Most of the Federal Fleet's landing force came from the West Woods Military District. The first three divisions that landed were supported by the extravagant laser cannons of the space battleships. After paying a heavy price of thousands of Federation soldiers, they finally managed to hold off the crazy attacks of the Imperial expeditionary force on the surface of the planet. Panting heavily, they found a place to rest. The Federal Army had built seven landing bases in the hills southeast of the planet.
The Imperial armies would never allow these seven landing bases to blossom like plum blossoms on their abdomen. Otherwise, when the main force of the Federation waiting coldly in space used these landing bases to land on the surface of the planet, the isolated Imperial expeditionary force would definitely meet with failure. Therefore, in these few days, these seven landing bases received unimaginable and terrifying attacks.
The West Woods transport ships that forcibly landed in the face of the Empire's missiles continuously replenished their soldiers and weapons. However, even so, they could not keep up with the rate of casualties of the Federal Army …
The Empire's Moon Wolf third-generation mechas covered the hills and plains. The whistling of the mid-range missiles covered the sun. The seven landing bases of the Federation were repaired and destroyed, destroyed and repaired again. Death and rebirth, blood and corpses. The natural hills surrounding the bases were shaved off by the Empire's firepower. It was obvious how intense the war was.
The Qiulin Base looked very simple. The steel fortress built by the 47 giant engineering mechas was damaged and burnt everywhere. Even with continuous repairs, it was still impossible to make every part of the fortress in perfect condition.
This place was at the forefront of the seven landing bases, receiving the most powerful attacks of the Imperial armies. In just ten days, the soldiers' losses had reached a terrifying 40%. There were many times when the Empire's mecha groups had already broken into the base. Just as they were about to lose, they had a chance to catch their breaths because of the fleet's main cannons in space.
There were 17 giant deep holes in front of the base. After the molten magma solidified, they became densely woven lines. They were still steaming in the cold evening air. These were the traces left behind by the main cannons of the Federation's battleships.
"The Empire's Black Sang Alliance's mecha brigade has retreated. It is estimated that they will attack again in an hour," a West Woods staff officer stared at the display on the radar and reported loudly.
The commanding officer of the base had the rank of major general on his shoulder. In reality, it was rare for a general to be at the frontline, especially at a frontline like the Qiulin base. However, he had no choice but to come. The Federal Army and the Imperial expeditionary force both knew what the seven plum blossom-like landing bases meant.
The commander was already outside the atmosphere of 3320 and was looking at him coldly from the battleship. As a general, he had to be at the front line, the very front line!
He did not know how long the main cannons of the fleet could last, and he did not know how long the lunatics of the Imperial expeditionary force would attack without caring about their own lives. Did they not know to admit defeat?
The major general's expression was determined as he stared at the metal gap above the base. He looked at the black mecha bathed in the setting sun and thought to himself, if he hadn't been here, if he hadn't kept the morale of the army high, perhaps this base would have been broken through long ago.
There were many people who had the same thoughts as the major general.
After the battle, the smoke had yet to disperse. The 300 M52 mechas and 10 MX mechas started to clean up the battlefield. The staff officers below the base started to assess the damage. The engineering mechas started to hum as they repaired the metal base. The medics focused on sticking the wounds of the injured soldiers on the medical table. However, all of these people would occasionally raise their heads to look at the gap in the setting sun.
The eyes of the Federation soldiers were filled with shock, admiration, fanaticism, and so on.
The dense missile attack from the Imperial expeditionary force had blown up a gap in the northwest corner of the base. The mechas from the Black Sang Alliance were like a black dragon, roaring as they tried to charge in through the gap. The sound of metal colliding with the ground was so clear that it was shocking.
Right at the most dangerous moment, the arrogant black mecha that was painted full of golden stars led its mecha battalion to the gap.
The moment it arrived, it stood there, not willing to retreat even an inch of ground. It was like a steel wall that couldn't be moved by the wind or broken by the waves. The black mecha that seemed to have some kind of magical power attacked, dodged, and shot crazily. It was so strong that it actually blocked the Empire's mecha group!
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Every time an Empire mecha was destroyed and an Empire pilot was killed, a shining golden star could be painted on one's mecha. If an Empire mecha was completely destroyed, but the Empire pilot in the cockpit survived, then the outer line of the golden star would have to be a virtual line.
This was an unspoken but extremely powerful habit of the Federal Army of the 37th Constitutional Era. In the countless smoke-filled frontlines of the West Woods, proud mecha warriors could often be seen bathing in the sun, showing off the eye-catching golden stars on their mecha. This was a very direct display of battle results. The more golden stars on a mecha, the more battle achievements the owner of the mecha had.
Most of the Federation pilots would think of ways to cover up the golden stars on the surface of their mecha when they were on a real battlefield. This was because the more golden stars on a mecha, the more Empire pilots they had killed. When the Empire soldiers saw these mecha with many golden stars on the battlefield, it was as if they had seen their nemesis who had killed their father, stolen their wife, and white face. They would have a desperate urge to kill no matter the cost …
The Federation pilots would not be afraid, but they also did not want to be confused and wrongly killed by an absolutely wasteful missile attack from the Empire because of pride.
In the past twenty years, there were not many mechas who dared to step onto the battlefield with a body full of stars, arrogance, and disdain for the Empire's fiery gazes and focused attacks. This was like a completely naked young girl rushing into a military camp that had not seen a sow for three years. It was too dangerous, so dangerous that there was a terrifying possibility of being ravaged and ravaged at any time.
It was rumored that a certain commander surnamed Tian from the Special Mecha Brigade of the West Woods military region was such an awesome person, and he was the only one who could survive the battlefield in such a flashy manner.
And now there was another person who dared to stand in the twilight with golden stars all over his body, coldly looking at the Empire mecha without retreating even half a step.
Because he was the grandson of the God of War, he was Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng, because he was the young madman who was said to be invincible in the military.
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In a dark corner of the base, the cockpit of the heavy black mecha slowly opened with the sound of jets. Li Feng jumped down and heavily patted the thick and cold mechanical legs of the mecha. He did not even look at the three exclusive mechanics who surrounded him and walked into the temporary base with a dark face. The black mecha behind him was painted with golden stars all over its body, like blooming flowers. It was still very eye-catching in the dark, and for a moment, it was impossible to count how many golden stars there were.
"Uncle Zhong, I'm a soldier. My mission is to fight at the frontlines."
Li Feng's body was tall and sturdy like a big tree. His handsome face had a hint of childishness, but there was more arrogance between his eyebrows. He frowned and said into the communicator, "I'll be careful of my own safety, but I can't leave Qiulin."
The war in Qiulin was very dangerous. Although he was the strongest warrior on the frontlines of the West Woods in recent years, he also had a well-known identity. That identity gave him the right to maintain a secret connection with the highest commander on the frontlines of the space fleet as a battalion commander of a mecha battalion …
However, this identity also made this mecha prodigy feel a little suffocated, because none of his direct superiors dared to put him at the frontlines, the most dangerous place — to let the only grandson of the God of War die in his own army, and possibly let the Lees of Philadelphia die without descendants — who dared to bear this responsibility and the anger of hundreds of millions of people in the Federation?
Only Commander Zhong, the true tiger of the West Woods, dared to use Madman Li. However, even he, after personally witnessing the fierce battle on the planet's surface, seeing the scene of Madman Li's mecha almost being annihilated by the crazed mecha of the Empire, also had the thought of transferring him back to space.
Turning off the communicator, Li Feng pressed his thin, rosy lips together, wanting to laugh but habitually remaining silent and cold.
Only Commander Zhong dared to use him under great pressure, daring to send him to a truly dangerous frontline. He was very clear on this point, so he was very grateful to this uncle who took care of him and watched over his youth on the battlefield.
Ever since he was sent to the frontlines by the old man when he was 12 years old, he had always lived in the Zhong family's mansion at No.36 Latitude 2 District. From a certain perspective, he was single-handedly trained by that tiger of the Zhong family. However, this was something that even his biological father, who was the dean of No.1 Hospital, might not have a deep understanding of.
In the Qiulin landing base, which covered an area of 7 square kilometres, the most important thing was the large transport ship landing platform. The Federation soldiers on the base were bathed in blood as they faced the attacks of the Imperial expeditionary force. They didn't even have the time to close their eyes, so naturally, they didn't care about any basic necessities.
However, Madman Li was special after all. He had his own room and a bathroom with recycled water.
Letting the cold underground water wash his tired body, Li Feng lowered his head and leaned against the wall, his body slightly trembling. After so many consecutive days of extreme fighting, his iron-like body felt that it was reaching its limit.
In the water, the muscles on the young lieutenant colonel's strong body were well-defined. Every muscle seemed to contain an inhuman explosive power, which looked extremely exaggerated. Compared to his body, his head seemed a bit small.
After taking a shower, he looked at the time and confirmed that there were still 20 minutes left. Without hesitation, he took out his own pressure box, connected it to the power source, and stuck the electrode to his naked skin.
The electric current flowed into the young man's body. He let out a muffled groan. Sweat poured down like a waterfall. The endless pain stimulated the thick veins and blood vessels to the point that they were about to drill out of the copper paper-like skin. Every muscle in his body began to be passively squeezed and rubbed. The pain and soreness followed a certain path and continued to extend …
Since he was very young, Madman Li had been practicing like this. If he didn't have the willpower to endure the rare pain in this world, how could he obtain the rare power in this world? How could he paint his mecha with dazzling golden stars?
He was like this, and so was Xu Le. Those with great willpower were bound to achieve great things.
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(These two chapters are to reveal a very important question that involves a very important question in this story. There are very important reasons why the Tremor Divine Art … Great Laughter … can't be spread. This is only a point, and will be explained in detail in the future. After that, I felt something after writing it. I'm also a person with great willpower. Today, I laid in bed for a whole day. Wife, I'm not calling you leader now … I cooked porridge at night. It's indeed a bit troublesome to be sick. My two legs start to float when I stand on the ground … but, I still wrote it, didn't I? Humans were all forced to do so. I wish everyone a good weekend, although I really haven't been having a good weekend recently.)
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