Warhammer: Unyielding Shackles

In this dark and cold 41st millennium, the war of the human empire is still burning throughout the galaxy. In this cold universe where there is only war, mortals are just the lowest level of firewood - they die coldly, passionately, or unwillingly. No one remembers how they died, no one remembers their names, and no one will build a tomb for these mortals. But there is no shortage of brainless idiots in the world. He does not have the genetic modification of an Astartes, nor the extraordinary strength of a psyker. He has always been a fool who overestimates his abilities. = = = = I don't know how many years later, when political commissar Anpro led the young and old people through the Red Flag Garrison Memorial Hall to the cemetery behind the museum, he would still recall the sparks that started a prairie fire in the eyes of those sunburned mortals. He will continue to burn with human courage until people welcome blue skies and mountains. (This book contains the following elements: political commissars leading rogue soldiers, nuclear strikes, red heads, anti-chaos and anti-Terran united fronts, etc.)