Krieg, Charge!!!

Your vision blurred. A small figure seemed to appear before you, wearing a strangely shaped Breathing Mask and a brown military waterproof coat.

You struggled to breathe and tried to call for help.

An Entrenching Tool struck you on the head, and blood streamed down.

You teetered on the brink of death once more and fell unconscious.

Still unconscious, you were dragged into an underground passage and deeper below... You had been captured.

By sheer luck, you survived.

On the first day, you gradually woke from your coma. Before you could make sense of your surroundings, a Middle-aged Man dressed like an officer came before you.

He introduced himself as Colonel Yurton, commander of the 83rd Cadian Regiment. Not long ago, you—an unknown person of mysterious origins—had appeared on Krieg's Death World and were accidentally captured by a Loyalist Cadian soldier.

You demonstrated your loyalty to the Emperor and tried to explain that it had all been arranged by the Emperor. Colonel Yurton believed you.

You suddenly realized that, while you had been unconscious, every injury in your body had completely healed.

You proposed to Colonel Yurton that you wished to learn more combat skills and survival knowledge. Without the slightest hesitation, Colonel Yurton immediately agreed to your request.

Colonel Yurton explained that nuclear fire had destroyed the entire planet's surface. The rebellion that had swept across the planet had been temporarily crushed, but the surviving rebels were still stubbornly resisting, while the Loyalists had suffered devastating losses.

"Your arrival is an honor for the Cadian Shock Troops. To fight for the Emperor, the Cadian Shock Troops are willing to pay any price!" Colonel Yurton declared.

Brimming with confidence, you followed Colonel Yurton out of your place of confinement.

You failed to notice the fervor and shock in Colonel Yurton's eyes.

On the second day, in an underground passage at the front line, a Cadian Watch Sergeant wearing a Breathing Mask and steel helmet, draped in a black-green waterproof coat, became your superior.

You tried to speak with them, but they said nothing. They merely led you to where the equipment was stored and gestured for you to choose whatever you wanted.

You inadvertently noticed that nearly every piece of equipment was covered in dried blood. You paid it no mind and quickly put on gear identical to that of the Cadian soldiers: a steel helmet, Breathing Mask, Military Boots, and a black waterproof coat.

You carried more Stikkbombs and picked up a Lucius Pattern Lasgun, which you immediately took a liking to.

Your superior handed you a Heavy Chainsword. You tried asking whether there were any long-handled weapons, such as an Entrenching Tool, but they still said nothing.

Fully armed, you followed the Watch Sergeant into battle against the rebels.

The firefights in the underground alleys were fierce and bloody. You instinctively tensed up, constantly studying the Watch Sergeant's techniques.

You unexpectedly ran into an ambush. A lone rebel rushed at you, and your lasgun's ammunition ran out in an instant. The rebel was blasted into a pulp. Your breathing quickened as you stood there, still shaken.

The Watch Sergeant had watched everything. Once the brief battle ended, he or she told you that the Lucius Pattern Lasgun was immensely powerful, but its battery capacity was too low. In battle, you needed to learn to conserve ammunition and remain combat-ready at all times.

Understanding dawned on you. It was not that they refused to speak, but that they had been unwilling to associate with a mysterious stranger. You had killed rebels and proven your loyalty. Now, you were comrades.

On the third day, you slit the throats of two rebels with your Heavy Chainsword during a battle. Your outstanding performance even caught the Watch Sergeant's attention, and the taciturn officer tried to ask you for advice on using bladed weapons.

On the fourth day, under the Watch Sergeant's leadership, you joined his Infantry Squad. The ten-man squad had an immensely difficult mission: the rebels were launching a frenzied assault on the Loyalists' underground hive city. Your task was to stop the enemy's advance and attempt to push them back.

You gradually seemed to adapt to fighting in the underground alleys. Using the shadows of the passages and large numbers of Stikkbombs, you began successfully eliminating small groups of rebels.

During a lull in the fighting, you received a reward the Watch Sergeant had specially found for you: an Entrenching Tool that fit your hand perfectly.

In the first week, the fighting in the underground passages grew ever more brutal. The rebels attacked like an unceasing tide. Your squad lost three soldiers in succession, and despite repeatedly asking over the past few days, you never learned their names.

In the second week, the scorched stench of flesh colliding with laser fire filled the underground passages. You, too, had become increasingly taciturn. The damned rebels actually used Laser Cannons in the dark, cramped underground alleys. Even when the immense recoil shook them into corpses, the crazed rebels still insisted on inflicting grievous losses on the Infantry Squad.

A Cadian soldier who had fought in perfect sync with you was blasted into a haze of flesh and blood, leaving not even a keepsake behind. You flew into a rage, slung the heavy Inferno Gun over your back, and charged into the rebel-held underground passages. You killed large numbers of rebels, seized an underground alley, and successfully completed the Infantry Squad's mission. But you felt nothing but sorrow.

In the third week, Colonel Yurton heard of your heroic deeds. He suggested that you join his guard unit to receive more elite combat training and learn command skills. You refused Colonel Yurton's proposal and, despite his fierce objections, accepted the Watch Sergeant's recommendation to become a Cadian Grenadier.

Overwhelmed by grief, you seemed to enter a strange state—mad yet Calm down.

You seemed to long for death, yet bore an inexpressible loyalty. You could only pour the Emperor's endless wrath upon the rebels who kept surging back.

This time, at the cost of only several fingers, you reclaimed another rebel-held underground passage.

Your repeated exceptional performances seemed to have drawn the rebel commander's attention. The battles ahead would only grow more difficult.

In the fourth week, Colonel Yurton personally issued orders for your Infantry Squad to hold several captured underground passages, with no order to retreat... unless you chose to yield and join Colonel Yurton's Cadian guard.

You tried to explain matters to the Watch Sergeant and persuade them to temporarily disobey orders, leaving only you behind to defend. But they gave no response. They simply led the two remaining Cadian soldiers of the Infantry Squad and, without a word, set up the Heavy Bolter and carried over more Stikkbombs.

You fell silent as well. Without a word, you slung the heavy Inferno Gun and Entrenching Tool over your back, picked up a Lucius Pattern Lasgun, entered the passage to set traps, and buried more mines.

The battle that belonged to you—and to the entire Infantry Squad—had begun.

The roar of the Heavy Bolter was deafening. Lasgun flashes flickered desperately, nearly illuminating the entire pitch-black underground passage as brightly as day.

Yet countless rebels surged like a raging tide. No sooner had one wave been wiped out than another came charging in.

The two ordinary Cadian soldiers fell beside you. Though nameless even in death, their fingers never released the lasguns' triggers until the weapons' batteries were completely drained.

The situation gradually became dire. You detonated the buried mines, and the violent shockwave hurled the flesh and blood of countless rebels against your waterproof coat. You instinctively turned your gaze, only to discover that, at some point, half the body of the Watch Sergeant operating the bolter had been vaporized by lasgun fire. Now, with only the last thread of consciousness remaining, they kept pulling the trigger.

The bolter's roar abruptly stopped. The rebels began organizing another assault. Behind your Breathing Mask, tears of blood seemed to trail from the corners of your eyes.

Silently, you slung the Inferno Gun's battery over your back and strapped Stikkbombs all over your body.

You retreated some distance, crawled into the shadows, and waited for your chance.

In your daze, you seemed to recall the prayer verses the usually quiet Watch Sergeant occasionally muttered.

"Breathing is war, death is peace. To linger on is shame, death is redemption," you stammered.

More and more rebels poured into the underground alleyway. You pulled the pins from most of your grenades and leapt out of the shadows.

In an instant, your furious roar echoed through the entire underground alleyway!

"Cadian... charge!!!"

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