Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"We surrender... The enemy has entered the city..."

The once bustling metropolis with bustling traffic has now become a devastated ruin with broken walls and broken buildings.

A raging fire burned the building, and black smoke billowed up, covering the sky and the sun.

The streets are littered with broken rubble and twisted metal wreckage, and its former glory is long gone.

In this ruin, the rebels gathered their last strength and launched a desperate attack on powerful Germania.

Their eyes were firm, full of determination and courage, but deep down they knew that the chances of winning this battle were slim.

However, for the sake of freedom and dignity, they threw themselves into the war without hesitation.

Behind the Imperial Chamber

Then, a low roar was heard, followed by a violent shaking of the ground.

Everyone looked in horror in the direction of the sound - the door of the air-raid shelter slowly opened. A middle-aged officer with an exhausted face held high a white flag and walked in with a staggering step.

His body was covered in dust and blood, and his eyes revealed endless sadness and helplessness.

"Who is it!" A soldier in a smelly military uniform suddenly raised his weapon and shouted.

Seeing this, other soldiers rushed forward, surrounded the officer, and maintained a high level of alert.

"We surrender, the war is over..." said the middle-aged officer in a hoarse voice, and every word sounded heavy as if squeezed out of his throat.

This sentence exploded in the crowd like thunder, and everyone fell silent in an instant.

Upon hearing the news, the two young officers trembled slightly and their faces turned as pale as paper.

They stared ahead with their eyes wide open in disbelief, their lips trembling but unable to utter a word.

After a moment, as if they had made some kind of decision, they took out the pistols they carried with them from their waists with trembling hands, and then pointed the guns at their foreheads without hesitation.

Two crisp gunshots pierced the sky, and two bullets flew into the sky with their vision and hope for the future.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground beneath their feet red. The officers around were stunned by what was happening before their eyes. They stood there blankly, looking at their companions lying in a pool of blood, at a loss, with an indescribable grief and confusion in their hearts.

"What should we do next? Should we step out and surrender, or should we..." In this tense and depressing atmosphere, a middle-aged officer with a resolute face and a lot of experience stepped out from the crowd. He walked up to the crowd with steady steps, and then slowly asked in a low and somewhat majestic voice.

Before he finished speaking, a young and energetic officer could no longer suppress his inner excitement. He stood up suddenly and shouted indignantly, "Never! We will never surrender! When the enemy arrives here, we will raise our guns and fight back until we run out of ammunition and food, and then end our lives with the last bullet!"

Faced with such resolute words, the middle-aged officer holding the white flag did not get angry. He just frowned slightly, stared at the passionate young man in front of him with a sharp gaze, and said earnestly: "Do you think that ending your life like this is the most appropriate act of loyalty to the supreme leader? Have you ever thought carefully about whether your action can really..."

However, before the middle-aged officer could finish his words, the young officer interrupted him without hesitation and responded firmly: "As a member of the leader's guard, I should live and die with the leader and never leave him. Now that the leader has committed suicide, how can we live in disgrace in this world!"

"Who else thinks this way? To fight the enemy here until the last bullet?" The middle-aged officer's low and firm voice echoed in the air, as if carrying an invisible pressure.

He glanced at the dozen young officers standing beside him. Although the uniforms of these young officers had become dirty and smelly due to the battle, they still stood tall, with resolute faces and fearless and resolute eyes.

Immediately afterwards, one, two...more than a dozen arms were raised in unison, and almost all the officers present raised their hands.

"We will stand here to the end! We will never retreat! For the leader!" one of the young officers shouted loudly. His voice was so passionate that it inspired everyone present like a war drum.

"For the leader!" Other young officers followed suit and shouted in unison. The slogan was like surging waves, one higher than the other, shocking people's hearts.

However, at this moment, a loud bang was heard, and a huge shell streaked across the sky like a meteor, hitting the top of the air-raid shelter accurately.

In an instant, smoke and dust filled the air, flames shot up into the sky, and the originally enthusiastic shouts were instantly drowned out by the billowing smoke and deafening cannon fire.

..............................

On the empty air defense position in the city, a strong wind swept past, raising clouds of dust.

In this desolate and tense atmosphere, two thin and haggard figures stood alone in the center of the air defense position.

They were wearing tattered military uniforms, as if they had experienced countless fierce battles.

One of the thin soldiers gritted his teeth and used all his strength to straighten his already fragile back. His eyes were firm and resolute, revealing a courage to face death.

Then, he shouted to his comrades beside him: "Please tell my mother that I love her deeply, but I have a deeper love for the great empire! For our great leader! Shoot! Kill me!"

His voice echoed in the wind, carrying with it endless sadness and determination.

Another soldier held the gun in his hands with shaking hands, his fingers trembling slightly, as if he could not bear such heavy pressure.

However, in the end he gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger with difficulty.

"Bang!" A crisp gunshot pierced the air, and the fatal bullet instantly penetrated the body of the thin soldier.

His body trembled violently, and then he fell backwards like a kite with its string cut, landing heavily on the cold, hard ground. Blood gushed out of the wound, quickly staining the surrounding ground red.

Witnessing this scene, the comrades nearby suddenly fell into extreme panic and were at a loss.

He stared at everything that happened in front of him with eyes wide open, his heart filled with unspeakable pain and confusion. After a brief hesitation and struggle, the comrade realized that he had no choice.

So, he slowly raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at his temple...

Another dull gunshot was heard, accompanied by splattering blood, and the second soldier also ended his young and precious life.

At this moment, the entire air defense position fell into dead silence, with only the sound of the wind still howling.