In the distance, on the sand dunes, a Space Marine wearing golden yellow Power Armor appeared in Zhang Ge's sights.

His armor was covered in scorch marks from lasers and craters left by bolters. When Zhang Ge noticed him, he had already turned his gaze over.

Although they hadn't gone through identity verification yet, at this moment, neither side launched an attack on the other.

As they looked at each other, Zhang Ge saw one Space Marine after another walking out from behind the sand dunes.

Until finally, a flag with a dazzling golden luster refracting from the top slowly appeared, its surface engraved with countless glorious pasts, swaying slightly along with various decorations.

The most eye-catching thing was naturally those gaudy patterns that were originally used as embellishments, but if you looked closely and saw the lines of text that swayed along with the surface of the flag, you could feel the power represented by the flag silently revealing behind it.

The flagpole poked out little by little from behind the sand dune. Finally, the flag bearer also entered Zhang Ge's line of sight.

Both of his arms were broken, his Power Armor was tattered, and a large number of wounds that were equally fatal to Space Marines were bleeding blood. The flagpole was bound to a small section of his severed arm connected to his right shoulder.

When he walked to the top of the sand dune, he seemed to have exhausted all of his remaining strength. His originally tall body could no longer support his own weight. After making the flag stand upright on the sand, he knelt on one knee.

Zhang Ge became the last person to meet his eyes. When his brother next to him cut the ties between the severed arm and the flagpole, his corpse, which had already lost its vital signs, finally fell and landed on the desert.

Victory.

This word, which should have been exciting, floated silently in both sides' hearts like countless grains of yellow sand in the desert.

Then, after identification, the brief meeting ended. There wasn't even more communication other than eye contact.

The sound of artillery fire was still exploding, and the battle had not completely ended. They both still had their own things to do.

However, after the two sides joined forces, the battle had basically entered the final stage. The merged forces cut off and surrounded the remaining Heretics troops, and then crushed them inch by inch.

Although it took a little longer, this tactic minimized the losses on the Imperial side since the enemy had lost a large number of heavy weapons.

In the end, after several days and nights of fierce fighting, the Heretics who originally belonged to the Iron Warriors around the Deadwood Sector and the outer walls had been defeated and their threat had been reduced to a controllable range.

Most of the subsequent tasks were handed over to the Planetary Defense Force to handle, allowing the Astra Militarum, who had been in high-intensity operations for a long time, to rest.

However, those who got to rest did not include Zhang Ge.

Because of the great contributions made by him and his 1st Yarkalan Mechanized Infantry Regiment, Zhang Ge was exceptionally invited to participate in the Triumphal Parade as a mere Colonel and regimental commander.

Those who were in the same rank as him were either generals, powerful high-ranking nobles, or Space Marines wearing helmets and armor.

However, when the ceremony officially began, during the parade on the streets, for some reason, many of the shouts from the people on both sides were not directed at those big shots, but quite a few were directed at him… His reputation seemed to have spread faster than he thought?

Standing on the Volcano Cannon of the Warlord Titan, personally feeling the tremors and silence after each step, overlooking his colleagues who were only poking their heads out on vehicles such as Leman Russ, Zhang Ge thought about this puzzling question.

Who knows? Maybe it's because I, Zhang Ge, am good-looking. Besides that, isn't everyone's configuration the same?

After accepting this conclusion with peace of mind, as time passed, the ceremony soon came to an end.

It was a circular square.

Guards isolated the crowd on the outer circle, while the inner circle was filled with high-ranking military officers and nobles.

In the most central location, a huge monument stood, a simple polyhedron that was even taller than the Warlord Titan standing here at this time.

Below the monument, a representative was reciting loudly, the achievements created by various outstanding units were recited word by word from his mouth, and then amplified to the entire square through the sound array. At the same time, several Servo-Skulls were floating around, using lasers to engrave the original smooth surface of the monument with inscriptions as the voice spoke.

Although his speech speed was not fast, most of the achievements of the troops were mentioned in one sentence, so soon after, Zhang Ge heard the name of his regiment.

"1st Yarkalan Mechanized Infantry Regiment, by…"

First, a string of long titles that Zhang Ge didn't even know where they had found, and then a round of embellished personal introductions.

No, I won't say anything about what "Savior of the So-and-So Family" and "Upright and Resolute Person" are, but how dare you add words like penitent or something?

Moreover, why is it so long when it comes to me? After saying such a long string of things, isn't the introduction even finished yet?

Zhang Ge, who felt a little embarrassed from listening, couldn't do anything else. He was standing on the main gun of the Titan, which was too high and too conspicuous. He could only silently hope that this public execution could end quickly.

However, what he didn't expect was that compared to the introduction of his achievements, the introduction about him personally was actually quite concise.

They didn't even count major battles, but recorded small things such as a certain enemy Space Marine being killed in a certain small battle and a certain super-heavy tank being destroyed in detail. If a tactical squad had three or four Space Marines, they would be recorded three or four times separately, not one less.

This was embarrassing, because Olivia was under Zhang Ge's command, so they counted the Titan's achievements as part of the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment. According to this method of recording, just Olivia's raid on the enemy's super-heavy tank force's station alone would have to be recorded for a long time.

Currently, the achievements of ordinary Astra Militarum regiments were calculated by the sentence, but what made Zhang Ge a little unable to hold back was that he watched the person recite against the parchment, recite to the end, flip over a page, and pause… At that moment, Zhang Ge thought it was finally over… But the next sentence still said the contents of the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment.

That's right, theirs was calculated by the page.

However, everything has an end. After what seemed like a lifetime had passed for Zhang Ge, the chanting finally came to an end.

This allowed Zhang Ge to barely cheer up again. He wanted to listen to which regiment could be more impressive than him with a sense of sympathy.

"Imperial Fists…"

Okay, okay, so that's the order, you know how to create the effect.

Hearing this name, which was prominent enough even without publicity, Zhang Ge's hanging curiosity finally died.

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