Disclaimer: I do not own Warhammer 40k. Warhammer 40k belongs to Games Workshop

I couldn't tell how long it had been since I had started my walk through this no man's land. The transports had been by now lost from my sight and the only thing I saw now was only the baren wasteland.

I wanted to take a gulp from my trusty field canteen when I saw it. A small cloud of dust and smoke kame right tore wards me.

Quickly I searched the pockets of my coat until I finally found my binoculars and looked through them. The sight that greeted me was very much concerning.

It was a small column of vehicles. I could spot a Taurox at the front followed by at least 4 normal truck and about 3 bikes.

But the vehicles themselves weren't the bad part. It was more the people that drove them and the symbols on them.

The first thing I noticed was the symbol of Khorne that was painted everywhere every vehicle was covered blood, guts, skulls and other body parts and chaotic symbols. The crew and drivers weren't better either.

I had considered myself a considerably well-educated scholar of the Warhammer lore so I could identify Blood Pact members when I see them. They looked like a mix of WW2 and Mad Max in red. They seemed to be armed with auto guns and not with las guns. At least the bikers were because I could spot their guns sung over their backs.

I reacted fast.

I turned around and jumped into the first crater I found promptly sinking in up to my hip in mud.

By now I could hear the rumbling of the engines coming closer and closer and by now small brittles of dirt began to crumple into my hidy hole.

Suddenly there was a loud bang, then a screech followed by a crash and a lot of cursing and shouting. Slowly I crawled to the top of my hole and peeked over the top to see what had happened.

The Taurox had apparently driven over a mine and the front had been blown of that had been followed with the truck which was driving right behind him ramming into its rear, the two bikers hadn't been able to evade the sudden blockade and had been turned into mush upon impact.

Now the convoy was in disarray cultists were running around and screaming at each other. They hadn't noticed me yet which was very fortunate. I already thought about crawling back away but then two of the cultists broke away from the group and came in my direction.

I pressed myself deep into the mud and hoped that they would not see me. As they came closer, I was able to hear them talking to each other.

''This is complete frack! Now we won't teach the battle in time. The battle will be over and the skulls been taken before we can fire a single shot!'' I could hear a greasy voice muffled by a gas mask.

His companion answered him swiftly. "Worry not comrade, I'm sure that we will be able to take enough heads to pleas the lord of skulls with our deeds."

They were close now and I was nearly pissing myself. They couldn't have been farther away than a meter now. If they would find me then I couldn't really defend me.

Suddenly they both stopped and I heard a zipping sound and shortly after the pitter and patter of fluid.

Before I could really register what was happening, I felt the impact of a thin stream of something falling on my commissar cap. By now I knew what was happening, and by now I wasn't so sure I getting caught hadn't been the better option.

Before I could think further, I heard a loud smash and the roar of a deep voice.

"A'm gonna smash yor fogging head' inn."

The two cultists must had heard it too because I heard them scrambling around. "Oh shitt! They managed to free themselves."

I peeked bravely over the edge to look what had happened. The things I saw was truly a sight to behold.

Apparently, the trucks hadn't been just trucks. At least one of them had apparently used as prisoner transport and one of those prisoners was nothing less than a fracking Ogryn!

Now said Ogryn was attacking the cultists while using one like a club. With him were soldiers in green uniforms and flack armor.

I also saw that the two cultists were fixed on the battle and weren't even looking in my direction. This was a chance I had to take.

I unholstered my bolt gun and aimed it directly at the nearest cultist, then I pulled the trigger.

I had fired guns before you know. But they had been pea shooters compared to the thing I was holding now. I was prepared for blowback, but not to such an amount.

It felt like a kick boxer had used my shoulder as a training dummy and I was thrown back into the ditch covered in the gore of my target.

I had no time to recover because suddenly the next cultists jumped screaming onto me swinging a knife like the madman he was. I tried to lift my gun but he was quicker he grabbed me by the arm that was holding my gun and rammed it down to ram it into my heart. Luckily it broke at the chest plate covering my upper body. I took that chance and punched him into the face as hard as I could. He let go of my arm and fell on his back. The next things were like autopiloted.

I drew my power sword and activated it. I raised the sword over my head and split him in half from head to crotch.

I grabbed the gun from the ground and basically jumped out of the hole.

The battle was still going and I aimed the bolt gun at the next cultist I saw. Without hesitation I pulled the trigger and he exploded in two halves. The next one followed quickly.

After that everything became a blur of violence and blood.

The next thing I registered was that my boot was inside the ribcage of a cultist. And the only ones remaining were decimated by the imperials.

When the very last one was eliminated, their attention was their attention shifted to me.

The guardsmen stared at me with open eyes. They definitely hadn't expected to see a commissar here heling them. But before they could say anything I was enveloped into a bone disintegrating hug and a booming voice roared into my ear.

"Pointy head comm'sar is 'ere do oi get cookys now from the empra?!"

So this was now the fourth chapter of our commissar story. Looks like our commissar has found some allies that could maybe help him out a little. Of course if he is still in one piece and with intact eardrums. I hope you liked it if you have ideas how I could improve my story please leave a review with your ideas.

Dealer Van Wolfenstein