Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Sir, he is just a new recruit and is not familiar with these." Anliad hurried over with a flattering smile on his face and said to the soldiers of the Skeleton Corps opposite.

"Your soldiers hope you can teach them well, otherwise throw them to the Redemption Brigade to train them." The Skeleton Corps soldier glared at Sevilla fiercely, then turned to look at Andriad and warned.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Andriad nodded repeatedly, but secretly groaned in his heart.

The soldier of the Skeleton Corps shot the enemy who was begging for mercy in front of him to death with his backhand. The blood splattered on Sevilla's face, and Sevilla stood there in a daze.

"Keep your subordinates under control, otherwise I will inform your political commissar and have him get a flogging." The soldier looked at Sevilla coldly, then turned and left.

"Yes, we will pay attention." Andriad nodded hurriedly in agreement. After the soldier walked away, he looked at Sevilla with a look of disappointment.

"Be more decisive next time, otherwise it will be a waste of time if you are really killed by the political commissar!" Andriad scolded in a low voice.

"I... I know I was wrong." Sevilla lowered his head and said guiltily.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and keep up with the team."

Anliad patted Sevilla's helmet and then pointed in the direction of the troops in the distance.

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"Report to the commander!" An officer walked up to Dietrich, saluted him and said, "Our troops have torn a hole in the enemy's defense line. Our friendly troops are currently retreating through this hole."

"Very good. Let our troops speed up and not give the enemy any chance to breathe." Dietrich nodded with satisfaction. He glanced at the map on the table and continued, "Notify the troops on the front line to pay attention to protecting the safety of friendly troops and not let them be attacked by the enemy."

"Yes, General!" the officer replied, turned and left the command room.

Dietrich watched the officer's back as he left, secretly thinking about the next battle plan.

He knew that although they had torn through the enemy's defenses, this was only the first step. There were more battles waiting for them, and it was time for him to swallow these enemies in one go.

After a while, another officer came in with a document in his hand. He walked up to Dietrich, saluted and said, "General, this is the latest battle report. Please take a look."

Dietrich took the document and read it carefully. The battle report showed that the enemy's defense line had been completely torn apart and their army was being defeated.

However, there are still some remnants of the enemy resisting, and they need to be eliminated as soon as possible.

Dietrich put down the documents and said to the adjutant beside him: "Okay, now it's our turn to surround them."

After that, Dietrich pointed to a location on the map and continued, "Laska Mountains. We will start to surround the enemy from here, use armored forces to quickly divide the enemy, and then surround and annihilate them. At the same time, let the artillery units bombard the enemy's positions and destroy their fortifications."

"Understood, sir." The adjutant quickly recorded Dietrich's order and conveyed it to various troops through communication equipment.

Dietrich looked at the weather outside the window again. The snowstorm had weakened a lot at this time. He decided to seize this opportunity and send out the Army Aviation Corps.

"Notify the Army Aviation Corps immediately, and take action as soon as the snowstorm weakens to assist the ground forces in the attack. Tell them to be careful of the enemy's anti-aircraft firepower." Dietrich ordered.

"Yes, sir!" The adjutant immediately contacted the Army Aviation Corps and conveyed Dietrich's order.

At this time, at the airport in the rear, dozens of Valkyrie bombers were ready to take off.

The pilots sat in the cockpit, waiting for final orders.

When they received the order to attack, they started their engines, the planes slowly taxied to the runway, accelerated and took off, flying towards the battlefield.

At this time on the ground, the coalition soldiers were running towards the rear, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the Skeleton Corps were chasing their more than one million soldiers everywhere.

Hundreds of Leman Russ main battle tanks galloped across the snow-covered plains like steel behemoths, their heavy tracks pressing through the snow, leaving deep ruts.

The tanks were shining with cold metal light, with their guns pointing into the distance, ready to launch a fatal blow to the enemy.

At the same time, a large number of bombers flew through the thick clouds in the sky, their fuselages shining coldly in the sun, like a group of ferocious birds of prey.

As the pilot controlled the bomber, the bomb bay door opened and hundreds of high-explosive bombs poured down, whizzing towards the enemy's traffic lines.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Intensive explosions sounded on the surface of the planet, as if it was the prelude to the end of the world.

Each high-explosive bomb can create a large crater with a diameter of hundreds of meters and a depth of several meters. The dust and ice and snow raised by it fill the air and form a turbid cloud of smoke.

Countless enemies were instantly turned into ashes under the horrific power of the explosion; their bodies were blown into pieces and mixed with the mud and snow.

Although some lucky enemies did not die on the spot, they were shocked by the powerful shock wave and bled from all seven orifices. They fell to the ground and twitched in pain.

The soldiers who were set on fire were in a terrible state. They rolled in the snow, trying to put out the raging fire on their bodies.

However, this was just a futile effort. Their bodies were burned black, their skin peeled off, revealing white bones, and emitting a disgusting burnt smell.

“Kill me! Kill me! Please!”

"It hurts! It hurts! My intestines seem to be cooked..."

Countless soldiers wailed in pain, their voices filled with despair and fear.

They looked at their comrades with eyes that showed a plea for help, hoping that someone could end their suffering.

But at this moment, their comrades were busy with their own affairs and were fleeing everywhere, with no time to care about their lives.

"It's the soldiers of the Human Empire! They are chasing us from behind!" shouted a coalition soldier dragging his injured body.

Dozens of Leman Russ tanks appeared at the rear of the team, and the Allied soldiers fled in panic.

"Hahahaha! Look at them! They look like roasted turkeys!"

"Then let's have a turkey hunting contest to see which crew kills the most."

As the machine gunner spoke, he aimed a heavy bomb at the fleeing coalition soldiers, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

At this time, the battlefield of this planet is no longer a war, but a purgatory of massacre.