Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

The outskirts of the hive city have been lost. Even though the last round of artillery fire wiped out all the Zerg swarms entering the city, more Zerg are still pouring in from the other end of the plain.

"We have retreated to the middle nest. The lower nest has been lost. We don't know how long we can hold out."

At this moment, millions of panicked civilians gathered in the middle nest, crowded together, their faces full of fear and despair. In addition, there were more than 50 soldiers of the planetary defense force who came from various places to support them. They were trapped in the nest and could not escape.

"How long can the equipment last?"

"There's very little ammunition left, and as for armor... there's almost none left."

A soldier with a bloody face staggered to the command room in the middle nest. The wounds on his body were still bleeding and he looked very weak. General Hawkes, who was in charge of the defense of the planet, looked at the map in front of him with a sad face, his eyes full of helplessness and despair.

"We can't defend this planet anymore..."

Except for this hive city, all other places on the map showed a state of collapse. Cities, villages, fields and forests had all become the territory of the Zerg.

The defense line around the hive city is shrinking, the Zerg attacks are getting more and more fierce, and the casualties of the soldiers are increasing.

"Send over the prisoners in the jail and the private soldiers of the Upper Nest nobles. All those who can move should join the battle. We must hold out for the Emperor until the last moment..." Hawks said as he walked out of the tent. However, the quartermaster who came towards him brought bad news again.

"There are not enough weapons. Each team can only get 5 laser rifles. The rest of the people may..." The quartermaster lowered his head, his voice becoming smaller and smaller.

Looking at the quartermaster's evasive eyes, Hawks said nothing, but patted him on the shoulder lightly, then turned around and walked to the front of the line.

"Sir, we..." The quartermaster looked at Hawkes's departing back, and was hesitant to speak.

"Let me see your injuries!" Hawks walked to the front line and said to the people in front of him.

Thousands of young men dressed in Ultramar civilian clothes stood in front of Hawks. Their bodies were covered with wounds, and some were even bleeding, but they just simply bandaged themselves and stood in front of Hawks.

“What?”

Hawks asked, looking at the group of young people in front of him.

"We want to join the battle! Sir!" shouted the young man in the lead.

"There aren't enough weapons. If you..."

"We will pick up everything we can and fight to the last moment, sir!"

"Then go ahead. There will be veterans to guide you."

Hawkes nodded, then walked over to another commissar.

"Chief Hawkes!"

The political commissar walked up to Hawks, saluted, and said.

"How's the wound?"

"It was just a simple bandage, nothing serious."

The political commissar smiled, then deliberately hit his wound to indicate that he was fine.

Hawks nodded. He knew that everyone was important now and no one could be sacrificed easily.

“Okay, be safe.”

"By the way, I'll need you to boost morale next."

Hawks smiled, but his smile was full of helplessness.

Now the battle situation on the front line can be calculated in seconds. The enemy has mobilized all the troops it can to attack here. The survival rate of a soldier on the front line is only 30 seconds, and those who can survive one minute will be automatically promoted.

But despite this, their days of holding out here are numbered, as the Zerg's attacks become more and more fierce, and they can only hold on behind the fortress in the middle nest.

While in the orbit of the planet, the support fleet also came into formal contact with the Zerg's biological warships.

"Launch whirlwind torpedoes! Macro cannons! Light spears ready!"

With the order given, the support fleet consisting of 6 Cobra destroyers, 3 Moon-class cruisers, and an Avenger-class large cruiser took the lead in going into battle.

Countless laser beams and shells poured out like raindrops, forming a dense firepower network. These weapons are the crystallization of the empire's most advanced technology, and each one contains huge power.

The dense artillery fire blew the Zergs close to the warships into pieces, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and debris splattered everywhere. However, this did not stop the Zergs' offensive pace, and they continued to launch raids on the Imperial fleet.

The number of insect swarms was simply too large. Tens of thousands of biological warships surged in like a tide, surrounding the Imperial fleet.

Although these biological warships are not as powerful as the Imperial warships individually, they have brought tremendous pressure to the Imperial fleet with their huge numerical advantage.

Although the leading naval commander was experienced and had good command, he felt a little overwhelmed in the face of so many enemies. Under the crazy attack of the Zerg, the Imperial Fleet fell into a bitter battle, and casualties continued to increase.

"Request support! We need more troops!" The naval commander sent an urgent signal for help to the rear through the communicator. But at this time, the other fleets of the empire were still on their way, and distant water could not quench immediate thirst.

In the face of the Zerg, this support fleet alone is obviously not enough. They must find a way to break through the siege, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

"As it stands now, let alone support, we may have to stay here by ourselves."

"The number of enemies is too large, and their attacks are directed at almost all the planets in Ultramar's five hundred worlds. Except for Macragge, most other areas have been invaded by the Zerg."

While the two officers were chatting in the conference room, on the other side of the battlefield, an army of battle robots led by General Grievous also arrived at the battlefield.

"Damn Palpatine! Why do we have to do everything?"

Grievous looked at the battlefield in front of him, his heart was full of dissatisfaction. As a soldier, he understood the cruelty of war, but he also believed that some things should be left to others to do, rather than letting them, the soldiers, bear all the responsibilities.

"Don't complain, Grievous." Count Dooku said calmly, "This is our mission and our honor."

"Honor? I only see the speechless human wave tactics. The battlefield here is not worthy of my command." Grievous replied disdainfully.

"Okay, we found the target. Give me a BX combat robot unit."

After Count Dooku scanned the battlefield, he determined the location of the Zerg node creatures.