Among the Funeral-Bound Serfs there are those fitted with crude firearms, pressed into their hands as tools rather than weapons. Rifles are strapped to swollen torsos with wire and leather, triggers extended or weighted so clumsy fingers can pull them. Many do not understand range, aim, or conservation of ammunition. They are taught only to advance, raise the weapon, and fire until it jams or they fall. The recoil bruises already-rotting flesh, yet they do not flinch, emptying magazines into smoke and shadow with vacant persistence.
These ranged serfs are positioned behind the heavier bodies of their kin, firing through gaps in the press or over mounds of fallen flesh. Officers and overseers use hooks, chains, and shouted commands to orient them roughly toward the enemy. Accuracy is irrelevant; volume is everything. Their gunfire fills the battlefield with constant noise, masking movement and turning advance into a grinding wall of sound. Spent casings sink into mud mixed with blood and black tears, while misfires and explosions are simply absorbed into the mass.
Their role is suppression through expendability. They pin enemies in place not by skill, but by the certainty that the fire will not stop. When ammunition runs dry, many continue to pull triggers until the weapon breaks, then stumble forward to be trampled or cut down. To face the gun-bearing Funeral-Bound Serfs is to understand that even technology has been reduced to a function of grief, a tool stripped of intent and used only to keep the march moving.
“We pull the trigger until it is empty, like us.”
️ Perfect for resin printing
A dream for painters and grimdark collectors
The set – "Funeral-Bound Serfs (shooting) x5", designed by Wargames Crew
Total size from 36 to 52mm
Base size is 25mm
These files were professionally supported and test printed by Anycubic M7.
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