Chapter 679: The Destruction of the Empire 1
"It took only 18 days for a powerful expeditionary fleet belonging to the so-called human empire to penetrate the solid defense line of our entire solar system with the force of thunder. Tens of millions of soldiers died heroically under the fierce bombardment of the empire. However, when faced with this indestructible fleet, more people reluctantly raised the white flag symbolizing humiliation and failure, and slowly lowered their once proud heads..."
Captain Hans tightly grasped the slightly old booklet in his hand, and with a solemn and focused expression he recorded in detail the tragic scenes happening before his eyes.
In this so-called "war", the so-called "black technology" that the empire was proud of instantly became dim, like a fragile bubble that could not be easily destroyed.
Those warships, as majestic as towering churches, easily defeated the solar system defense line that they had spent years carefully building.
At the same time, internal and external troubles also followed one after another - in those areas that had been successfully captured and controlled by the country's army, the tenacious resistance forces continued to fight desperately.
Today's empire is in dire straits, and its decline seems inevitable.
Except for a very small number of generals who had great ambitions and attempted to confront the empire, the vast majority of people had already made the decision to compromise and surrender to the enemy.
This huge empire, which was once so glorious, is now facing an unprecedented crisis and its future is uncertain.
The so-called Millennium Empire is nothing but an illusion.
As the last line was neatly written in the diary, Hans's originally tense face gradually relaxed, but his eyes became more firm and resolute.
He slowly stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the cold and hard Ruger P08 pistol at his waist, as if it was the last hope of his life.
Then, Hans raised the gun without hesitation and aimed it steadily at his forehead.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze and the whole world became unusually quiet.
"Bang!" A crisp and sharp gunshot suddenly broke the silence.
The gunshot rang out like thunder, echoing over the vast city of Germania.
In an instant, Hans' body trembled violently and blood gushed out of his head like a fountain.
However, surprisingly, there was not the slightest sign of pain on his face. Instead, he showed a sense of relief and relief.
For Hans, the empire that was once so glorious and for which he fought all his life has collapsed.
This empire not only gave him a new starting point in life, but also was the supreme faith in his heart.
Now, as the empire was falling, he thought that he should follow it and die to prove his integrity.
In fact, it is not uncommon for officers like Hans to choose to end their lives in extreme ways.
They could not tolerate the so-called failure and humiliation, and would rather die heroically than kneel down under the iron cavalry of other countries.
This strong sense of honor and mission drives them to embark on this path of no return without hesitation.
As the crisp gunshots rang out one after another, the prosperous city of Germania fell into endless sorrow and silence.
Every gunshot meant that another loyal and brave officer or soldier had sacrificed his precious life.
The Imperial fleet did not choose to bomb Germania, because to the Empire this planet still had its own value and could be treated as a garden world.
Imperial Diet Hall
This huge building is like an ancient and solemn temple. The surrounding walls are intricately carved with countless lifelike statues and colorful portraits, as if telling the glorious history of this empire.
The snow-white walls cover the entire solemn building, which is like the ancient Roman Presbyterian Church, like a shroud of silver, giving people a sense of sacredness and inviolability.
If the sunlight at this time could shine through the tall windows onto the ground, it would probably form patches of mottled light and shadow, adding a bit of mysterious atmosphere.
At this moment, a man in a neat black military uniform was standing in the center of the parliament hall.
His expression was solemn, and his eyes revealed deep despair and helplessness.
After carefully adjusting every detail of his military uniform for the last time, he slowly reached out and gently pressed the mysterious communicator button that connected to another world.
"I am Andrick, the main person in charge of the Empire's No. 1 Recruiting Universe..." His voice was low and hoarse, with endless fatigue and sadness, "Our defense line has been completely defeated, and the current situation is irreversible... I know that I have committed an unforgivable sin, and I really have no face to beg for forgiveness from the head of state... Here, please allow me to express my last greetings to you with the highest respect, Head of State Zhang Yang... May the empire under your leadership achieve the final victory! Long live!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Andrik resolutely raised his right arm and gave a standard military salute towards the distance.
At the same time, his left hand quickly pulled out an ice-cold pistol from his waist and pointed the muzzle at his throat without hesitation.
There was only a crisp gunshot - "Bang!" which instantly broke the originally quiet air and echoed in the empty parliament hall.
Blood splattered everywhere, staining the spotless white floor red, and also staining Andrick's black military uniform red...
It started to drizzle in the sky at some point, and the originally bustling atmosphere on the street had disappeared without a trace due to the arrival of the imperial army. However, in an alley on the side of the street, a man holding a black umbrella slowly raised his head and looked at the sky.
"A warship from the Warhammer world?"
If Yang Cheng was beside him at this moment, he would definitely exclaim: "Zhang Yang, you little bastard also traveled through time?"
"It would be great if Yang Cheng and Lin Qing were here, but unfortunately we haven't found the original world yet..."
Zhang Yang was holding an umbrella and watching this scene. He didn't care about this conscription world, but the war situation in the ocean of the universe. Because at this moment he encountered a swarm of insects that were devouring the timeline and the infinite universe. Currently his empire was fighting fiercely with this so-called swarm of insects, and he had no intention of caring about such a primitive world.
"It should be just a civilization that happens to be able to pass through the world wall. There is no need to worry about them. I care more about the current war situation than them..."
Zhang Yang slowly cut off the connection with his clone in this universe, and then looked at the many generals around him calmly.
"Let the sea of the universe also submit to our feet, everyone."
