Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

Guangrixing, the name of this planet sounds full of light, but in fact it has nothing to do with warmth.

It was covered with thick snow, and the original land was completely buried by the snow.

As the blizzard raged, dozens of transport planes with skull logos printed on them descended from the sky, and thousands of soldiers in power armor filed out.

"The Empire's new Black Skull Corps, a special operations unit under its command, codenamed Skull Corps Division Commander, Major General Dietrich."

A major general in black power armor walked up to the Astra Militarum commander-in-chief and introduced himself in a cold tone.

"Sir, our 245th Infantry Division, 640th Infantry Division and the 3rd Attack Group are surrounded by the enemy from four directions on the Demyank Continent. Currently our troops are unable to break through the enemy's blockade to rescue them." The leading officer said in a pleading tone while handing a map to Dietrich.

"How many troops do you have trapped in the area?"

Dietrich looked at the officer in front of him and then asked.

"68. It's impossible to estimate if the battle losses are taken into account." The officer shook his head with a wry smile and continued slowly.

"Can you contact the trapped troops? Then tell us the enemy's location, deployment and exact number. I hope you can complete all this in less than one minute."

After Dietrich finished speaking, he left, and more soldiers with skull symbols walked out of the transport ship.

After a brief reorganization, hundreds of thousands of SKULL Corps soldiers and hundreds of the latest vehicles formed into square formations one after another, waiting for Dietrich's orders.

Dietrich's troops are more like a fire brigade. Except for a few troops of the Empire's new army that are fighting the demons and coalition soldiers head-on, the rest are serving as fire brigades on the front line. They will go to whichever battlefield needs them.

But for Dietrich, he did not like this title because it meant that he would be one of the busiest people on the battlefield.

Soon, reports about the enemy were counted, and it turned out that there were nearly 120 million troops surrounding their friendly forces. These 120 million troops were divided into four main forces by the enemy, surrounding an attack cluster of the empire in the center.

Soon, a topographic map of the area was delivered to Dietrich's desk.

After a brief discussion, an offensive plan was born from Dietrich's pen.

This tactic was named the "fortress" tactic.

This tactic is divided into three steps: counterattack, detour, and encirclement.

While friendly forces are being surrounded, a larger encirclement is forming!

At this time, the severe cold in the sky provided a natural convenience for the friendly forces inside the encirclement. They began to launch a preliminary counterattack with the cover of the weather.

A large number of Astra Militarum soldiers quietly advanced towards the enemy camp under the cover of snow.

At this time, the Allied soldiers who were camping in the snow had no idea that the enemy was gradually approaching them.

"Fire!"

With an order, the plasma weapon in the hands of a soldier rang out, and the first shot of the battle started. In an instant, more than a dozen coalition soldiers were blown into a pile of minced meat.

Red beams of light continued to shoot out from the snow, and the Allied soldiers were knocked to the ground before they could even touch their weapons.

"Another enemy stronghold has been taken down, sir."

A slightly immature soldier walked up to the officer, excitedly handed him a long sword, and reported to him.

"What's this?"

The officer took the sword curiously and began to examine it carefully.

"It looks like something that was used by a noble. Keep it for now, and you can exchange it with the merchant accompanying the army for some good stuff later."

The young soldier was very excited. Although they had been trapped in the encirclement for several days, they were lucky that there were several castles similar to those from the Middle Ages inside the encirclement. After some physical communication with the Astra Militarum soldiers, these castles were taken over by them.

After interrogation, these Astra Militarum soldiers received a piece of information: this planet was originally a feudal civilization under the angel's justice order, but later most of the people in the civilization followed the angels to conquer the empire.

Their fate was doomed to be tragic, because confronting the empire was undoubtedly like hitting a rock with an egg, and only death awaited them.

Faced with this cruel reality, an Astra Militarum soldier couldn't help but ask: "What should we do next? What news did our superiors give us?"

After a moment's silence, the officer picked up a Carterel M36 laser rifle and walked to the fire. He looked at the burning flames in front of him silently, as if thinking about something.

Then he slowly took off the bayonet that was already stained with the enemy's blood, and gently stroked the sharp blade with his hand.

At this time, a new soldier looked at the tied civilians in the distance, hesitated for a moment, and finally plucked up the courage to say: "They are human beings, do we really have to do this..." However, before he finished his words, he was glared at fiercely by several veteran soldiers, and he was so scared that he immediately shut his mouth.

The old officer ignored the recruit's questions and continued to focus on the bayonet in his hand.

He pinched a handful of snow and carefully wiped the blood off the bayonet, as if he wanted to wash away all the sins.

When the bayonet was wiped clean and looked brand new, the officer stopped and said calmly to the recruits: "They chose to fight against the empire, and this is their fate." After that, he stood up, put the wiped bayonet back on the rifle, and turned away from the fire.

The new soldier stood there in a daze, looking at the officer's back as he left, his heart filled with doubt and uneasiness. But in the end, he still followed the veteran soldier closely, silently.

"Sir! There's news!"

A communications officer holding an auspicious device quickly walked up to the officer and excitedly told him the content of the communication.

"The Imperial New Army has sent a task force to support us? How long will it take to arrive?" The officer heard the news and asked in confusion.

"They have begun preparing for the attack, and the leading officer asked us to cooperate with them to encircle the enemy."

"Understood. Quickly pass the message to each unit, then execute all captured prisoners of war and civilians in the occupied areas. Take all the supplies you can carry, and destroy what you can't carry immediately!"

The officer began to give orders, and the entire stronghold became busy again. The remaining 40 soldiers began to take action and prepare to break out.