We are elite of the Emperor [Wh40k]

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language, and this translation is made in night, there is possibility of misspellings. If there is something you wont understand, let me know ok :)



We were Enfornin 52 regiment, which was intended to delay Hive fleet Behemoth at the forefront of countless other regiments, until the evacuation would be ready. Battles are not gone as planned. We were entrenched abandoned bunker, hoping to expect from the insufficient protection to endure this hell. We were the remaining thirty youngsters anymore, the man without the usual line commanders.

"They are coming!" I heard in my ears my battle mates terrified scream, "They burrow through the walls!". And indeed, first claws appeared in the concrete wall as it would have been a thin parchment, and born in the hole Genestealers crashed out at the same time, killing a nearby soldier. That man is not misfortune, died immediately, but stayed wriggling in the ground in agony. Laser weapons, carbines and autoguns constant clanking noise accompanied the Tyranid died squawk. But how many creature we shot, it felt like the filthy creatures should always be more and more. When at least fifty geenirepijää had died, I noticed a panicked by a soldier with a flamethrower. "Come here with the gun," cried to him, but that terror kangistama man did not seem to hear huutoani. Mieshän seemed to faint at any moment! I ran to the man's house and took his gun, giving him his own carbine and ran back toward the wall of the hole in the gun front of me. When I was directly in front of the aperture, i jelled others to move out, And does not produce required to repeat twice. When no one was longer on the road, I pulled the trigger to the bottom, and I felt a scorching heat that left from the burning of that jelly spit weapon. I heard the screams of cheering teammates, and even the beasts that go bump in the cries of pain. Combustible carcass stench was suffocating. In the past screams suppressed was absolutely quiet. We heard only in each other's breath, and the flames crackle. Seriously wounded man was silent, he was no longer alive. None of us dared to move or lower the gun, all feared another attack at any moment.



The silence lasted for less than half an hour before the crash began again, this time even harder. For some steps from a distance was a heavy rumble, which were clearly coming towards us. When the steps were pretty close, we heard from the blood to help stop screaming, and just moments later, the bunker roof pierced huge scythe-like claw. That's the nail could only belong to a single creature. "Carnifex!" We all cried in unison, knowing that we are doomed. That's a terrible creature tore our protection the roof completely off, killing three men at the same time. When the roof is no longer been reached Genestealers jump freely attacked us from above, slaughtering many brave soldiers who went to attack against these monsters with weapons, and even simply by hitting fists. Soon we had left longer ten, back to the wall, a corner of the earth was still in the remainder of the roof. We ran all close to the door that would lead to lower corridors and hopefully to safety. Somehow we managed to get out there and rynnimme in a small room, all except the last which Carnifex got caught at the last minute. I slammed the door and locked it with a few large concrete piece we found



We had run maybe two miles, silent and preoccupied with our own ideas, when we noticed in our left side of the corridor with the door to the peep of light. The first line runs a man peeped cautiously in, and then beckoned us to come after him. Again, this was a bunker, similar to what we had left, although in much better shape. The walls were only a few holes, just a man carrying. Peek in on all around us, and gently to the openings. The terrain was bland, mostly craters, destroyed by war planes and corpses. But one thing our attention. We saw quite close to us in chimeric, and even looking intact. Carefully making sure that the enemy was in sight, we went to low creep towards a possible salvation. When we got to the machine over to drivers found to be dead, and rose to my mind a depressing thought. None of us do not know how to drive this, and if so in what direction should go. We had a consultation about how we should act, and the soldier named Kevin Pittman suggested that I try to navigate to the east following line of the bunkers and hope that we would find