Someone must stop them from going too far.

Charad held the whistle in his hand and was ready to blow it. This was his duty. Even if he was shot by a Krieg soldier, he had to perform his duty in this way, so that he would not feel ashamed in front of the throne.

He felt his hand touching the whistle being pressed down, and he also heard the sound of a pistol being pulled out of the holster.

Looking back, he saw Colonel Mueller standing beside him staring at him. The colonel's emotions could not be seen under the eyepiece.

So the guns were taken out by several other soldiers? Who could it be? 0-11- or 0-11-?

Ah, it's really hard to tell. Their behavior is too similar. Perhaps no one except the real Krieg people can tell the subtle differences between them.

Commissar Charad closed his eyes, "Are you going to shoot a commissar who is loyal to the Empire? This is an act of treason."

Colonel Mueller did not answer, but turned his head and continued to look at the bloody battlefield with the telescope in his hand.

Charade was a little anxious. He tried to convince these stone-headed people who wanted to die, and tried to make this guy who had risen from the bottom to the rank of colonel understand that continuing to join the army was just a waste of life.

"Listen, Colonel, this is not an inglorious retreat. This is the most reasonable decision to retain more counterattack power. That battlefield can no longer be easily captured. We need it."

"We don't need it."

Colonel Mueller spoke. He put down the telescope and turned to look at Charade. "We just need to attack, continuous attack, that's enough."

"You are wasting lives! Irresponsible to the soldiers! They can do more!"

"There is no such thing as waste in the Krieg Corps. Everything we do is valuable."

"Let so many people die? You don't want to retreat?"

Colonel Mueller walked a few steps closer, pinched the face of the political commissar and pointed to a position, "Do you see where it is? Position 0-9901."

Charade looked at the position Mueller pointed to him. There was a composite bunker composed of sturdy heavy artillery and heavy logging machine guns. Nearly a thousand bodies had fallen under the bunker, but more soldiers were charging up.

"The compound bunker there had 45 heavy guns and 6 heavy artillery pieces firing half an hour ago, but now? Only 12 machine guns and 2 artillery pieces are still firing, and the remaining firing units are either destroyed or have been completely cut off from ammunition supply."

"If we choose to retreat as you said and choose to hold on to the first captured bunker line, then these consumptions will become completely meaningless."

Charad looked at Mueller, he wanted to say something, but Mueller waved his hand to signal him not to interrupt.

"We may not witness the victory of this planet, and the cause of the great God-Emperor may not be realized in our generation. Our road to atonement is long and endless, and every breath is a proof of our identity as sinners."

"I heard people from the state religion say this: life is the currency of the Emperor, and we must make good use of it. But there is no doubt that our lives are cheaper than those of others."

"Every time we attack, we consume the enemy's physical strength in waves, every time we dodge, we consume the enemy's ammunition, and every time we stick to it, we torture the enemy's spirit. We are happy to be loyal to this, and we are also happy to sacrifice for this."

"We believe that one day, our insignificant sacrifices will pile up into a mountain, and those consumed bullets and tortured wills will become a piece of ceramic steel for the final victory."

As if to verify Colonel Mueller's statement, the composite fortress also exploded. The Kriegs' full-scale charge regardless of casualties finally made the fortress unable to support it. Many soldiers rushed into it, cleared all the traitors, and blew it into ruins.

Commissar Charade's face under the gas mask was a little dazed. This colonel who ignored life should not have said so much to him. They should have shot him silently and continued to charge silently.

This time, they communicated more than they had in the past three years. And it sounded like a strange farewell. He once again thought of the words the old commissar had said to him.

Those children locked under the mask and coat were alive.

Charade felt that he was a little difficult to breathe. He looked at Colonel Mueller and wanted to say something, but then he was hit hard on the back of his head by the butt of the gun and fainted.

Colonel Mueller supported Commissar Charade's body and assigned a soldier to send the commissar to Colonel Hans's regiment.

"The loss of the corps."

"Almost all, there are only 6 squads left in the combat units that can be contacted, and the current mortality rate is 96%"

"Very good, a good atonement."

Colonel Mueller nodded, he drew his saber, took his laser gun and walked out of the temporary command post.

"I remember you gave yourself a name, Marton, right?"

"Yes, Colonel Mueller."

"Good name, your name is Jontes, right?"

"Yes, Colonel Mueller."

Colonel Mueller carefully recalled the names given by the soldiers around him, instead of calling them by code. They didn't even take off their gas masks, and Colonel Mueller could accurately tell who they were.

"By the way, flag bearer, have you ever given yourself a name? I remember you still use numbers."

The flag bearer who was called stood up and saluted, answering Colonel Mueller's question, "I haven't thought about it yet, sir."

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"Then think about it quickly."

Without too much expression, Colonel Mueller and his men were getting closer and closer to the fierce battlefield.

They fell into silence, but after a while, it seemed that there was still something unfinished. A soldier spoke with emotion, "Political Commissar Charade is actually not bad."

"He is indeed good." Colonel Mueller nodded affirmatively. He recognized Charade's ability. When he was still an ordinary soldier, it was Charade who took the position of political commissar.

After 3 years of war, he successfully survived and became the colonel of this regiment, and also had a name to distinguish between officers and soldiers.

Although he became a colonel, he still liked to eat with ordinary soldiers and grenadiers, rather than go to the officers' canteen to eat better food.

After all, he was also a survivor who rose from that position, a Krieg who lived in the world and had not yet redeemed himself. Eating with those new soldiers reminded him of his former comrades.

"Charad is not bad, so his life value is higher than ours, and there is no need for him to accompany us to redeem his sins."

"Yes, Colonel Mueller."

The soldiers were ready for battle. They held their guns tightly and followed Colonel Mueller who drew his saber to charge.

And farther behind them, a flag representing their regiment was planted on the blood-soaked land and fluttered in the wind.

The rumbling sound of running and artillery came, that was the third wave of assault corps advancing.

As Colonel Mueller said, they would use their insignificant value, bit by bit, to exchange for the final victory, even if they could not see it.

Another manifestation of the Four Gods