Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

Under the command of several generals, one Corsican soldier after another quickly took out their weapons from the armory and lined up in an orderly manner in the square.

At this time, the leading marshal stood in the middle of the open space in the square and shouted to the soldiers with his loud voice: "Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up and act!"

As tens of thousands of soldiers gathered, the leading marshal stood on the high platform, looked around and shouted: "Our great emperor was assassinated by the Eldar! What should we do!"

The marshal's eyes scanned the tens of thousands of soldiers in front of him, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

"Kill them all! Kill them all! Kill them all!"

The Corsican soldiers holding radiation rifles and power bayonets shouted in unison. Their voices resounded throughout the square like thunder, making people feel their hatred and determination towards the enemy.

"Send out the artillery! Blast the Eldar settlements into ashes! Bands and riders lead the way! Cavalry prepare to charge!"

The marshal's voice of command was like a loud bell, and his eyes revealed an irresistible majesty.

"understand!"

As the order was given, passionate military music sounded in front of the team, like a battle horn.

Then, the army began to march forward in big strides, accompanied by the high-pitched military music, and the sound of their footsteps was like the accompaniment of military music.

They want to let the Eldar know that the Corsicans are not so easy to mess with, and they will let anyone who dares to offend the emperor's authority know what terror is.

"Let's water our wheat fields with the blood of the enemy! Soldiers!" the general roared at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing in the air like thunder.

"For glory!" the soldiers shouted in unison, their morale high.

"Forward! Boys! Forward!" The general waved the knight's sword in his hand, encouraging the soldiers to move forward bravely.

The leading general rode on a tall and majestic warhorse, exuding majesty and power.

The knight sword in his hand flashed with the light of dynamic strength, as if it could cut off all enemies standing in his way.

"Forward!" the general shouted again, his voice like a battle horn, inspiring the courage and determination deep in the soldiers' hearts.

The flag bearers held high the flag that symbolized their unit and stood proudly at the front of the team. The flag fluttered in the wind, like a dirge of death.

The artillery units had already taken quick action. They operated the huge artillery skillfully and aimed the black muzzles at the front of the Eldar residential area.

These gun muzzles are like ferocious beasts, ready to unleash destructive power.

"Everyone pay attention! Raise the muzzle! Aim at the enemy's main position!" The commander gave the order, and the artillerymen immediately adjusted the muzzle angle and aimed accurately at the target.

The space-tearing bombs were carefully placed in the cannon casings. They contained enormous energy and would have devastating consequences if they exploded.

"Everyone pay attention! Three bursts of fire!" The commander's voice rang out again, and the artillerymen waited nervously for the order to be given.

"Fire!" With the order, hundreds of shells were fired in an instant. They were like a group of angry dragons, roaring towards the Eldar residential area.

The shells traveled through the void at a speed close to the speed of light and reached the Eldar settlement in an instant.

When they hit the ground, the power of the space-tearing bombs was revealed at this moment.

At the moment the shell exploded, the surrounding space instantly twisted like crumpled paper.

Immediately afterwards, a small black hole quietly emerged at the center of the explosion, as if a giant beast had opened its bloody mouth.

The powerful suction is like an invisible force, ruthlessly sucking everything around it in.

Countless Eldar civilians and warriors were broken down into tiny molecules in the blink of an eye, and even the land beneath their feet was torn apart and turned into nothingness.

The whole scene was like a nightmare, terrifying. In the end, the explosion left behind only deep, mirror-smooth pits and the stunned expressions of the surviving Eldar civilians.

"Can anyone tell me what just happened..."

An Eldar civilian fell to the ground in pain, his eyes blurred with tears.

He had just watched his family being sucked into the core area of ​​the explosion and disappearing without a trace along with everything around them.

But he himself was powerless and could only watch it all happen.

However, at this moment, a loud military music suddenly came from the horizon, and the passionate melody broke the silent atmosphere.

Then, one figure after another appeared in the distance, and their neat footsteps trampled the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

They were dressed in uniform military uniforms, holding weapons, and walking towards this side aggressively.

The loud military music at this moment was like a elegy played from hell to these Eldar civilians. As phalanxes of soldiers appeared on the horizon one after another, the leading general rode his warhorse slowly to the front of the phalanx.

His eyes were cold and firm, and he exuded a powerful aura that made people feel afraid.

"Cavalry, prepare! Charge!"

The leading general drew his saber from his waist and shouted. His voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the battlefield.

On both sides of the square, thousands of cavalrymen rushed out, their figures were as fast as lightning. Of course, they were called cavalrymen, but in fact they were riding a special anti-gravity motorcycle, which had powerful power and flexible maneuverability, and could quickly shuttle on the battlefield.

There is also a shallow layer of defense around the motorcycle, which can effectively resist enemy attacks.

"charge!"

The leading cavalry commander held a power cavalry sword that was emitting a cold light, then rode the motorcycle under his crotch and accelerated forward.

His movements were swift and decisive, like a ferocious cheetah.

As the cavalry charged into the front, a brutal massacre began. The cavalry charged into the panicked crowd, and the soldiers holding cavalry swords began to kill wantonly.

Their swordsmanship is precise and ruthless, and each sword can take a life.

Every time the sword fell, a severed head would fly up, blood splattered in the air, forming a blood mist that dyed the entire battlefield scarlet.

"Infantry! Bayonets fixed! Charge!"

The leading general rode on his warhorse and drew his cavalry sword from his waist and shouted.

The soldiers, who had already fixed their bayonets, were rubbing their hands and couldn't wait.

As the military band played loud military music, all the infantry quickly began to advance forward like a human wall.

(Prepare to enter the extra chapter)