Chapter 701 07.700: “The Lost Regimental Flag”

“Let’s see, how dare the false emperor’s lackeys break into the treasure house of truth of our legion?”

A burly man, holding a war stick tightly in both hands, spoke in a sinister tone. The malicious voice kept echoing in the dim space.

“He’ll regret his actions real quick, bro.

Not only will we blow his head off, we’ll also skin him and make a raincoat out of him!”

Another equally strong guy was carrying a big stick, the strong muscles on his shoulders bulging with his movements, with a ferocious look on his face, and spoke with a brutal pleasure.

They strode forward quickly, attacking the grenadiers from both sides, trying to subdue the enemy in an instant with their numerical advantage.

Faced with the attack from two powerful enemies, the grenadier sergeant showed no fear and instead took the initiative to attack.

He held the engineer shovel tightly in both hands, swung it hard, and chopped at one of them fiercely. The fierce attack forced the enemy to quickly raise his arms to block.

At this moment, another man seized the opportunity, raised his stick high, and smashed it hard on the grenadier sergeant’s head with all his strength.

However, because this person was too big, his entire chest was exposed when he attacked, revealing an obvious flaw.

The sergeant had been waiting for this opportunity. He pushed off with his feet, leaped forward, stepped one foot forward steadily, turned his shoulder armor to protect his body tightly, and took the powerful blow that was enough to shatter his shoulder blade, and then hit the opponent in the opposite direction.

At the same time, the dagger bayonet held tightly in his left hand thrust into the attacker’s abdomen like lightning, and stirred it steadily a few times.

“This… How is this possible… He was able to take my blow with his shoulder?!”

The sturdy man let out a painful scream, his eyes widened with disbelief, staring at the blood-stained monomolecular dagger that was pierced into his body.

After his heart and lungs were messed up, his body began to shake uncontrollably. His legs went limp and he fell heavily to the ground, only able to take short breaths.

“Supreme True God, save me! Ah!”

Finally, the sturdy man stretched out his dirty hand with trembling hands, used up his last bit of strength to grab the handle of the knife in front of his chest, and pulled it out violently.

At the moment the bloody bayonet was pulled out, blood mixed with human tissue fragments gushed out from the wound like a fountain.

The sturdy man gasped for breath, his eyes rolling upwards uncontrollably. Until the very end, he still couldn’t understand how someone with just a mortal body could take on his powerful killing stick and still be safe and sound.

“This is impossible! There is no way that anyone can take that blow! What kind of a monster are you!” Another rebel was shocked and angry, his eyes were red, and he rushed towards Sergeant Krieg like a madman.

Sergeant Krieg wore a grenadier skull gas mask, which obscured any expression on his face.

Facing the traitor rushing towards him, he held the shovel with both hands and swung it upwards. The traitor dodged in a hurry, but in doing so he fell into the trap.

The originally slashing shovel suddenly turned and instantly turned into a forward stab.

This sudden change of tactics caught the strong but not agile traitor off guard. He tried to dodge in panic, but lost his balance and his body began to shake.

Seizing this perfect flaw, the grenadier sergeant did not hesitate and rushed towards the other person regardless of the difference in their physical size.

“Go to hell! You bastards of the Corpse King!”

At the critical moment, the opponent also responded quickly, swinging the stick in his hand towards the grenadier sergeant’s head, trying to launch a final counterattack.

However, shockingly, this Krieg man disappeared from the place where he had just been like a ghost, as if what he had seen before was just an illusion.

“This… This is impossible…!” When the traitor reacted, he saw a flash of cold light, and the engineer shovel had already fallen from the sky with a fierce momentum. Puff! The sharp shovel blade effortlessly split the strong man’s head, just like splitting a ripe watermelon.

The sturdy man’s body staggered, and finally fell heavily to the ground, just in time to crush his brother’s last breath.

The grenadier sergeant shook off the blood on the shovel with an expressionless face, walked towards the box without looking back, and reached out to open the box.

There were many dusty flagpoles lying quietly in the box, looking particularly old in the dim light.

The grenadier sergeant bent down and began to search carefully. As time passed, he seemed to forget everything around him and devoted himself to the search.

Suddenly, his body froze in place, and his originally orderly movements instantly became trembling.

With a loud crash, he grabbed the edge of the box with both hands and slammed the entire box upside down on the ground. The things inside rolled out of the box one after another, making a dull sound on the ground.

When a ray of golden light shone into his dark lenses, his eyes instantly lit up.

He carefully pulled out a flagpole with a golden imperial eagle on top from the bottom.

On the base of the golden double-headed eagle at the top of the flagpole, four characters are engraved in High Gothic: ‘MCCCXIII’.

‘1313’.

The grenadier sergeant slowly knelt on the ground and thrust the engineer shovel into the ground.

His whole body was shaking violently, and his arms were trembling as he picked up the bare flagpole and gently wiped the dust off the eagle with a blood-stained rubber glove. His movements were gentle and respectful.

Each Imperial Astra Militarum regiment has only one gorgeous hand-embroidered regimental flag and an Imperial Sky Eagle flagpole issued by the Ministry of Munitions.

Whether it is the flag or the flagpole, they are both extremely precious and worthy of an entire regiment of soldiers protecting with their lives.

After two years of the humiliation of losing the regimental flag and flagpole, the flagpole engraved with the words ‘MCCCXIII’ has finally returned to the hands of its loyal guard.

The flagpole has been found, but…where is the regimental flag?

The grenadier sergeant searched for a long time in the dark cave, leaving no corner unsearched, but he still could not find any trace of the regimental flag.

After confirming that the regimental flag was not inside, he had no choice but to give up, holding the flagpole tightly, and quickly retreated to the ground.
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“Commander, the logistics trench has been successfully captured by the assault team. The infantry company is already on standby in the combat trench.” Staff Officer Clausewitz walked quickly to the commander and reported in a hurried but clear tone.

“The 1145th Infantry Regiment is about to launch a charge.” Horatio raised his telescope and stared ahead intently. He saw that their officers had already drawn their power swords from their waists, ready to lead the soldiers into battle.

The three rows of bayonets in the trenches flashed coldly in the dim light, and began to assemble like a steel forest. The soldiers were on full alert, waiting for the order to charge.

The knight mecha stands in the center of the no-man’s land, like an unshakable steel fortress.

A red light suddenly flashed in its eyes, and then the fallen knight began to slowly turn towards Horatio’s direction.

Horatio slightly adjusted the focus of the telescope and looked closely at the mecha. He could clearly see the twisted and hideous blasphemous patterns painted on its body. Those strange patterns seemed to move.

as well as……

!

On the flag hanging from the knight’s mecha’s hip, a hint of black, gold and red appeared.

[That is…?!]
(End of this chapter)