Raziel had just finished ordering a group of Kriegers to haul away the wounded, they had planned to shoot them. When he reminded them that every one of them who lived could rise to kill the foes of the Imperium of Man once more, lifting himself from the middle of common soldiers the young man pulled on his helmet. 

[color=Silver]"Take positions, bolters at the ready. They will be coming soon, protect the guardsman, they might not value their lives but we need as many alive as we can to help us hold the trench."[/color]

Raziel placed his power sword off to the side, resting both hands on his bolter. 

[color=Silver]"Controlled bursts, we might not see resupply until dark conserve ammunition where you can."[/color]

Raziel lifted his bolter letting his auto sense and helmet display double check his own belief that his weapon was fully loaded and ready for the incoming assault. 

[color=Silver]"Be safe brothers... And thank you for your patience. I know three of us would rather engage these foes in melee and meet our traitorous ill head on but we must hold for now... And when the time comes I'll sure we are the first ones through that gate, bringing justice to those who turned their back on the Emperor's grace.[/color]

He now spoke outwardly to the Krieg commander near his spot along the trench line. "Commander, have your men form ranks, have the sergeants call volley fire as they near our position. Do not fire until they close enough for you to see into their eyes, then unleash the fury of your weapons upon them." His eyes flicked forward and he took a long breath, switching back to vox communications so he could give orders as needed. The last charge had claimed many of the Krieg soldiers which he then had to explain why wounded should not be put to death unless a medical professional examined them first and came to that conclusion. He was amazed at how the people of Krieg viewed life.