Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"This is the position of the 1457th Krieger Regiment. We have successfully detected the specific direction of the enemy's fall and are immediately ready to cover it with artillery fire!"

As this brief command sounded throughout the battlefield, Marshal Vinard's deep and resolute eyes stared closely at the approaching insect spores in the sky. He knew that he was about to die for the Emperor.

At this moment, countless huge insect spores rained down on the vast surface of the planet Krieg.

However, the first challenge these seemingly unstoppable alien creatures need to face does not come from the staggeringly powerful anti-aircraft firepower network of the Krieg army, but from the deadly toxic chemicals that permeate the atmosphere and the surface.

These terrible poisonous gases are like a group of hungry piranhas, mercilessly devouring every living thing that dares to intrude into their territory.

They formed a dense barrier of poisonous mist above the ruins of the abandoned city, shrouding the entire area tightly.

These horrific chemicals can turn an adult into a pile of mud in an instant, and the Zerg are no exception.

With the sound of anti-aircraft guns being loaded, facing the barrage of countless anti-aircraft shells fired by the Krieg anti-aircraft troops, and the pungent-smelling and extremely deadly layer of air that diffused in the atmosphere. Due to the poisonous fog, countless Zerg species suffered heavy losses and suffered heavy casualties!

The deadly poisonous mist seemed to be alive, eroding the genetic sequence of the insect swarm pervasively.

This extremely terrifying chemical has unimaginable destructive power. It can completely destroy the genetic structure of those insects in an instant.

One after another, the Zerg wrapped in poisonous mist, their bodies turned into a pool of lifeless soft mud in the blink of an eye, and then fell from the sky.

Faced with such a hair-raising poisonous mist and the impenetrable and powerful firepower network of the Krieg anti-aircraft troops, these Zerg had no time to make any effective evolution or response.

They can only desperately use their hard heads to hit the seemingly insurmountable line of defense, trying to break through this terrible death trap.

But the Kriegs will never take a step back, and they will fight together with the planet below them against this hateful enemy of the Empire.

"Prepare a second wave of attacks to ignite the area."

Marshal Vinard looked at the flames that continued to appear in the poisonous fog in the distance. He knew that it was caused by the explosion of anti-aircraft artillery shells.

"Use the planet environment to kill the enemy. Don't let the enemy establish effective defenses on the ground. After the next wave of shelling, several infantry regiments on the frontline begin to charge."

Marshal Vinard's orders were heard throughout the position, and the soldiers who had been prepared inserted the bayonets they had just been polishing into the Lucius laser guns in their hands.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three death-strike missiles roared out from the missile launch vehicle behind the position like arrows. They were like three extremely sharp swords, thrusting straight into the sky, but their targets were not the insect swarms that had landed on the ground. Instead, they were enemy troops passing through an atmosphere filled with deadly poisonous gas.

"Detonate!"

Following the order, several earth-shaking explosions suddenly sounded, and three death-strike missiles exploded in the atmosphere.

In an instant, a powerful shock wave swept over with overwhelming force, and countless insect spores trying to land on land were instantly torn into pieces. However, this is just incidental damage.

Raging flames rose into the sky, and the high temperature quickly ignited the atmosphere filled with poisonous mist. In an instant, the sky turned into a raging sea of ​​fire, as if hell had descended on the world.

This dazzling spark was like an indestructible natural barrier, firmly blocking the path forward of the insect swarm army.

The ignited high-temperature chemicals bloomed like colorful fireworks, and balls of hot flames continued to rise, burning up the surrounding air.

The scorching heat and violent explosions intertwined to form an airtight fire net, ruthlessly tearing apart the insect swarms that tried to cross this line of defense.

Each explosion unleashes untold destruction and pain on the enemies of the Empire, and is a small gift from the Krieg to those who seek to invade the Emperor's lands.

The blazing fire swept across like an angry wave, tightly surrounding the insect swarms that attempted to invade the planet Krieg. The billowing flames stretched endlessly, as if they were about to engulf the entire world.

Dazzling flames soared into the sky, illuminating every inch of the Krieg's cold and hard position, and also reflecting the cold and immature faces under their gas masks.

This sudden attack dealt a heavy blow to the swarm, causing heavy losses to the already dilapidated army.

Nearly one-half of the Zerg were wiped out in the high temperature, and even the corpses were completely evaporated. As a result, the remaining insect swarms were in a desperate situation - they were unable to recycle the remains of their companions for reproduction, and were extremely short of resources.

Faced with such a predicament, the swarm had no choice but to brave the ferocious fire of the Krieg artillery troops and build an incubation nest with difficulty in the ruined city.

The Cerebrates who command the swarm know that only through this strategy of fighting to support war and launching a protracted war with the Krieg Death Army can they have a chance of survival.

But what the Kriegs least fear is a war of attrition.

Next, these Zerg who attempt to invade the planet Krieg will experience Krieg's specialties, endless artillery fire and extremely terrifying execution capabilities.

"I will never come to Krieg to be a political commissar in my next life. I would rather go to Catachan..."

Holding a telescope, the regimental political commissar of the 1457th Krieger Regiment, William Alberto Vittel, was looking through the eyepiece and kept complaining about the fierce fighting situation ahead.

He was in the heart of the battlefield - a position filled with tension. Around them, the Krieg soldiers were busy: some carefully sharpened the weapons in their hands; some carefully checked their gas masks; and some were quietly arranging their equipment. The entire scene was extremely quiet, with almost no sound except for the occasional instructions coming from command posts at all levels.

Vettel's room is located next to an outpost and is very simply furnished: only a gray camp bed and a matching desk and chair. This is the treatment enjoyed by this Commissar Krieger.

The deafening explosion of artillery shells was like a melodious lullaby, accompanying William to sleep; and when dawn broke, the crisp and loud sound of artillery fire was like a passionate war song, waking him up from his sleep. Day after day, this unique "music" has become a part of his life.

After all, billions of turrets and billions of glory are not for nothing.