The song used is “Chained by One Chain." (Link in description)

I see the scouting party is ready...

~36036 Guardsmen ~858 Leman Russ tanks ~13 towers So, 3-4 divisions over ~3 miles (~133300 point army, ~281081€)

The last commissar must have ordered a tactical retreat...

2:11 i just noticed not only does the krigsman look at the commisar but the commisar nods at him.

I like how soldiers are not of same hieght. Adds to realisticity.

Commissar 1: so how goes inspecting krieg regiments? Krieg Commissar: it’s more of a walking marathon, and I’m pretty sure I was the one being inspected. After I was done they dispersed and then came back with a score card, they gave me a 9/10 saying they’re ready to die by my order. Commissar: has anyone got a 10? Krieg commissar: they said that’s reserved for the god emperor. I shot one saying god emperor should be well over 100, they seemed to like that...

How I'd like to imagine what my troops are doing just before I go to war in Stellaris while playing as fanatical purifiers

I remember the day my Primarch, Roboute Guilliman, asked me a question about the Kriegsman. It was a mundane question, one he could have even guessed the answer to. The question itself birthed a litany of other questions and a single teared statement. "Why do they wear the masks?" I turned my head to meet his eyes and I wondered at the question, he meant it literally, he didn't know what they were, rare that my Primarch would be ignorant of anything, especially history. "They are the Death Korps of Krieg, they always wear them, their homeworld has a toxic atmosphere." My Primarch nodded, I could still see in his expression that another curiosity lingered, and then he gave words to the emotion. "They never remove them? Why? This atmosphere isn't toxic." Instead of answering I shook my head at the ground, it was a tragic tale, gifting their history any thoughts would bring most to their knees, even Space Marines. "Kriegsman believe that their war, their duty, is everlasting. They think that they need to be ready to fulfill the Emperor's will at any moment. They're not so equipped for war as they are equipped for their own death, to slow their impending doom so they might give the Emperor more use, no matter how miniscule it is, they will give it gladly. It's how their entire planet is." His eyes tracked mine and maybe he saw my internal agony, I had weathered a thousand battles, but I had never relayed the history of Krieg, the history of their heresy. "Their entire planet, is like this? Grim, inhuman, emotionless... soulless? Why?" I wanted to refuse to answer his questions, but I couldn't. "The sons of Krieg are not as you say, not soulless, they live their lives for the Emperor. I once visited Krieg, the planet was a hellscape. A hellscape devoid of the Emperor's grace and beauty, it was a place where the Emperor's Peace would be refused by its populace, they would believe that their own lives were worth less than the mercy of death. Most of these soldiers are children, sons fighting so the war their father's waged might be forgiven." The words did not strike true with the Primarch, there were still questions unanswered, a history he did not understand. So I told him of the beginning, the treachery of Krieg's highlords. The resistance that sprouted from Colonel Jurten, his cry for help that went unheard into the darkness, and then his headlong charge into the jaws of death, his faith in the Emperor alone guiding him. I told him of the war, the brutal unyielding war that never ended. The generational trenches that spread across the entirety of Krieg, the dried ocens that turned into fields of lasgun fire and artillery barrages. The genetically enhanced beasts that carried faithful soldiers into the fray of the heaviest combat, equipped to die, never to survive. "Five hundred years, Krieg fought for five hundred years in unending war. Jurten's own forces were all dead before the end of the first decade but Krieg's sons and daughters bred a new army. An army that marched over the luscious fields that once existed and left war in their wake. They finally won the war after trillions had been killed, returned to the fold, and greeted the Imperium with heavy hearts." My heart was caught in my words, it was agonizing to relay it, to say the truth. "They believe that they are the arch traitors, the betrayers, the worst of heretics, that theirs is a lineage of the unfaithful, their blood is the blood of heathens. The people of Krieg believe it is their duty to atone, for eternity, for their crimes. They produce nothing, they build nothing, but they have their sons. The sons they throw away, because traitors deserve to die. Ever since they returned to the Imperium they have given everything away freely. To them every Krieger, every child soldier they send into the boiling heat of battle, deserves only death. When they die, they only see a number lost, equipment to scavenge, a heretic dead. They will continue to atone for crimes that weren't even their own, and they will do it without question, forever. They can never be forgiven, they *know* this is as a fact. Yet I have heard them in their dying breaths, all of them, begging for the Emperor's forgiveness." I felt the tears roll down my cheeks, the faith of the lowliest Kriegsman could test that of even the hardest Astartes, their souls beget only agony. "That's not true." My Primarch spoke, overcome with grief I had somehow forgotten his presence, turning to him in his pause I could see the only tear to ever be produced by Roboute Guilliman fall from his glistening eyes. "I know my Father's heart well, they were forgiven long ago. They achieved atonement, five hundred years worth."

Knowing the Kriegers the commissar isn't inspecting them, rather they are inspecting him.

1:04 the kriegsman actually reacts to the commissar passing by.

This is the shortened version. They have to replace the Commissar's because most die of exhaustion trying to inspect the whole Krieg detachment.

He’s the last animator PROTECT HIM AT ALL COST

i would like to request for the commisar to report to his superiors for immediate retraining as he clearly failed to spot the psyker at 0:29 who is holding his gun with his mind and not his hands

I really like how the Commissar seems to sway his head to the music.

And here we see the small officer corps inspecting their new commissar.

It gets even darker when you know that most of these soldiers are probably only just between 15 and 17 years old

The 1890th Death Korps Siege Regiment is now satisfied, Commissar! May the Emperor's Light shine upon you. *THE EMPEROR PROTECTS*

Commisar isn’t even doing the inspection, he’s just going for walk while listening to some sick tunes

Every now and then you can see one of the soldiers watch as the commissar passes by. Along with the different heights, this is pretty phenomenal.

Even if you know nothing about the lore from the song alone you can tell most of those troopers aren't expected to come back.

The commissar walks past a file of guardsmen about once per second. A single file looks to be 7 guardsmen. An hour has 3600 seconds. 3600 x 7 Thus the commissar inspected / was inspected by 25 200 guardsmen of Krieg.

I love the new small details like uneven formation alignments, height difference and the krieger which stares at the commissar.

They are not immortal like the Astartes. They are not armored like the Astartes They are not Astartes. But... They will fight as hard as the Astartes, they will die gloriously just like the Astartes, and they'll do it all with nothing more than a empty lasgun, a rusty bayonet, and a damn fine shovel. They are not Astartes. They are Guardsmen. And that is more than enough.

“One wrong move and that Kommissar is dead” this post was made by Krieg guardsmen gang.

I am happy that the soldiers are not quite straight and not all the same height, separately I would like to say that the song is great

I watched the whole thing and all I could think was that 40k is a dark and grim universe. It’s war torn, full of hatred, sacrifice, brutality, heroism, atrocities on a galactic scale, and more. Emperor help me, I love everything about it.

Get this man a medal for this now.

I expected this to just be the first video looped to an hour. What I got instead was a good day to die for the emperor.

When you are aware of the share devastation that they bring the songs tone becomes perfect. The bleak reality of 40K is not lost on anyone who listens to it. Good choice.

2:11 That Kriegsman hat the gall to move and to look directly at the Commissar! He'll be serving in the Backline carrying Ammocrates for Emperor knows how long for sure.

This looks like a nuclear winter. But the army looks preparated to resist it. A resource war moment.

Plot Twist: The one actually being inspected is the Commissar. "Suffer not the soldier who flees before war. Worse yet, suffer not he who fails to lead them to it."

Could we assume that this inspection is the commissar marching to the front of the army, is the prequel video to the hour long marching video?

As a Russian, I declare responsibly: Damn, how does this song fit into this universe! Chained in one chain, bound by one goal ...

I have no idea what the Krieg woman (my head canon) is singing about, but I am choosing to imagine that it's both proud melancholic about the sacrifice her children have to make...

Whooo!!! An hour! Now I don't need to hit replay *quite* as often.

I just finished reading 'Dead Men Walking'. This is like the end credits.

Okay i know this dosent matter, but i love the lore accuracy that the death korp all have lucius pattern no. 98 lasguns instead of your standard lasgun. Props to you sir.

finally! one part of the regiment is spoken! yes, ONE PART!

Looks like the main menu for a Death Korps of Krieg strategy game honestly. Very well animated.

I want to believe the video isn't a loop, and it's just showing the massive amount of soldiers.

I was hopping for the commissar to actually get to the end of the regiment, lol

Yo I doubt many will notice but at a few moments you can see 1 or 2 of guardsmens heads turning and following the commissar but then averting back to forward attention. Just gives it real feeling to some of what it depicts for the imperium. You’d bet a head or 2 would follow the figure.

Every now and then you can see one of the Kriegsmen is watching him.... nice touch there Look closely at 02:10 and you’ll see one

Скованные Одной Цепью (Skovannie Odnoy Tsepiu) (English translation) Artist: Nautilus Pompilius (Наутилус Помпилиус) Song: Скованные Одной Цепью Collective onus sullies like soot. I take someone’s hand but instead feel an elbow. I search for eyes but instead feel a stare. In this place, where someone’s bottom is above others’ heads, a pink sunset follows the red dawn. Bounded together by the same chain, chained together with the same aim. Bounded together by the same chain, Chained together with the same… The limbs are sluggish here, while the spaces are enormous. The trains were crushed here to create columns. Some words here are only for kitchens, while different ones - for the outside. The eagles here were dumped for the good of broiler chicks, and even while kissing I keep the march formation Together with the bounded together by the same chain, chained together with the same aim. Bounded together by the same chain, chained together with the same aim. One can believe in the absence of faith, one can produce the absence of product. Here beggars pray, pray for the fact that their beggary is guaranteed. Here you can play a trumpet to oneself, but whatever you play, you will play “Retreat”. And if there’s someone who comes to you, there always should be someone, who will come for you. They like others are bounded together by the same chain, chained together with the same aim. Bounded together by the same chain, chained together with the same… Women here are trying to search something, but the only thing they’ll find is oldness. The only measure of work here is considered to be tiredness. This place has no villains in the sanctums covered with leather. The first ones here look exactly like the last ones, and probably they are exactly the same tired of being bounded together by the same chain, chained together with the same aim. Bounded together by the same chain, Chained together with the same aim. Bounded together by the same chain, chained together with the same aim. Bounded together by the same chain, chained together with the same aim. Bounded...

Как же классно Наутилусы вписались в сеттинг Вархаммера.

You boys ever hear the story of what happens to the lucky lads who get a placement in the probing assault?

Commissar pass 1 row for 1.3 sec so: there are 2796 rows. every row has 7 soldiers there are 19 572 soldiers ready to die for the emperor

Wait a sec, those Lasguns are different from the ones in the original video. They look really good.

I love how the soldiers have different heights and sometimes look at the commissar just adds to the video so much, Great work man!

For my family For the Imperium of Man FOR THE EMPEROR THE EMPEROR PROTECTS

Love the fact that you got all the soldiers in formation at different heights. In the normal length version, they are all about the same height but you can see the mass difference in height amongst them sometimes. Or how the soldiers will follow the commissar with their heads

After walking for an hour he realizes he only inspected 3% of the troops that have lined up

Some of the krieg soldiers watch the Commisar as he walks past, like they turn their head. Very nice

This just fills me with dread for some reason, especially when the commissar turns his head.

"May in death I earn repentance for the sin of my birth."

What I like is that the kriegers aren't the same exact height. There's a height difference whereas I've seen many reused models. Props to Gurke.

I love how each Kriegsman has a slight variation in height or their positioning is slightly off to give it a more authentic feeling

I just love the, almost childlike sense of pride that is in that headmovement, it is so good!

Lyrics/текст песни: Russian langauage/русский язык: Скованные одной цепью Связанные одной целью Скованные одной цепью Связанные одной... Круговая порука мажет, как копоть Я беру чью-то руку, а чувствую локоть Я ищу глаза, а чувствую взгляд Где выше голов находится зад За красным восходом - розовый закат Скованные одной цепью Связанные одной целью Скованные одной цепью Связанные одной... Здесь суставы вялы, а пространства огромны Здесь составы смяли, чтобы сделать колонны Одни слова для кухонь, другие - для улиц Здесь сброшены орлы ради бройлерных куриц И я держу равнение, даже целуясь Скованные одной цепью Связанные одной целью Скованные... Можно верить и в отсутствие веры Можно делать и отсутствие дела Нищие молятся, молятся на То, что их нищета гарантирована Здесь можно играть про себя на трубе Но как не играй, все играешь отбой И если есть те, кто приходят к тебе Найдутся и те, кто придет за тобой Здесь женщины ищут, но находят лишь старость Здесь мерилом работы считают усталость Здесь нет негодяев в кабинетах из кожи Здесь первые на последних похожи И не меньше последних устали, быть может Быть скованными одной цепью Связанными одной целью Скованными одной цепью Связанными одной... English langauge/английский язык: Chained up by one chain. Bound together by one aim. Chained up by one chain. Bound together by one… Here collective guilt smears like a petrol I am taking someone’s hand, but I'm sensing an elbow I am looking for an eye, but I'm feeling a gaze In the place where the ass is on top of the heads A red sunrise precedes a pink sunset. Chained up by one chain. Bound together by one aim. Chained up by one chain. Bound together by one… Here joints are sapless and the space is enormous Here groups crumpled together to build columns(of soldiers) There are some words for kitchens and another for streets Here the eagles were dumped to make room for the chickens And I keep in line, even kissing. Chained up by one chain. Bound together by one aim. Chained up... You can believe in the absence of faith You can do the absence of deed The poor are praying, praying to The fact that their poverty is guaranteed You can play a trombone, but just in your head Yet whatever you do you will play a retreat And if there are those who will come to you There will be those who will come after you Here women are searching, but find only senility Here fatigue is considered as the measure of work Here are no villains in parlors of leather Here the first looks similar to the last And maybe they are not less exhausted than the last Being chained up by one chain. Bound together by one aim. Chained up... (I had to correct the translation into English a lot,because I found nothing that was 100% correct.I can´t guarantee you will understand everything,because the way of expressing ourselves differs in the Russian and English language.Enjoy.Hope my work paid off.)

Ходят слухи что комиссар до сих пор ходит осматривая войска, не осознавая что ходит по замкнутому кругу

Holy shot he did it Emperor approved

1:04 On Cadia the commisar inspect the guardsmen, on Krieg the guardsmen inspect the commisar

God. This is just good. All the little details, like the soldiers being different heights, how the commissar looks like he is moving naturally, and the music fits super well too. One of the best things you've done yet.

Unironically great to listen to for both exercising and sleep

7 guardsmen in each row, for every 5 rows of guardsmen, there are 2 Chimera APCs(?), so every 35 guardsmen merits 2 Chimera APCs. Every 13 rows of Chimera APCs merit a tower, which is 91 rows of guardsmen. In between every tower is 26(28 maybe) Chimera APs, and 637 guardsmen(644 maybe).

The Commissar delivers once more! Forward, men! Fix your bayonets and sharpen your shovels, for we shall march in static formation towards the enemy pillboxes to this music!

Came back to this after 7-8 months ago, and this is all that's going through my head: "Your as beautiful as the day I lost you"

I just love that one Kreigsman that turns his head to look at the commisar. Wait a minute... lack of discipline... MUST BE A HERETIC SPY!

“X01, High commissar, the 88th siege army is ready for inspection, they’ll be heading to Vrax, should only loose about a 16th of them, at most. “Ah, wonderful, I’ll give them a look over.”

love how this version has it synced to the footsteps unlike the other one i saw yesterday

"We might die, but we never fear death. Every last traitorous soul will fall. THE EMPEROR PROTECTS." -Death Troopers Of Krieg.

Commissar : We lost over 300,000,00 men in the first wave! Krieg officer : *Acceptable losses*

This is one of the ways to put me in a trance

The Emperor is in the details. I like how every Kriegsman's size is different. Good job, I love it!

Great work. I especially love the details, how it's not like the exactly same row of soldiers and background over and over again, but rather you can see the difference in the height of the soldiers and the plumes of smoke!

Finally we get a better representation of numbers. But this is still only scouting force

Comissar: By the Emperor, my feet is killing me. And I'm not even at the damn Battlefield yet!

No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!

There's something both beautiful and tragic about the Death Korps.

deserving a medal.

The one soldier that makes and maintains eye contact with the Commissar to show he too is being inspected.

Kommissar: **Orders a retreat** Krieg guardsmen: You know the rules and so do I NOW SAY GOODBYE Kommissar: what guardsmen The Krieg Regiment: **eyes glowing red**

That commissar looks like he’s having the time of his life with the subtle movements he’s making.

I'm sure the commissar forgot where he was going to by the end of this

All of the kreigsman: "By the Throne, i'm so fucking ready to die."

Thanks for doing this man! I've been waiting for a good long while!

This Commissar isn't too bad, I must say, i haven't seen a single sign of heresy.

Man, I just heard the news. I always liked your work mate, I hope GW changes their mind.

My friends I deliver your shipment of our newest shovels. These ones mimic chainsaws. And or explode when their wielder is killed in glorious action. *For the Emperor. Charge and wield shovels proudly!*

"Men... take heart. Even though at least 99.98% of you are predicted to die and reinforcements are more than a decade out, through the Emperor's divine graces and the blood spilled by our rifles, our blades... and our shovels... on this day, we redeem ourselves. On this day... We redeem Krieg."

My favorite part of the song is here; 2:53 and is the best part of the song!

Now time for a 10 hour version

This is so fucking badass. I love the eery music, gives it a way more dramatic and real vibe than Death Korps of Krieg.

This was waaay more detailed than it needed to be. Love it

Это просто идеально , это шедевр. Спасибо вам большое за ваш труд !

this is a comfort video now. I honestly can't begin to say how relaxing this is

Good to know the first Squad passed inspection

Well to be truthful we inspected him while being inspected...