Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"What is the Emperor's wish?" Mark Bain's personal soldier, who was standing on the high platform, wearing heavy armor and holding a long whip, roared loudly. His voice seemed to pierce the sky and was deafening.

"We will fight to the death!" The soldiers below responded in unison, and the sound was like a wave, echoing throughout the entire camp.

However, there were some discordant sounds among them - the pleas and cries of the cowards who tried to escape.

"Why are you waiting?" Mark Bain's personal soldiers opened their eyes wide and glanced at the trembling deserters in front of them, waving the long whips in the air.

"You are the coin of the empire, the war hammer of the empire!" He recited the contents of the Imperial Holy Word in an almost insane sacred tone, and every word hit the deserters' hearts like a hammer.

"Snap!" With a crisp sound, the long whip fell fiercely on a naked deserter. In an instant, the skin was torn apart, blood splattered, and a shocking blood mark was left on the pale skin.

"It's time for you to atone for your sins! Move forward!" Mark Bain's personal soldiers shouted slogans praising the Emperor mercilessly, with fanatical light flashing in their eyes.

Then, he skillfully tied up the deserters one by one with chains, and then pulled the chains hard, driving them slowly towards the bloody and cruel battlefield.

Because Mark Bain's personal soldiers showed extremely outstanding combat performance and extreme devotion to faith in their daily lives, they were eventually noticed by the powerful Word Bearers Legion and incorporated into the mortal auxiliary army.

From then on, they had more power. Not only could they participate in fierce battles, but they were also responsible for punishing prisoners of war and deserters who committed crimes.

Let’s talk about Mark Bain’s personal soldier who was wielding a whip and beating the deserter just now. His role is similar to that of a political commissar and an Anglican priest in the army.

On the battlefield filled with smoke and the sound of killing, he shoulders a dual responsibility: first, he must always remain vigilant and closely monitor his own troops, never allowing any soldier to desert the battlefield; second, he must ensure that every combat team can firmly believe in and be loyal to the great Emperor.

"If loyalty does not reach the absolute level, it is complete disloyalty and injustice!" This slogan exploded like thunder on the battlefield, making people terrified.

All I saw were tens of thousands of deserters standing in a row, naked and shivering.

Each of them first received a set of tattered military uniforms, then a slightly outdated laser rifle, and finally only three magazines as a supplement.

Just like that, this group of ragged and poorly equipped deserters were rushed to the battlefield where life and death were at stake without any adequate preparation.

"Now is the time to show your bravery and fearlessness! It is also your chance to wash away your sins! Show your courage and perseverance to the Supreme Emperor! Abandon the cowardice and fear deep in your heart! Bravely welcome the salvation and grace of the God-Emperor!" The burly Colonel Korisag, commander-in-chief of the 58th Regiment of Mark Bain, stood high on an armored vehicle and shouted to the captives below who were like lambs to be slaughtered.

Behind him, hundreds of Mark Bain's personal soldiers with stern expressions held long whips tightly and waved them continuously, as if driving a flock of sheep, urging these deserters to rush quickly to the war-torn front line.

"Today is the end of the Eldar aliens! Show your human bravery!"

These terrified soldiers were driven to a devastated place with broken walls and ruins like stray dogs.

In the empty land ahead, a horrifying scene came into view: countless corpses of Astra Militarum soldiers lay in a mess, like a miserable picture of death.

The tanks that had just been destroyed were still emitting flames, and black smoke was rising and filling the air.

And at the back of this open space, Mark Bain's personal soldiers, who had been fully prepared, were waiting for battle.

They were armed with sophisticated weapons and stared expressionlessly at the group of deserters who were about to become cannon fodder.

"Assault!" With the ruthless order from the leading officer, the deserters who had been hiding in the trenches were driven out like frightened sheep, and then rushed forward involuntarily.

"Bang!" In an instant, the elves keenly sensed the appearance of these uninvited guests.

Without hesitation, they raised their weapons and fired at the panicked humans.

I saw dazzling blue beams shooting out from the electromagnetic weapons in the hands of the Eldar, crossing the void at an astonishing speed.

Immediately afterwards, shrill screams rang out, and those deserters who were unfortunately hit were instantly blown into shocking balls of blood mist, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

However, even in the face of such tragic casualties, the remaining deserters had fallen into a state of near insanity.

Because there are only two paths before them - either to bravely move forward in the face of the enemy's hail of bullets, or to turn around and face the black muzzles of Mark Bain's personal soldiers and other Astra Militarum troops behind them.

At this moment, they no longer had any way to retreat. The only thing they could do was to grit their teeth and run forward desperately. There was only one belief in their hearts that supported them: they must break through the enemy's defense line to have a chance of survival!

However, just as they were harboring beautiful fantasies, the enemy's ruthless artillery fire poured down like a rainstorm, shattering everything in an instant.

I saw dazzling rays of light shooting out from the enemy's firepower points, which turned out to be incredibly powerful gravity weapons!

In the blink of an eye, a dozen brave soldiers were ruthlessly crushed by the suffocatingly powerful gravity without even a chance to resist.

"We've found a firing point! Report to the artillery battalion immediately!" The officer in the rear held a telescope, staring closely at the smoke-filled battlefield, his eyes revealing determination and calmness.

He had no sympathy or regret for those deserters who unfortunately died in battle.

Because in his opinion, since these people chose to be deserters, it meant that they had completely betrayed the supreme glory and blessings bestowed by the God-Emperor.

And at this moment, everything they suffered was just the punishment they deserved.

Soon, the earth-shaking cannon in the rear roared, and huge shells cut through the sky like lightning, rushing towards the enemy's firepower point at an astonishing speed.

In just a few seconds, more than a dozen shells hit the target as accurately as raindrops, immediately triggering a series of earth-shaking explosions.

Flames shot up into the sky, thick smoke billowed, and the entire enemy's firepower point fell into chaos in an instant.

"Okay, everyone move forward!" With the order, Mark Bain's personal soldiers, who had been on high alert, quickly took action.

They moved in unison, leaped out of the trenches swiftly, and then quickly formed a straight line.

Everyone raised their weapons high, waved the flag of their team, took firm and powerful steps, and charged forward without hesitation.