Warhammer Inquisitor Chapter 317

  Chapter 317 Rise of the Primarch: Time for Action

Countless pairs of reinforced military boots stepped on the hard concrete ground, and those pairs of feet trembled with the running. The guns on the back and the tactical vest hung on the chest. The magazines inserted in the vest accompanied the wearer's Running in big strides, he kept colliding with the external grenade on the other side.

A whole class, more than a dozen students with guns on their backs and tactical vests ran out from the gate under the magnificent city wall. They ran along the front of the wide assembly square at a high speed. The leader of the class, Silva, held a hand. Grabbing the gun, he pressed his helmet with the other hand and ran at the fastest speed.

   Silva is in a bad mood because they are TM late! It was still late in front of everyone in the courtyard. The entire assembly square was already full of people. Companies stood neatly on the square with their guns in hand. Behind their infantry brigades were armored vehicles and trucks that had already stopped , the team members sat on the chariot, looking at the few people who were running in front of the whole courtyard.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Toulouse, hurry up! It's too shameful, since we are late for gathering in front of the whole courtyard!" Silva turned his head and looked at Toulouse behind him, the young loader was leading two ammunition boxes with both hands , with a laser gun slung across his back and swinging from side to side along with his steps.

  Toulouse was running with two ammunition boxes containing explosive fuzes, and he exhaled in a low voice, "Stop yelling, Silva, you will only embarrass us more."

"I told you not to put all the equipment in the warehouse! It would be good to put it in our dormitory, and we can carry it when we get up. Otherwise, we have to run across half of the Artillery Academy to get the equipment for every emergency assembly. Now it's reliable! Lose your eyes! Run! Run fast!" Silva yelled at the team members behind him, and slammed the laser gun back on his back. He turned around and ran to Toulouse, grabbing Passing an ammunition box in his hand, dragging his arm and rushing forward.

Toulouse was carrying another ammunition box, and immediately grasped the gun belt on his chest with his free hand. He tried hard to fix the laser gun that kept hitting his back because of the swing, and then immediately started complaining and talking. protest.

"I think your brain is fooled by the food poisoned by Huck in the cafeteria. Can tm's shells be put in the dormitory?! You think we fell asleep that day, and when someone got up to go to the toilet, he bumped into it and the whole thing Is the class blown up to the sky? You have to take the other unlucky people in the whole building with you!"

"Come on, Toulouse, now is not the time for you to argue with me, everyone, hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up! For the sake of the emperor, hurry up!" Silva said, turning his head to the back The team members shouted, and all of them ran behind panting with heavy ammunition boxes and toolboxes on their backs.

The burden of these unlucky **** is more than a little heavy. Their full set of individual equipment is already almost 50 kilograms, and they are carrying a box with gas, directly pulling the load to more than 100 kilograms. Seriously. , They can carry these things up and run, which is already called the superman of the empire, but obviously, their squad leader thinks they are too slow.

Silva's anxiety is understandable. After all, they are literally running in front of the entire courtyard. The senior and middle-grade students of the entire academy are gathered here, and tens of thousands of people all occupy the huge assembly square. It was full, and looking down from the rostrum on their side, it was a black ocean.

Silva couldn't stand the feeling of being stared at by everyone, he felt his face flushed, all this was simply too shameful, he dragged the unlucky Toulouse beside him, and ran all the way across the huge Plaza, came to their destination.

The dean standing in front of the Artillery Academy walked anxiously. He looked at the students standing upright with their guns in their hands. Their ammunition was placed at their feet, and the artillery of each squad had been installed behind the assembled troops. On the chariot of the armored department of the school, a series of artillery are drawn behind the armored body, ready to go.

Everyone is ready, everyone in his school is here, except for a group of people. The dean of the Artillery Academy looks at the watch on his wrist and walks in front of the team in annoyance. Soon he hears that The sound of hurried footsteps followed.

He watched Silva and others running over panting. Silva himself let go of his arm when he ran in front of the dean. The unbuffered inertia directly caused Toulouse who had not yet stood still to be thrown out. Falling to the ground, the box in his hand slid towards the dean.

The chief of artillery stepped on the ammunition box, and the sliding ammunition box stopped immediately and got stuck on the iron inlaid boots of the military boots. The chief looked at the loose Silva with the laser gun in front of him, His steel helmet was crookedly worn on his head because of the sprint just now. Toulouse beside him stood up staggeringly, standing on the dean with weak legs, and the other team members behind them were similar.

   "Report to Dean Cullen! Class 6 has assembled, please"

   "That's enough Silva! Get me your army in order! By the Emperor, you look like a bunch of defeated Defenders idiots!"

Dean Cullen cursed and grabbed Toulouse, who had just stood firm in front of him, he dragged him by the collar and pushed him into the side assembly line, and then Cullen immediately grabbed Silva by the collar and pushed and kicked him as well. In the assembly team, "Find your position and stand up immediately! Hurry up!"

After Cullen kicked the two squad leaders and deputy squad leaders into the team, he turned his head and looked at the remaining members who were standing holding the ammunition box. They looked at Cullen as if they were stunned, which made the dean so angry that he wanted to directly Killing these idiots here, he swung his arms and roared, "Do I have words on my face?! Stand in line!"

  The remaining team members were shocked, and then pushed each other into the team. They moved chaotically in the crowd like a group of chickens thrown into the shed.

   "Stand up for me immediately! Silva! Control your people! Don't make a mess like a group of low-grade freshmen!" "Obey, sir! Stand up for me!"

After tidying up his equipment and military appearance, Silva immediately began to organize his subordinates. The chaotic squad quickly recovered discipline under his continuous shouting and tugging, and the entire squad quickly integrated into the team smoothly, no longer like A bunch of idiot pheasants running around.

   Cullen sighed as he looked at their helpless foreheads, and at this moment there was a shout from the department next door. It was Dean Deonik of the Infantry Academy, "Hey! Cullen! Are you all here?"

"It's all here! One more!" Cullen turned his head and yelled over there, Donic laughed, looking at the direction of Cullen's team, especially Silva grinning, "Come on, come on!" , your students ran past me just now, the way they ran was really fun, and the equipment on their bodies was thrown around, I was afraid they would hit us in the face!"

The infantry laughed along with their dean, and Donik laughed and looked at the annoyed Cullen, "It is said that the armored soldiers are like locusts, the infantry are like ants, and the artillery are dung beetles. Does it fit that statement?"

  Cullum's face was blue, and he looked angrily at Silva, who looked at the glaring dean standing here at a loss, standing upright as if he forgot to breathe.

But Silva's luck is good, maybe Cullen will punish him, but that's not now, because the chief political commissar of the Political Commissar Academy ran over from a distance, he was wearing the high-necked windbreaker of the political commissar, and the political commissar on his waist The bolter and chainsword in the red belt swayed from side to side as he ran.

  The chief political commissar ran to the front of the rostrum, his military boots collided with the heels of each other, and stood at attention as he stepped forward, looking at the huge team assembled in front of him, "President Nasimov is here! The whole courtyard reports!"

   "All the infantry academy is here!" Donik, who was still laughing just now, immediately stood up and shouted in the direction of the rostrum. Seeing this, Cullen immediately stood up and faced the direction of the rostrum.

   "All Artillery Academy is here!"

   "Armor Academy is all here!"

   "The Aviation Academy is here!"

   "The Naval Academy is assembled!"

With a series of counting sounds around him, Silva finally heaved a sigh of relief. He watched Cullen who turned around and finally recovered his life. Now he can only hope that his performance in the operation can make Dean Cullen He forgave himself, and just when Silva was still hoping that he would be exempt from punishment, there was a sound of orderly standing at attention around him.

Silva looked at the front of the team. After all the deans had finished their reports, the chief political commissar turned around. He stood at attention and saluted the rostrum in front of him, "College of political commissars is here! The whole courtyard is assembled, please Nasimov The dean lectures! Political commissar Joseph!"

The political commissar, all the deans, and all their trainees stood at attention and looked at Dean Nasimov who walked up to the edge of the rostrum. He was wearing his own wide-brimmed hat and a black military overcoat standing in Terra Gray. Under the hazy space, the spotlights on the high walls around the square were all on him, and the dark coat floated and swayed slightly in the cold wind, making him look full of a majestic aura.

The dean stood on the wide rostrum overlooking the assembled army below. The black helmets and military uniforms formed a dark sea. In the black sea, there were cold beams of light, which were laser guns on everyone's shoulders. The reflection of light under the light.

Nasimov looked at the rear of the infantry phalanx that was filling the entire square. Armored vehicles that were ready to go were parked together with the tanks. Members of the armored vehicles wearing black armored jackets and anti-collision soft hats stood In their own positions, they got out from the hatch, straightened their bodies and looked at the rostrum in front of them.

  Nasimov stood on the rostrum. Behind him stood Charles and the officer corps. They stood in a row behind the dean. Heinrich also stood with them, looking at the dean in front of him.

The judge looked at the dean standing in front of him, and he raised his head slightly to look at the crowd below, "You may have heard the recent news that Terra is in chaos, riots are everywhere, and there are mobs who want to overthrow the empire. And the reason for all this is that the high lords are collecting food greedily without restraint, regardless of the life and death of the residents of Terra."

   "Your superiors, and their superiors, have also received admonitions from the political commissars. The political commissars must have told you that it is all lies, and it is the most shameful conspiracy of the enemy of chaos, trying to divide us from within."

Nasimov looked at the colleges below, and looked into his own eyes. The students standing in the cold wind were all carrying guns. Within the surrounding high walls, tens of thousands of eyes looked at the students on the rostrum. Nasimov, while the latter was still standing on top calmly, looking at everyone below with his hands behind his back.

"The political commissars are doing the right thing. They need to maintain morale and discipline. In the coming chaos invasion, everyone is full of fighting spirit. I believe we will win. I know you all have high fighting spirit. Your enthusiasm is enough to rival the Astronomical Torch. , and shoot through all haze and darkness, so you don't need lies!"

Nasimov shouted at the top of his voice. His voice could continuously echo and expand in the surrounding towering city walls without any amplification equipment. Through the echo, it became as loud as if equipped with amplification equipment, which was enough to make everyone in the entire academy All heard his voice.

The students looked at the dean on the stage, and the latter raised his finger and pointed to the wall on one side, which was the direction of the parliament, "I am your dean, and I will not deceive you, so I will tell you everything It's all true! The high lords greedily plundered food and stored it in the palace, completely disregarding the life and death of Terra outside the city walls!"

"They assured me in a high-sounding manner that it was all for the defense of the palace. During the upcoming siege, the palace could hold out in the siege until the reinforcements arrived. They wooed me and told me that as long as I joined their ranks, my academy, you and I can share part of the food, they are trying to buy Loyalty Academy!"

Nasimov almost growled and said that the students all looked at the dean on the stage, and the deans of their departments and the officers behind them also looked at Nasimov on the rostrum. Gun stared at the dean intently.

Nasimov waved his fingers, then clenched his fists and stood in front of him, "They thought they could bribe me! Let me turn a blind eye to their stupid behavior! They also want the Faithful Academy to be their accomplices to suppress Terra Rebellion, and that is simply impossible! Leaving aside whether our glory will allow us to do such a shameless thing, and even if it does, the rebellion inspired by such atrocities will be unstoppable! No one can stand against a whole sea! That tsunami will destroy all of Terra and ultimately threaten the safety of the Emperor himself!"

   "And even if we block the rebels and suppress the riots, we can't stop Chaos from landing at any point on Terra. Anyone who has studied a little military knows that it is a passive defense and lies equal to death!"

Nasimov clenched his fist and shook it violently to the side. He roared and roared, and his voice echoed over and over again in the entire square, among the young soldiers with guns on their backs. They all looked at the dean with eyes wide open. There was a fierce light shining in it.

"These arrogant high lords! They have been greedy for many years, only thinking about their own interests, and have no responsibility or loyalty to the empire and the emperor at all. Now they are still abandoning the entire world because of their own life and death. Terra! Threat to the safety of the Emperor!"

"They thought they could buy us! They arrogantly thought that the Academy of Loyalty would obey them, but they were wrong! Us! From the moment our academy was established, from the moment the high walls around here were erected! Our loyalty is only To the Immortal God-Emperor! To His Marshal! Holy and Great Marshal Vito Constantine!"

Nasimov roared and pointed sideways at the majestic colossus behind him, the giant statue standing in the middle of the assembly square and the steps outside the main building of the college, it was the statue of Vito, the tall Supreme Marshal stood behind Nasimov, standing behind the podium with his hands Holding the burning holy sword in front of him, the man in the battle robe looked at the crowd below.

   "I rejected those idiots! Did they think they could buy our loyalty? They were wrong! We will not fear death, and the loyal sons of the Emperor will not fear the coming crisis!"

"I have one more thing to tell you! You bastards, listen up to me! Marshal Vitor has returned to Terra, and he has witnessed all this and is determined to depose the High Lords Council! He will Send it to me! Now I will send that order to you! On this day, now you will go to the Council by the order of the High Marshal and the Emperor, and depose the Council of the High Lords!"

Tens of thousands of people in the audience stared at the dean on the stage, the roar echoed in everyone's ears, everyone clenched the laser guns in their hands, and the tank commanders held their fingers on the edge of the turret. Looking at the colossal statue of Vito, and Nasimov on the rostrum below it.

"You are bound to make history today! You will not only be the first batch of fighters to kill those thieves and insects in thousands of years, but you will also be the first batch of fighters to fight under the banner of Marshal Vito in thousands of years! You will fight with the Marshal Let's welcome the eternal night together!"

Nasimov's speech reached its climax. He immediately stood at attention and raised his arms to salute the tens of thousands of colleges in the audience. While saluting, he roared in the loudest voice, "At the command of the Marshal and the Emperor! All go out!" ! Loyalty! For the Emperor!"

   "Loyalty!" Tens of thousands of mouths roared at the same time, and the shouts echoed throughout the college like thunder, and the deans of all departments immediately turned around following the shouts.

"All turn back! Run and get in the car!" Cullen shouted at the same time as the deans around him, and immediately the huge assembled team behind them responded, Silva and all the students around turned around at the same time, the huge The team immediately rushed to the group of chariots parked behind the square in a neat and orderly manner.

With their guns on their backs, the infantry quickly climbed onto the chariot densely like ants climbing up a wooden stake. They sat on all the vehicles that could be carried, from the compartment of the military truck to the inside and outside of the Chimera armored personnel carrier, and Riemann The turret of the Russ main battle tank was filled with infantry.

  The commander of the armored vehicle looked around at the soldiers around him. He glanced at the assault convoy lined up behind him, turned around and slammed the hatch wall beside him, "Start the engine! Let's go!"

Following the command of the commander, the engine of the chariot was started, and the first tank moved forward immediately after squatting back and forth. Holding the gun on the side of the turret, he watched the tank drive into the giant gate avenue at the back of the square.

  The dean turned around and saluted Nasimov on the rostrum in the distance. The latter stood at attention with Charles and others behind him and saluted the commandos. They watched the huge armored convoy rumbling into the grand road leaving the academy.

At the end of the avenue, the huge iron gate that had been closed for many years slowly opened with a bang, and the guard students on both sides of the position outside the gate turned to the armored convoy that was leaving, and they stood at attention to the passing commandos. salute.

"For the Emperor!" the guards roared loudly, and the trainees on the chariot responded with the same loud voice. Above their heads, dozens of Valkyrie rushed out from the high wall, roaring and Towards the grand hall in the high-rise buildings in the distance, the council hall of the high lord of Terra that stands among the thousands of buildings in the palace.

The armored convoy also drove into the main road leading to the hall, rumbling its crawlers and heavy wheels and rushing into the street. The fluttering battle flag accompanied the first chariot into the avenue, and the emperor's flag flew over air.

  Everything that happened today will be recorded in the annals of history forever.

  (end of this chapter)

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