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''Keep shooting you damn bastards, if one of those gets into this trench then I will shove my sword so far up your arses that you can taste the forcefield.'' I bellowed in the attempt to keep the soldiers from deserting and oh wonder it actually worked. The whole ''make them fear you more than them'' shit actually worked!

Right now, I was in the trench and I have to admit it looked like the shit came closer to the fan by every moment. Only one of the six Bloodletters had been put down and next to them were still the masses upon masses of cultists. We were at the point were aiming wasn't even an issue. Now it was just spray and pray.

By now I thought that Forkester could give us that promised support. Like right now!

''Commissar! We are being overrun!''. Shouted Joren, his face was white like a ghost by now. That was not good. The morale was sinking and that was bad. If things would continue like this then the soldiers would be already broken before the enemy would reach our position. In this case the commissar had the duty to keep them holding the line. The question was just how?

Sadly, my thinking was disturbed by something. ''Commissar behind you!'' Screamed Joren with pure fear in his eyes while looking behind me. Out of reflex I dived to the left just in time to avoid the burning messing that was getting rammed into the spot where I once was.

I turned around and the only thing that ran to my head was ''Why the fuck again?'' In front of me was yet another Bloodletters. I mean what ere the fucking chances? One bloodletter was not normal but two?! By now someone could think that I may or may have not pissed someone really off.

Without a second thought I pulled out my bolt pistol and pulled the trigger. The self-propelled mini rocked left the barrel and hit the target it was intend to hit.

But then something unexpected happened. The daemon was ripped apart and we all were covered in gore and daemon blood.

I blinked, then looked at the pistol in my hand with a disbelieving glance. Carefully I took out the magazine and inspected the cartridges. ''Who the fuck changed my bolts with tank rounds?'' I thought.

But in the next moment my attention was focused on something else. I could hear a loud rumbling and with a roar the two Baneblades came thundering to our position. One with a smoking barrel. ''Oh.'' I thought. ''Now that makes a lot more sense.''

I cleared my throat and looked at the soldiers and dog around me. ''Alright fellas! Our support is here let's show those maniacs wat you are made of! No defeat! No surrender!'' What followed was a wall of laser, bullets and rockets merciless hammering into the heretical lines.

It actually looked like a possible victory. And it was true the waves of bodies thinned until it stopped. Slowly the soldiers and I lowered our weapons and scanned the battlefield to see if there were still cultists and/or daemons left. But it looked like it was over.

The men threw their helmets, caps and guns in the air and began to cheer. I was also quite happy that I had apparently survived my first real battle.

But my happiness was interrupted by a soldier with a Vox caster on his back. ''Sir! The general wants to talk with you in the command center. He says it's urged.'' I nodded and

I was making my way through the trenches past soldiers and fortifications until I had reached the city. There we met Serlan. ''Commissar'' she said with a nod, ''Mayor'' I answered returning gesture.

We walked along the street in direction of the command center. While doing that I looked around inspecting the city. I noticed that there were some collapsed buildings more than before. I saw guardsmen, PDF and even some civilians walking around, helping the wounded and taking care of the dead.

After passing some blocks we finally made it to the command center. I entered the command center and was greeted by the general himself. He grinned and looked around. ''Look who it is the commissar who saved the morale of the troops. I have to say getting those men march without executing at least a few of them, I have to say, I am impressed!''

I grinned behind my mask. ''Well, general I have to say thank you. I am not sure if I deserve this credit. I after all just did my duty, in the name of the emperor's name.'' I answered feeling a bit more confident by the general's praise.

''Of course, commissar as we all do.'' The general said grinning at me. ''I have to say when Bratar gave me his report I was weary.''

That moment my heart stopped and I swallowed. From the first moment I was a bit weirded out because I was actually still alive. After all, if I would describe the Imperium with three words, big, xenophobic and religious. I actually started to assume that they had either some kind of brain damage, I had some kind of God like charisma or Warhammer wasn't that evil. But looking at he general's grin those assumptions evaporated.

I glanced around the room and saw that Bratar and his men hand entered the room behind me and began to point their weapons at me.

''You were useful to us ''Commissar'' but I fear the Imperium just doesn't have use for disgusting heretics and traitors like you.'' The Cadians around me aimed their weapons at me while I stood there slowly comprehending what was about to happen. I would die. Just like that it was over. But well getting shot by them was probably better than what else could have happened I could have been taken by the Inquisition at the organization with the slogan ''Innocence proves nothing'' wasn't someone I had been keen to meet. So, in conclusion better die now then later.

I readied myself and took a deep breath. The last thing I saw wasForkester barking thefiring order.

After that my world turned black.

Well ladies and gentlemen,

that was my seventh chapter of ''Stuck in Warhammer'' I hope you liked it, and again if you found any mistakes please point them out and I will see if and how I can correct them in future chapters. I am also sorry that this took me so long.