Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Shaking the document in his hand, Chalad saw a smile on the old political commissar's face, "This is what I learned in the Krieg Corps, to help them communicate better with others. We can He is the only popular guy in this pile of dead people."

"It's... incredible..."

Charade took the document from the old political commissar's hand and roughly read the contents.

It can be said that there is all kinds of information, about the exchange between the Legion and civilians, the exchange between the Legion and other Imperial Guards, the exchange between the Legion and the fleet, and even the exchange between the Mechanicus.

"The easiest ones here are the Mechanicus. They are also ruthless, but in a different direction from the Kriegs. But compared with others, they appear to be particularly 'approachable'."

"This...isn't funny."

"Hahaha..." The old political commissar smiled softly, not paying attention to Charade's embarrassed face, "You have to learn to enjoy hardship, kid. Otherwise, how long can you last in this place? Sooner or later, you will become autistic. "

"If it really happens, then I would rather die on the way to charge..."

The old political commissar clapped his hands gently, "Very good. If you have this consciousness, at least you won't be shot by the Kriegs who are unwilling to retreat."

A violent cough came from Chalad's throat. He looked at the old political commissar in disbelief, "So what I heard is true? Will they really shoot the political commissar who tries to make them retreat temporarily?"

"That's right, and it's quick and steady. I guarantee you will never feel any pain."

Charade's face turned bitter. He finally understood that when he left Zhongsi Academy, the teachers looked at him as if they were dead.

"But... there are exceptions."

"exception?"

"That's me. I successfully dissuaded many death charges from the legion where I was appointed, and I was not shot."

After swallowing a sip of saliva, Charad became curious about the old political commissar's words and gained a new understanding of his legend.

"How did you do it? Can you teach me?"

At this point, the cheerful face of the old political commissar became sad and heavy. He drank the already lukewarm water in the cup and sighed.

"Those soldiers, or rather those children. Do you know what their faces look like under their masks?"

"I..." Charade thought about it carefully and found that he had never seen anything else except a gas mask and a gas mask with a metal skull plate.

The old political commissar was filled with emotion when he saw Charade shaking his head in confusion, which reminded him of his former self.

"I have managed many legions, and I have also shot many cowards. Maybe I have shot more scum and cowards in the Punishment Legion than I have actually killed enemies on the battlefield."

"Those soldiers all looked experienced. Of course, except on the planet Komodor, where the war against bugs forced us to mobilize, I have never seen any young faces. Most of them are strong middle-aged people. people."

"But those soldiers, I was lucky enough to see their faces under their masks once. At that time, I was following a quartermaster to clean up the battlefield. He stripped off everything from all the fallen soldiers with ease."

"Clothes, weapons, shovels, masks, they don't have any personal belongings except the weapons and equipment they were issued."

"That's when I saw the Krieg behind the mask."

The old political commissar was so emotional that he raised his head and leaned back on his chair with a carefree attitude. It is rare to see such a look among the strict political commissars.

"Those people are too young, you know? Too young. More than one, almost all of them are so young, their faces look young and serious."

"Anyone who sneaks out can get them to call me grandpa."

Charade listened to the memories of the old political commissar and couldn't help but interrupt his thoughts with a voice, "So this is the reason? Do you sympathize with these... uh... children?"

"Yes...but no, I was just feeling emotional at that time." The old political commissar shook his head, "It's not like I have seen child soldiers smaller than them, but it is indeed the first time I have seen a legion of such a large scale. .”

"What really moved me was the battle in the Garden World of Mavis No. . Those children who wanted to die may have seen the Garden World for the first time. To be honest, the lands washed by gunfire were not pretty, but wait for you If you have been to the home planet of the Kriegs once, you will know that all the battlefields you experience are as beautiful as the private gardens of nobles."

"What kind of place is that?" Charad was a little curious. He rarely heard the Kriegs talking, let alone talking about their hometown.

"It's terrible, it's really terrible." The old political commissar shook his head and said that he didn't really want to talk about the story of the Krieg people's hometown, but he still briefly described it in line with his duty to explain it to future generations.

"If there really is a hell, you have to learn wherever there is hell."

After swallowing, Charad found it hard to imagine what kind of world it was there.

The old political commissar may have felt thirsty after talking a lot, so he went to get another glass of water, then turned his back to Charade and continued to talk about what he had seen in Mavis No. Garden World.

"I saw the shock of those dead children. This was the first time I saw the stunned look of these soldiers who didn't care about anything but death."

"Some of them reached out their hands without any orders and tried to touch the flowers that were covered with dust but were not dead yet."

"I watched their movements in surprise, watched their trembling hands shrink back before touching the flowers, watched them stand up straight again in the line, and didn't look away."

"I also saw some dead soldiers with a dead flower stuck in their coats, or a shiny fruit in their pockets."

"To be honest, from that moment on, I realized that these children locked under masks and coats were alive. They were not dead. They were worthy of our rescue, even if they had given up on themselves."

For some reason, Charade suddenly felt that the old political commissar's eyes were shining brightly. He watched the old political commissar put his hand on his shoulder and spoke seriously.

"Their world has been bombed out of everything, no industry, no agriculture, they have nothing but these children."

Have nothing...

Chalard listened in shock to the words left to him by the old political commissar. He was still savoring the meaning. Then he heard the sound of the cabin door opening, and the figure of the old political commissar standing at the door to let him out.

"So sometimes, sometimes, it takes those of us to stop them from going too far."

Chalard felt his butt was kicked. He staggered out of the room and heard the last words of encouragement left to him by the old political commissar.

"Good job kids, don't let their death be in vain."

Charad was a little moved, and then he realized something. He slapped the closed door hard, "But you haven't taught me how to dissuade them!"

"Haha, I have already taught you everything I need to teach you. Whether you can realize it or not is your problem. The political commissar needs to grow up on his own! Instead of relying on his seniors for everything!"

Dissatisfied shouts and curses were heard, and Charad could only lower his head and continue to think about the conversation between them.

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