Vol III | Chapter VIII

Author's Announcement

Since I haven't had the urge to write for a while, also because of how I needed a break from Masha and Hylric with their journey through the DC Universe and its heroes - so I have decided why not a change and finally put in the 107th back to recover that sense of proper guardsman in their roots?!

Anyways, hope you enjoy and if you do consider leaving a vote and comments on what you think!

P.S - I took a double Degree and this might be it for me. But not the story. Might just be extremely busy. Just busy for the next 3 years with no time to update! Despair and lose hope! But I will return! A Guardsman never breaks! For the Emperor! (and Henry Cavill to get that production otw)

◹][◸ ~ Astra Militarum ~◹][◸

With the Kommisar's full attention, the Quartermaster immediately went on to cover the general yet summarized report he has collected as he wasted no time to keep it short but informative enough it will provide a sufficient evaluation of their current predicament.

Moreover, the Quartermaster has even issued a documented written report to which he lends to the Kommisar, to which the seated enforcer received and began to analyze the well-made reported documents.

On the written pages, it orderly lists the salvaged equipment and the numbers of armored vehicles. On the next page, it mentioned the food rations that were left and how rationing will be cut to each guardsman. Again, on the next page, it covered the number of injured.

So far, the given documents excellently covered the important and priorities straight, all the while mentioning others as well even if it falls short of the list of high priorities and much-needed attention.

Rather impressed and satisfied, as to be expected of the diligent work of the guardsmen in the Death Korps, the Kommisar gave the Quartermaster an expressive nod to convey he has very much appreciated the ordered and well-documented report.

"Excellent work, Quartermaster. Get some rest. Dismissed."

Receiving the compliment, instruction, and dismissal, the Quartermaster simply followed the Kommisar's directive order as he gave a decorated salute as he slammed his boot to the other as he stood straight – showing a great display of proper salutation – before the soldier took his leave and out the tent.

Left alone to contemplate the regiment's next move and its concerning situation, the high-ranking officer just had to let out a loud and deep audible sigh as he looked up to the roof of his tent as he seemingly got lost in the imagination and fatigue that plagued his mind and body.

He needed rest, but a decision was needed; urgently.

Therefore, without wanting to waste precious time, he called out to a guardsman outside to gather the most senior guardsmen and watchmasters for an important discussion that would reform the unit and restore the command structure.

As crucial as restoring the command structure was, currently it was an entire mess since technically speaking, again he was the only higher-ranking officer that seemingly survived the assault. With the absence of officers and kommisars, it would be absolutely difficult to maintain proper coordination and order in the regiment. Thereby as to solve the problem, Kaiser would just have to do what would normally be done on any occasion in their severe situation;

Pull the guardsmen that have lived and survived the toughest and longest to promote the 'lucky' soldiers into officers. The highest rank a guardsman can be promoted to at Kaiser's ranking authority to enact.

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With the orders relayed to gather the guardsmen that fit the described traits and span of their service – in a single file rank the chosen guardsmen stood so perfectly still it was so difficult to believe that these were living guardsmen – then again, these soldiers were just dead men walking.

Disregarding the pure zealot mindset and undeterred prowess that the death world Krieg produced within its guardsmen, the Death Korps in itself is just a mere living graveyard – with moving and breathing soldiers.

The moment a guardsman donned their mask and equipped their weapons and equipment, the moment a life is born in the death world of Krieg;

That life has already been forfeited.

As the guardsmen that were chosen stood in silence with no complaint about the bitter cold and the long wait, the sound of traversing boots through the thick layer of snow caught their attention but made no movement to turn their heads and break their impeccable stance.

Suffering in a terrible and winded state due to the wounds reopening, the Kommisar have nonetheless pushed through as he made his way to the center to address the guardsmen as he hoped his voice could reach the group.

To keep it short as to save himself the time and energy, he made it clear;

"The Watchmasters will be removed and promoted to Officers. The guardsmen that have seniority over the course of their service will be assigned to squads and be turned into Grenadiers. Meanwhile, the several Grenadiers will be put on to take the lead over the squad as Watchmasters."

The Kommisar take a short breather until he began again.

"Step forward when your number is called!"

◹][◸ ~ Astra Militarum ~◹][◸

Author's Announcement

FanFic story may go on hiatus for maybe a long time. Who knows? :)

But I will still be notified of any comments to which if I can, I will reply. (I am the ever-watchful eye) *Illuminati conspiracy theme*

Take care y'all!