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*The Death Korps Marshal is a siege-master cut from the same grey iron as the line he drives — no duellist and no hero, an officer whose worth is counted in ground taken and bodies spent.* His Voice of Command carries two Orders a round where a junior officer manages one, and he leans them into the Grinding Advance without pause: Move! Move! Move! and Into the Guns! walk the whole regiment forward through its own falling barrage. He fights with a laspistol and a power sword and trusts a refractor field over heavier plate, an ordinary body at the head of an extraordinary machine. He never breaks and never yields a step; the advance is his to begin, and once begun it does not stop until the objective lies under Krieg boots.

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*The Watchmaster is the Marshal's hand along the line — a hard, unhurried junior officer who keeps the lockstep in step while the guns fall.* His Voice of Command issues a single Order each round, most often the one that keeps the Grinding Advance moving, and he walks among the masked ranks rather than ahead of them. A laspistol and a power sword arm him beneath flak and the ever-present rebreather; he is a durable, disciplined body and nothing more ornate. Where the Marshal starts the advance, the Watchmaster holds it together, dressing the ranks and driving them onward one measured order at a time. He does not need to be brilliant, only unbending — and the Korps makes him exactly that.

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*The Commissar-Quartermaster is discipline and accountancy in one grey coat — the officer who keeps the line steady and keeps the ledger of the dead.* His Aura of Discipline lets friendly Krieg within six inches hold firm without testing Nerve, and a wavering fighter can be steadied by Summary Execution, a pistol-round that spends one body to save the rest. In his other role he carries the Grinding Advance, tallying the fallen so they can be replaced by number rather than mourned. A bolt pistol, a power sword and a refractor field arm him; the Quartermaster's ledger does the colder work. He does not lead the charge — he ensures that no one leaves it.

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*The Ministorum Priest is Krieg's atonement made flesh — a firebrand in stained robes who preaches the regiment's endless penance as he swings.* His zealot's bark lets friendly fighters within six inches re-roll a failed Nerve test and adds an Attack to any that fight beside him, faith turned to fury at the point of contact. He goes lightly armoured, a laspistol in one hand and a roaring chainsword in the other, fragile enough that the enemy should fear letting him reach them but rarely gets the chance. Where the Priest walks, the masked ranks press harder into the guns, certain that death in the advance is the only absolution the Korps is ever offered.

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*The Combat Engineer is the sapper of the grinding advance — the specialist who opens the ground the line walks over and brings down whatever will not move.* He carries a trench-shotgun for the close work, a meltagun and a demolition charge for bunkers and armour, and the entrenching tool that lets him cut cover from bare earth. Under the Grinding Advance he goes forward with the masked ranks, breaching wire and wall so the lockstep never has to stop. Flak and the rebreather are his only protection; his worth is in the spade and the charge, clearing a road through the enemy's works one demolition at a time.

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*The Regimental Medic is the body-economy in the field — less a healer of men than a keeper of numbers, salvaging what the grind leaves behind.* His narthecium grants friendly Krieg nearby a Feel No Pain roll against their wounds and lets him work Recovery on the fallen, dragging a fighter back to the line rather than letting a body go to waste. He carries a laspistol and flak beneath the rebreather and works behind the leading ranks, where the casualties gather. He does not halt the advance to save a life; he follows it, gathering the spent so they can be spent again.

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*The Krieg Grenadier is the masked line itself — a disciplined trooper cheaper than most factions' rank and file, meant to be spent and never to break.* He carries a lasgun and the entrenching tool that digs his own cover, flak and the rebreather that lets him walk through his own falling barrage. Under the Grinding Advance he tests no Nerve and holds regardless of the losses around him; the doctrine that makes him fearless also marks him expendable. He is the body the whole regiment is built around — plentiful, obedient, and walking forward in lockstep into the guns without a backward glance.

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*The Krieg Special-Weapons trooper is the masked line's close answer — a Grenadier carrying the tool that clears a trench the lasguns cannot.* A flamer, meltagun or grenade launcher rides in his hands where another would carry a rifle, and the entrenching tool and flak come as standard beneath the rebreather. Under the Grinding Advance he walks forward with the rest, holding his fire until the range collapses and then emptying it into whatever holds the line. He is the reason the lockstep does not stall at the wire: when the advance meets cover, he is the body sent to burn it out.

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*The Krieg Mortar Team is the creeping barrage given crew — a two-man platform that walks Indirect fire ahead of the advancing line.* Set behind the masked ranks, it drops shells onto ground the lockstep has not yet reached, softening the enemy and screening the advance in smoke as the Korps closes. Flak and rebreathers cover both crew, who move slowly and shoot from cover rather than press forward. Under the Grinding Advance it is the leaned heavy backbone — not the tip of the attack but the rhythm behind it, the falling barrage the whole regiment marches in step with.

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*The Krieg Conscript is the cheapest real body on any battlefield — the endless levy, fed into the grind by the score and spent like ammunition.* He carries a lasgun, an entrenching tool and light flak beneath the same rebreather every Korpsman wears, and little else; there is no economy in equipping a number. Under the Grinding Advance he is fearless by doctrine, walking into fire that would rout a braver soldier because the Korps has left him no other road. He takes ground not by skill but by arithmetic — where one falls, another takes up the number and keeps walking.

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*The Death Rider is the one fast element in a regiment that walks — a masked lancer on a hard-bred steed, sweeping wide where the line grinds straight.* His nine-inch move carries him around a flank the rest of the Korps will take an age to reach, and the hunting lance he levels strikes with brutal, armour-splitting force on the charge before settling to ordinary work. A laspistol rides at his hip and flak covers him, but speed and that first impact are his real weapons. Under the Grinding Advance he is the exception that proves the doctrine: the lone rider who breaks a flank open so the walking line can pour through it.

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