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Death　awaited　him　and　he　welcomed　it。
Suddenly　calm；　Fierach　said；　'Daekian；　I　ask　only　one　thing　of　you。　Avenge　us。'
LEONID'S　SQUAD　HUDDLED　in　the　dust；　glittering　with　the　sheen　of　spilt　engine　fuel；　and　kept　their　heads　down　as　the　constant
thump　of　heavy　weapon　fire　blasted　from　the　enemy　trenches。
Despite　shouted　promises　over　the　vox…net；　their　Titan　support　had　yet　to　materialise。　The　Chimera　rocked　with　the　Shockwaves
of　nearby　explosions　and　Leonid　had　to　shout　to　be　heard　over　the　noise　of　battle。
'Corde！　Any　news　on　those　Titans？'
Guardsman　Corde　shook　his　head　furiously　as　another　blast　shook　their　refuge　and　Leonid　knew　that　it　was　only　a　matter　of　time
before　the　Chimera　was　blown　to　bits。
The　entire　squad；　or　at　least　what　was　left　of　it；　was　filled　with　the　same　indignant　fury　as　Leonid；　and　even　the　normally　placid
Guardsman　Corde　was　hell…bent　on　getting　to　grips　with　the　enemy。
But；　courageous　as　they　were；　it　would　be　almost　impossible　for　them　to　charge　across　such　open　ground。　They　would　be　heroes；
but　not　even　heroes　could　take　a　missile　and　survive；　no　matter　how　brave　they　were。　Leonid　knew　that　they　had　to　do　something
and　realised　that　this　was　a　time　when　he　had　to　earn　the　rank　badge　on　his　shoulder　boards。　This　was　the　time　when；　as　a　leader；
he　had　to　do　just　that。　Lead。
His　mind　made　up　Leonid　turned　to　face　Ellard　and　shouted；　'Sergeant；　gather　the　men。　We're　going　forward！'
The　sergeant　looked　for　a　moment　as　though　he　hadn't　heard　Leonid；　then　nodded　sharply　and　started　shouting　at　the　men；
gathering　them　into　position。　Leonid　snatched　the　handset　of　the　vox　unit　carried　on　Corde's　back　and　opened　a　channel　to　the
units　under　his　command。
'All　units；　this　is　Lieutenant　Colonel　Leonid。　We　are　attacking　the　traitor　trench　line。　Be　ready　and　remember；　the　Emperor　expects
every　man　to　do　his　best！　Leonid　out。'
He　dropped　the　vox　and　locked　eyes　with　Ellard。
'Ready；　sergeant？'
Ellard　nodded。　'As　I'll　ever　be；　sir。　You？'
Leonid　grinned。　'I　guess　we're　about　to　find　out。'
He　reached　out　to　shake　Ellard's　hand；　saying；　'Good　luck；　sergeant。'
'You　too；　sir。'
Leonid　hefted　his　rifle　and；　after　taking　a　deep　breath　to　slow　his　pounding　heart；　burst　from　cover　with　a　roar　of　hatred。　His
command　squad　rose　and　followed　their　leader's　example；　charging　forwards　with　a　howling　battle　cry。
Gunfire　reached　out　to　them；　instantly　cutting　a　swathe　of　Guardsmen　down　and　scattering　the　rest。
Graham　McNeill　？Storm　of　Iron？
'Spread　out！　Spread　out！'　yelled　Leonid。
They　fired　their　lasguns　and　grenade　launchers；　but　the　range　was　too　great。
Despite　the　tiny　impact　Leonid's　command　squad　had　on　the　traitor　line；　the　effect　on　the　Imperial　troops　was　electric。
The　embers　of　a　fierce；　wounded　pride　and　a　towering　sense　of　outrage　were　stoked　amongst　his　soldiers。　The　men　of　the　Jouran
Dragoons　rose　and　followed　their　courageous　commanding　officer。
Leonid　and　Ellard　charged　forwards　together；　their　boots　throwing　up　great　clouds　of　ash　behind　them。　The　squad　followed　at　their
heels；　incoherent　yells　of　anger　and　fear　carrying　them　through　the　fire。
Hot　adrenaline　dumped　into　Leonid's　system。　As　he　fired　his　rifle；　he　was　engulfed　by　a　wash　of　emotions。　Mad　exuberance
gripped　him；　a　wild　sense　of　danger　and　excitement。　His　fear　was　swept　away　and　he　laughed　with　the　sheer　vitality　he　possessed。
The　sky　above　had　never　seemed　quite　so　red；　nor　his　eyes　so　preternaturally　sharp。　He　could　make　out　the　faces　of　the　enemy
before　him　in　graphic　detail。
He　felt　like　he　was　charging　in　slow　motion；　bullets　and　lasfire　flashing　past　him　like　bright　streamers；　and　he　turned　to　yell
encouragement　at　the　men　behind　him。　Explosions　burst　around　him；　but　he　ran　on；　invincible。
New　strength　filled　his　limbs　and　he　surged　ahead　of　the　others。
Firing　from　the　hip；　the　noise　was　incredible。　He　heard　wild　howling。　His　own？
Something　jerked　his　sleeve。　Sharp　red　pain　blossomed　up　his　arm；　but　he　didn't　care。
He　was　riding　a　wave　of　courage　and　insanity。
A　terrible　roaring；　ripping　sound　dopplered　in　and　out　and　he　saw　the　din　kicked　up　in　spurts　before　him。　The　line　of　fire　kinked
right　and　tore　amongst　the　squad　beside　him。　Four　men　were　pitched　backwards；　bright　blood　spraying　from　their　shattered　chests。
That　couldn't　be　right。　This　was　a　charge　to　glory！　Their　faith　in　the　Emperor　and　the　justice　of　their　cause　was　their　shield　against
harm。　They　were　supposed　to　be　invincible。
His　step　faltered　and　his　vision　suddenly　expanded　to　encompass　the　carnage　around　him。　Bodies　littered　the　ground。　Hundreds？
Thousands？　There　were　so　many；　who　could　tell？
Brave　and　glorious　though　their　charge　had　been；　the　rational　part　of　Leonid's　brain　suddenly　realised　its　folly。　Frantic　charges
against　fortified　positions　without　fire　support　were　the　stuff　of　legend　until　you　actually　had　to　do　it　yourself。　Though　he　didn't
appreciate　it　on　a　conscious　level；　Leonid　had　reached　the　point　that　all　infantrymen　must　at　some　point　face。
The　point　where　the　initial　surge　of　adrenaline　had　worn　off　and　the　body's　innate　sense　of　self　preservation　kicked　in。　This　was
when　true　courage　was　required　to　carry　a　soldier　the　last　few　metres　towards　the　enemy。
Leonid　screamed　and　continued　forwards；　side　by　side　with　his　soldiers；　his　blood　pounding　and　his　heart　racing。
They　were　going　to　make　it！
The　traitor　line　was　barely　ten　metres　away。
Then　it　vanished　in　a　series　of　bright　flashes；　smoke　and　thunderous　noise。
A　giant　fist　smashed　him　in　the　chest。
He　fell；　fighting　for　breath；　his　vision　cartwheeling。
The　ground　rushed　up　to　meet　him　and　slammed　into　his　face；　hot　and　solid。
Someone　screamed　his　name。
Pain；　bright　red；　razor　stabs　of　pain　in　his　chest。
He　rolled　onto　his　back　as　noise　swelled　around　him；　screams　and　gunfire。　He　lifted　his　head　and　moaned　as　he　saw　scarlet　blood
on　his　breastplate。　Was　it　his？
He　dropped　his　head　and　closed　his　eyes　as　an　immense　weariness　settled　over　him。
Then　screamed　as　he　was　hauled　violently　up　and　thrown　over　someone's　shoulder；　his　chest　spasming　in　pain。　He　saw　broken；
blood　stained　earth　bouncing　below　him　and　a　bloodstained　Jouran　uniform　jacket。
He　was　being　carried　away　from　the　trenches；　he　realised；　bouncing　around　on　his　rescuer's　shoulder；　the　world　spinning　around
him。　Nothing　made　sense。　He　tried　to　find　his　voice；　but　all　that　he　managed　was　a　hoarse　croak。
The　man　carrying　him　suddenly　stopped　and　shucked　Leonid　from　his　shoulder；　propping　him　up　against　the　side　of　a　wrecked
tank。
Leonid's　eyes　swam　into　focus。
Sergeant　Ellard　knelt　beside　him；　checking　the　wound　in　his　chest。
'What　happened？'　Leonid　asked　thickly。
'You　got　yourself　shot；　sir；'　answered　Ellard。
Leonid　looked　at　his　chest。　'Did　I？'
'Aye；　sir。　You　were　ahead　of　everyone　else　and　took　a　round　to　the　chest。　Good　thing　you　had　your　flak　jacket　on　underneath　your
breastplate；　eh？　Still；　you're　going　to　have　a　hell　of　a　braise；　sir。'
'Yes；　I　suppose；'　said　Leonid；　relief　flowing　through　him。　'The　last　thing　I　remember；　we　were　just　about　to　jump　those　bastards。'
'Well；　I　guess　our　charge　wasn't　meant　to　hit　home。　Anyway　we've　got　to　keep　our　heads　down；　because　Corde　tells　me　that　our
vaunted　Titans　are　inbound　any　minute　and　we　sure　as　hell　don't　want　to　be　anywhere　near　those　trenches　when　they　open　fire。'
Leonid　tried　to　stand；　but　pain　flooded　through　him　and　he　slumped　back。　'Imperator；　this　hurts！'
'Yes；　I　think　you　caught　it　in　the　solar　plexus；　so　just　lay　still　for　a　while；　sir。　You're　going　to　be　alright。'
'Sure；'　said　Leonid。　'By　the　way；　thank　you；　sergeant。　For　carrying　me　out。'
'Not　to　worry；　sir；　but　if　you　don't　mind　me　asking；　what　the　hell　were　you　doing？　With　all　due　respect；　sir；　you　took　off　like　a
bloody　madman。'
'I　don't　know；　sergeant。　I　couldn't　think　straight；'　said　Leonid；　shaking　his　head。　'All　I　could　see　was　the　line　of　trenches　and　how　I
had　to　get　there。　It　was　insane；　I　know；　but；　by　the　Emperor；　it　felt　amazing！　It　was　as　though　I　could　hear　and　see　everything　so
clearly　and　there　was　nothing　I　couldn't　do…　And　then　I　got　shot；'　he　finished　lamely。
Graham　McNeill　？Storm　of　Iron？
More　bodies　began　to　join　them　as　the　distant　t