mortars and las fire ripped over the trench i was in. we had been pinned down for over three hours. the commisanor was walking around reciting praises to the emperor.
"THEY ARE COMING!" a guardsmen yelled. i peeked over the top of my trench to see thousands of heretics charging us. i readied my las-gun and prepared for them.
"remember men. NOT ONE STEP BACK" the commisonar yelled, we all cheered and on his order fired into the horde. we fired till we ran out of ammo. then we fought with bayonets. and our knives. one by one we fell. soon it was only me left.
"are you prepared to die for your fake god, corspe worshiper."one heretic asked. i simply aimed a laspistol i found and shot him between the eyes. there was a beat of silence as the body fell. then i let out a roar, "FOR THE EMPEROR!" and charged into the horde. i took many down with me as i fought. but in the end i fell. as i died i heard several large booms. then screams and bolter fire. before i slipped away i heard a voice, and saw a large figure clad in blue armor with gold trim stand before me, "the emperor is pleased guardsmen. you have done your duty well. now rest forever in the emperors embrace." then i was gone.
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the guardsman
Fanficmy first short story. a platoon of guardsmen are pinned down by heretics. this is the story of their last stand. warhammer 40k does not belong to me.
