General Blatter’s report had quickly been directed towards Jialipalan’s forward command department. Upon receiving this report, Bernadotte immediately called for an emergency meeting for a discussion on the current battle situation and passed on this report to the combat planning department, ordering every single research unit to submit their deductions and combat plans.
The staff officers within the combat planning department were racking their brains, sketching out their thoughts on the virtual map in order to deduce the line of thought the famous general of the Empire, Russell, had.
Several staff officers were even discussing softly amongst themselves. As the opinions started diverging, the staff officers began arguing louder and louder as everyone stuck to their own opinions, refusing to agree with the others.
The calmest person among them was still the one in charge of deduction in the 6th Research Unit, Tian Xing Jian, as only the 6th Research Unit did need not to submit any deductions nor plans.
Tian Xing Jian was currently daydreaming… about the information regarding Russell.
He gritted his teeth as he murmured to himself, “Is this chap still a person? He is truly a war machine!”
The intelligence department’s investigation on this famous Empire general was truly detailed. The information stored within the computer regarding him had been twice as much as other generals from the Empire, comprising of every single aspect of information one could get on Russell.
Russell was 42 years old and had no siblings. From young, he grew up in an orphanage. The information regarding how he was born wasn’t clear. This person was antisocial and did not like socializing with others. Due to his external appearances being similar to that of the Weibo race, at 6 years old, he had been sent to the Empire’s military institute all the way until he graduated at the age of 20 as a genuine second lieutenant officer, joining the land-based army of the Gyaca Woods Empire up until now. He was the most outstanding military genius amongst those his age.
Other than the period when he had just graduated and applied for a month of holiday to travel, he had fundamentally never left the military institute. The self-discipline of this person had reached a freakish level.
Russell had never exhibited the impulse of an adolescent when he was young. When he became an adult, his personality turned calm and steady and was someone who could bear hardships. While leading soldiers at the most fundamental level, he preferred fighting hard battles, and using his calm and flexible mind, he was able to determine the situation with abnormal accuracy. He would often lead the soldiers to attack the weakest point of the enemy, using astute and multivariate tactics which he was so experienced with that they became really fierce and creating circumstances where the enemies would not realize that they had fallen into his traps.
Ever since Tian Xing Jian learned from the forward command’s report that the previous airdrop in that specific location in Catosi Canyon had been planned by Russell, Fatty harbored fear for this person. Russell had even went according to the attacking postures of the Federation in his stratagem against the Galileo Starfield, dealing with it as if he were lifting light weights—it was effortless. He was akin to a brilliant artist, casually drawing several strokes on the battlefield, concealing the killing intent amidst the chaos such that when the entire piece of art was displayed in front of the enemy, the enemy could no longer turn back.
He himself was merely someone who relied upon a set of mystical deduction combination techniques and the suspicions towards the Myth Legion to chance upon the deduction he made. Even if that was the case, Russell had easily entered the backdoor of the deduced outcome, dissolving all the advantages the Federation would gain from it. He was so valiant even after the failure of his plan, and now, he was even personally here to lead the army on the Miracolo Planet. What could he do based on just this white color of himself [1]?
Fatty felt dismayed as he had a feeling of being totally helpless despite watching others committing a grievous act.
This wretched person could not help but think in his heart, ‘I am truly unable to fight against him. At most, I will end up as a prisoner-of-war. I was the one who broke through the other party’s plan, making it so that the bullsh*t royal family of the Gyaca Woods Empire could not step down from the stage. How will I be paying this debt? The moment they find out, this fleshy body of mine will be in their hands.”
The combat planning department’s staff officers sent over their calculated combat plans. Fatty had looked through every single one of them carefully, though all of them were of the deployment type based on countering the tactics used by the enemy. That was truly disappointing, as by the time the other party’s complete plan was revealed, it would be too late to act.
Even though they knew that there was a hidden objective behind the other party’s plan, regardless of how they much thought, they were not able to find out what it was, turning everyone mad. Thus, Fatty could only stare at Russell’s picture as he gritted his teeth, fantasizing how it would be good if he could just destroy him.
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Leray Federation’s 201th Mechanized Infantry Division had already turned mad. The two artillery teams that were directly subordinate to this division had been completely destroyed just an hour ago by the opposing coverfire. If it was not for the suppression by the artillery of the command headquarters, 201th Division would have been completely wiped.
The Gyaca Woods Imperial infantry soldiers down the hill were like the tide, dissipating apart before charging forward again. Under the protection of the Battle Mechas, the fearless soldiers once again charged up the hill which the 201th Division was defending for the 46th time.
During the initial charges, there were several times where the Imperial Army had actually reached the Federation’s base, though they were pushed back by either the Federation soldiers who had thrown themselves upon the swathes of enemies while holding onto fusion grenades or the soldiers who pushed them back by using their own body. The infantry division had a Battle Mecha battalion lose so many people due to the charge that it reduced to a Battle Mecha company. The next time the enemies charged forward and attacked their base, it would be unknown whether they could make them retreat.
How long had it been since such a war has happened?
The bloody battle of the infantry soldiers had occurred a very long time during the era of ancient Earth. Today, in this vast open long distance war, both sides had fought till the point where they were forced to use their bodies. It was truly unfathomable to think of how intense the current battle situation was.
The command and coordination system had completely been destroyed by the electronic battle, and the losses of the autonomous artillery teams were even more grievous. After doing their utmost to provide firepower cover, they were destroyed by an even more violent enemy artillery fire. As this exchange in firepower between the two nations lasted until even now, there was not much help coming for them. In view of the loss of the Sky Network System, the guided missiles that were used against Battle Mechas were randomly flying around like a blind man within the battlefield. No infantry soldiers dared to provide laser guidance amidst such dense firepower, as that was akin to committing suicide.
What was more bitter would be the fighter aircraft in the air. The several thousand fighter aircraft, during the start of the battle, had flown out from their various hangars, firing ground missiles that plowed the entire battlefield before engaging in a dogfight. In just a short few hours, the total number of fighter aircraft in the airspace above Garo Mountain that were either destroyed midair or shot down had reached the thousands.
The remaining fighter aircraft continued to tangle up as a bunch. With the electronic battle culminating in the usage of the most primitive form of battling, there were no ultra-long radarlock nor were there infrared tracing; there were only energy cannon fires and close-distance missile firing that were completely based on gut feeling. They were akin to vultures covering the sky, ferociously tearing apart each other in the gloomy sky without stop.
“F***! Kill them all!” Seeing the enemy infantry charging into the firepower range, 201th Division’s 3rd Regiment Commander Gutiérrez roared out his command. This giant, who was 2 meters tall with a muscular body, carried a heavy-sized energy machine-gun cannon that required two people to operate. Roaring madly, he fired the cannon.
The reverberating shouts of “Kill!” were accompanied by the ear-shattering cries from the firearm, causing the battlefield to be covered with smoke. The Federation infantry soldiers stationed in their bases were carrying a myriad of different weapons, with those wielding energy weapons firing, forming a dense rain of firepower which fell upon the charging Gyaca Woods Imperial soldier, sweeping into a complete mess.
The momentum of Gyaca Woods’ attacking soldiers had been curbed, with several undulating waves of scattered lines of soldiers being reaped like rice grains, burying them into the ground neatly. Soon, accompanying the huge steps by the Imperial Battle Mechas, these Gyaca Woods soldiers, who were extremely used to charging in the midst of the rain of bullets, started climbing up before following behind the Battle Mechas and moved towards the defense of the Federation.
At this moment, the Federation soldiers heard an ear-piercing whistle coming from the sky. This was a warning of the incoming mixed energy cannon shells coming from the enemy. The experienced soldiers immediately crawled to the temporary, excavated trenches, and soon after, a chain of loud resounding explosions could be heard. These trenches that did not resemble one had been bombed by the shells, forming deep holes all around.
“Damn, this is a good trench!” Two fortunate Federation soldiers who were in close proximity to the explosion had survived the attack as they jumped into the newly-made bomb crater happily. They did not need to dig them any longer, as this bomb crater could be used for a while. They had seemingly disregarded the consecutive exploding artillery shells that were near them. A soldier utilized this opportunity, the gaps between the explosions, to take out a cigarette before giving one to his comrade. The two began smoking the cigarette in elation while feeling that this was a much more enjoyable than living life as a deity.
[1] Figurative meaning, implying how clean and new of a state he is in terms of warfare.
Even though the battle for the high ground lasted for quite a while, the soldiers of the Federation still revealed unperturbed heroism when they experienced an artillery bombing.
The 3rd Regiment Commander Gutiérrez did not hide; he merely stood there as he fired the energy cannon in his hand without stopping. All of a sudden, as he inclined his ear to the side, the expression on his face changed as he somersaulted into a trench right by his side. At the same time, an artillery shell landed on the spot he was standing at previously, forming a deep crater. That energy machine-gun cannon had been bombed into smithereens from the impact.
Seeing the soldiers charging towards him in the trench happily, the sorry of figure Gutiérrez climbed up before spitting and taking out a military water bottle that was filled with wine. Taking two gulps, he scolded, "That goddamned artillery shell is damningly accurate. This father has almost been bombed to 1.2 meters [1]!"
He breathed in the cold air, pouring the wine in his hand onto his thigh. That was when the soldiers saw a huge shrapnel stuck in Gutiérrez’s thigh. This huge regiment commander merely gritted his teeth before using his belt to tie around his leg as he slowly removed the shrapnel. Even though it did not injure his main arteries, fresh blood still kept gushing out from his wound. The medic came hurriedly to give him emergency treatment while Gutiérrez took the shrapnel and flipped it over in scrutiny. Such a huge shrapnel had actually not cut his leg into two. As he scrutinized the shrapnel, he would laugh at himself mischievously as he felt truly delighted at how quick his reactions were.
The world-shaking artillery fire continued for a few minutes, with the Federation soldiers huddling within the trenches, covering their ears while opening their mouths as if they were a group of fishes that could not breathe.
Finally, the Federation’s artillery team behind them affirmed the location of the enemy’s artillery location and started bombing back, suppressing the Imperial’s artillery completely.
Towards the soldiers of the 201th Division, this degree of artillery sweep was just like an itch. Comparing it to the initial artillery fire, the gap between the two was 18,000 miles away [2]. After the artillery fire, they were akin to rats after a storm, tunneling out from the high ground that were ravaged. The enemies had already made use of the artillery firepower sweep to shorten the distance between them and the high ground, and that was when the Federation’s firepower immediately become concentrated once again. Gutiérrez just pushed aside a soldier who was having a thrill firing the standardized energy cannon in his hand and snatched the cannon as he yelled a strange sound, stood up, and fired with an accuracy that made the gloomy soldier praise in his heart. The other party was a regiment commander, and him? He was just a small soldier.
The energy cannon in Gutiérrez’s hand bellowed continuously, destroying quite a few Imperial single-operated Battle Mechas with accuracy.
WIthout the suppressive firepower, without having any protection from the powerful Battle Mechas, why would those infantry soldiers and the single-operated Battle Mechas that were everywhere do their utmost to send themselves to their deaths? Gutiérrez felt puzzled over this.
At this moment, he suddenly saw a few hundred Beast-Model Battle Mecha charging at high-speed amidst the artillery fire towards the 4th Regiment defense grounds to their left.
What made the others dumbfounded was that these Beast-Model Battle Mechas could even nimbly evade the incoming concentrated artillery fire. Their evasive maneuvers had even made Gutiérrez stunned. Seemingly as if they had discovered the presence of these Beast-Model Battle Mechas, the 4th Regiment’s firepower blockade techniques became even more formidable. Several ordinary energy cannons shot against the body of those Battle Mechas, forming ripples from the energy shield covering them and creating an image akin to throwing rocks into a lake, as no huge disturbance was created. That layer of energy shield remained as blue as ever, showing the light of cruelty to the world.
Gutiérrez needed not to think as the energy cannon in his hand immediately turned towards their direction, accurately firing at a high-speed against a Beast-Model Battle Mecha and finally turning its energy shield to a light red level.
This Battle Mecha that was hit immediately changed its direction towards Gutiérrez. Taking out from its chest an energy cannon, the fierce incoming firepower ensured that Gutiérrez could not even look upwards.
Crawling to another location, Gutiérrez ordered the correspondent signaller to call for an artillery sweep. He could see with a single glance how dangerous these Beast-Model Battle Mechas were; their movements were fast and nimble, their coordination was flawless, their positioning was accurate, and their firepower was quite powerful.
Furthermore, the survival abilities of these Battle Mechas amidst the artillery barrage were too formidable. Their rapid evasive maneuvers allowed them to dodge the majority of the threatening energy cannons, and even if you hit them occasionally, they had their energy shields withstanding against those attacks.
And these were still not the most critical threat against high ground D1. What made them indignant the most was that these Beast-Model Battle Mechas could even rush up the 70-80 degrees inclined cliff with their four limbs at a speed that was as fast as running on flat ground. The moment they broke into the high grounds, it would absolutely be a massacre.
The Federation’s autonomous artillery soon snarled under the emergency request for help from the front lines, violently sweeping the several hundreds of meters ahead of the high ground D1 with their artillery fire, especially the base of the 4th Regiment where the concentration of artillery firepower that swept the region ahead of them was the most intense at the request from the signallers.
The Beast-Model Battle Mechas that were intermixed with countless of Imperial infantry soldiers did not retreat because of the artillery fire. Instead, they hastened up their charging speed and pierced through the hail of bullets like a bolt of lightning towards the base of the 4th Regiment.
The Battle Mecha Battalion directly subordinate to the 201th Division had just a little over 100 Battle Mecha resisting. These mechas attempted to use their cannon barrage to block the forward road of those Beast-Model Battle Mechas. This tactic had generated a certain effect, as under the autonomous artillery fire sweep, the Beast-Model Battle Mechas that were heading in the direction of the several blockaded roads had no space to move, leading to their energy shields being bombarded from blue levels all the way till red before exploding into balls of flames.
However, the power of just a single company of Battle Mechas was too lacking, as the other party had at least a battalion participating in the attack against the 4th Regiment’s base.
Gutiérrez inspected the current situation before decisively sending two orders to the signaller. Firstly, he requested immediate reinforcement and for the forward command to send an armored division out. It was impossible to defend high ground D1 with just an infantry division any longer. Secondly, it was to bring his own battle record device back so that they could see the insignia on those Battle Mechas, which were very possibly the special Battle Mecha division of the royal family—the Myth Legion.
After that, Gutiérrez ordered the vice regiment commander to take over his command over the troops since, after all, it was usually the vice regiment commander who led the troops in the battle and he himself had never come to a realization that he was the regiment commander. Saying that, he immediately brought a battalion of soldiers and ran towards the base of the 4th Regiment.
Why would the Myth Legion appear here? A battalion of their Battle Mechas participating in the vanguard offensive attack would bring dire consequences to the infantry division that had long been impaired by those missiles. As for whether he would be able to save them or whether he would survive, those were not questions Gutiérrez had to consider any longer.
But, he knew the most important thing to do now was to help the 4th Regiment to survive this assault. Even though that 4th regiment commander, who had an eyes similar to a sick chicken, was someone whom he did not get along well with and they would always argue whenever they met, they were still ultimately comrades, thus he had to ensure they did not die in front of him. Gutiérrez suddenly felt like laughing because if they survived, he would become the savior of the sick chicken, and every time they met, he would be able to talk high and mighty. That sick chicken would never retort against his savior. How thrilling would this feeling be!?
As Gutiérrez brought along his soldiers to rush towards the 4th Regiment base, in the cosmos outside of Miracolo Planet, there was something happening at the same time—an outer space battle that would affect the situation of the entire Newton Starfield.
[1] Figurative meaning here.
[2] Meaning a very huge gap in between the prowess of the two.
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