Feng Yi had already locked the door tightly, refusing to come out, refusing to fight; he was extremely sleep-deprived, either to die in his dreams, or... But before he woke up, someone forcefully opened the door.

Feng Yi cried and laughed...

Elvis laughed and cried...

On the way to provide support, Elvis, bearing a somewhat dim-witted mind, said, "Brother, you think this might work for us?"

"I'm all ears, but I'm already brimming with despair about the road ahead," Zhang Xiao Bo said, his dead-fish eyes wide open, his face a picture of utter despondency.

"I suggest you shoot me once, then I'll shoot you."

"That suggestion is great, I agree, but what if I lack the courage?"

The two of them meandered into the Mecha exhibition warehouse. A colonel next to them noticed these two goofballs were dragging their feet and kicked them in the ass, "Hurry up and move, I want to go back to sleep. If it weren't for you two needing the gate open, I wouldn't have gotten up at this hour."

As the old saying goes, is my life easy? If it were regular soldiers, they couldn't even rousted these two dead pigs. In critical times, the old chief commander must take action himself.

"I say, Chief of Staff Wang, we're both fellows in a tight spot. Could you maybe consider the feelings of us lower-level officers a bit?"

"I'd like to consider your feelings too. But tell me, when has the head of our fleet ever considered mine?" he said, as he kicked them once again, prompting the two men to hop and skip until they vanished down the corridor...

At this time, the battle on Planet A was just as fierce. In a battlefield called Kabudo Plains, the 1,000 elite troops led by Apophis encountered fierce resistance from the main forces of the Sand Army.

In just over 10 minutes, the main force had already lost hundreds of Gun Riders.

Even though the Flame soldiers were well-trained and their moving formations were impeccable, the enemy firepower was still too strong, often causing the front lines to suffer casualties before support from the rear could move up, leading to instances where the Light Shields turned to Red Alert level, followed by explosions.

This vast plain was indeed a natural battlefield for the enemy, and under multiple enemy interferences, the shipboard satellites and space electronics were almost incapable of pinpointing the fortress's exact location.

Rumble, rumble, rumble... Amidst the explosions, some airborne supports were intercepted by the enemy midway; some nearly hit their own forces. After two successive impacts affecting our own land and air strikes, John decisively stopped the use of electronic equipment for further ground attacks.

Now the Flame regiment could only cover the enemy with ground forces.

In the distance, gray smoke soared into the sky; the battlefield's ceaseless artillery had become the only noise beside our high-altitude cruise missiles. Together, they poured down like a meteor shower, finally crashing into the enemy's concentration miles away, creating spectacular mushroom clouds.

All soldiers entering or leaving were obliterated, even those at a distance were thrown off-balance by the dawn's assault... The entire battlefield had become a fiery sea at high temperature, a hell on earth. People living in cities could almost feel the continuous tremors emanating from the ground.

The incessant barrage of bullets had become the sole color of this plain battlefield, as both sides' mobile soldiers poured out their strongest firepower.

Now, the Flame legion was still pressing forward at high speed...

The enemy, on the other hand, was mounting a frenzied counterattack with the most intense firepower and frequency...

The sparks reflected by the snow shone brilliantly, and the noise from the secondary and main guns, continuous like flying meteors falling down, instantly dispersed the accumulated snow and melted the ice, forming a heart-shaped air wave that spread even more strongly.

The battle instantly escalated into white-hot intensity, a snowfield landing devoid of any tactics. Both sides were exposed under each other's gun sights. Apart from strong firepower, what mattered now were the rich combat experience, robust individual soldier quality, sharp on-site insights, making coordination no longer as crucial.

Yes, you had to think ahead about your next move before your Light Shield energy runs out, either finding a body for cover, lying down in a shell hole or simply collapsing on the ground and praying for divine favor.

In the midst of thick gun smoke and artillery, all that remained was slaughter...

"Ah ah ah ah... you bastards, taste the flavor of my bullets!"

A Flame soldier's Light Shield turned red. There were no covers nearby, and seeing that he couldn't survive much longer, his eyes blazing, he stood up, lifting the remaining energy Light Shield, and swept through the enemy lines. At that moment, forget about coordination—it was time to act!

Just then, a fortunate soldier was suddenly tackled by a comrade not far away, who opened up a half-charged Light Shield to defend against the enemy's suppression...

The Flame Legion had never abandoned a comrade before, but God had abandoned them. Under the concentrated barrage, his Light Shield gradually turned red, yet his eyes remained unwaveringly resolute.

"Buddy, thanks, but..."

The soldier from before knew continuing like this would only endanger his comrades, so he resolutely got up a second time and entered burst mode, aiming his gun at the enemy troops, and casually uttered three dismissive words, "Go to hell!"

Life is fragile and precious, yet in the eyes of these brave soldiers, it was dazzlingly brilliant and insignificant. At this moment in his radiant life, the courageous Gun Riders were confronting the Saudis head-on with all guns blazing...

"Son of a bitch empire whore, remember, grandpa is a Flame soldier."

Boom boom boom boom tat tat tat...

Amid the relentless barrage, the roaring Gun Rider still emitted lingering warmth, and the continuously trembling Mecha seemed like a beast infused with a soul, expressing its master's anger on this blood-soaked battlefield, weaving an epic melody.

Just before he was about to fall, a comrade in the rear with a Light Shield got up for a second time, blocking a fatal blow for him.

"Flame soldiers aren't just you alone."

He clearly had also abandoned his defense, for in choosing to block a deadly blow for his comrade, his fate was already sealed.

Honestly, buddy didn't want to die either, but, as a man...

Rather than watch his comrade helplessly isolated, he would rather charge forward first, especially since he was a Flame soldier himself. If he was recorded by an electronic recorder hesitating to move forward, wouldn't that be shameful? After all, he had no family and as a former space pirate, he was never one to cower from those old soldiers.

Both seemed to understand each other's feelings simultaneously, without further communication. Regarding life and death, they merely chuckled it off—a brief eye contact in the vast snowy wilderness, and instantly the two Gun Riders launched a final assault towards the enemy's camp.

This scene was concurrently unfolding in several other battlegrounds, in another part of the steel torrent, a black light was moving at high speed.

Boom buzz...

Accompanied by a shockwave, in full sprint, Feng Yi felt his body whirl and the world turn dark. Despite his robust physique, he was temporarily deafened by the proximity of the missile explosion, with buzzing in his ears, and his brain briefly lapsed into unconsciousness...

If this had been during his initial stage with a million combat power, such an impact wouldn't have breached his defenses, but now things were different, Feng Yi's alertness and physical condition were no longer what they used to be.

Just a moment ago, he had received a notification from Eggy that a super soldier was rapidly approaching an important coordinate on Planet A, so Feng Yi was also rushing towards that location, only to be blasted en route.

But it was just a matter of a few seconds; he shook his head vigorously, and his speed surged almost parallel to the ground in a continuous sprint that one would only see in an anime—now being enacted by Feng Yi.

With a sharp break through the ice, Feng Yi almost simultaneously reached the battlefield with the enemy's super soldier.

In the center of the battlefield, at this moment, a black Mobile Warrior had already become the main character; he was the origin of faith; he was the legend of the undefeated; he was the ultimate warrior; he was the embodiment of courage, the proof of strength, and the last defender in many people's hearts.

The black light, like a thunderbolt, continuously darted across the snowy battlefield, becoming the brightest star here—Revenge Shadow Rider

Hiss hiss...

Accompanied by the swing of the Flame Dual Slash, the leading soldiers only saw a flash of brilliance and large-caliber shells were instantly split in two by the sweeping flames.

The Shadow Wings morphed on the shoulders of the Shadow Rider blocked the remaining attacks for the two soldiers.

"Well done."

It was evident that their courage was affirmed, even the sparingly speaking Revenge Shadow Rider couldn't help but praise sincerely.

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