Looking at the endless Chaos Legion ahead of the defenses, Alessandro pulled out the emblem of the Lord of Justice from within his collar. It was his faith; the young man believed that there was a Savior in this world, Malin was one, the Nameless was another. Their existence ignited the flames of hope.
"Soldiers! We stay here to uphold the Commune's credo!" The commissar was giving a pre-battle speech over there. Alessandro felt he was truly wasting his efforts; these were veterans of the Northern Commune, no one needed such encouragement. Having battled Chaos for so many years, they all held deep-seated grudges against the Chaos, there were no cowards.
However... it's great that Rhodes and Sudel are not here. Although Alessandro felt he was certainly going to die here today, the core members of the Sharpshooter unit were still around. With them here, even if the Sharpshooter unit all died here today, Alessandro wouldn't have any regrets.
