The 9344 coastline is at the edge of the offshore and open sea areas east of the wheat fields, 21 kilometers from the coast. On the diminishing electronic map, it appears concave. Feng Yi seeks the nearest shoreline to these coordinates, that is, inside the cove. This is the most likely place his scattered unit would gather.

To determine the general location of the armored division, he has to find his men as soon as possible.

The Gun Rider glided along the edge of the shoreline. As the scanner continued to expand its range, the slow-moving, dispersed points of light began to appear on the scanner. In a few minutes, Feng Yi successfully reunited his scattered men.

With the Gun Rider, a total of 33 mobile soldiers were assembled. This meant that most of the comrades had fallen in the race against time.

After disembarking from the mecha, the old battalion commander and a group of soldiers fervently shook hands with Feng Yi. At that moment, silence was louder than any words. Every face glowed with the tearful light of excitement. Even Feng Yi was a little taken aback by their enthusiasm.

Most of them were part of the information warfare personnel holding the outer defensive line. They were only trained in basic mecha operations. Their superior had assigned them a task to lie low at a designated point for three days, to carry out information disruption and decoding against the Saudi frontline. If any emergencies occurred, they were to retreat immediately.

The scheduled standby time of three days in the plan was just an ideal number, not a command that must be followed. This was something the seasoned soldiers well understood—it meant that the plan could be adjusted according to changes in the situation.

Unfortunately, their new battalion commander had no battlefield experience. In addition, they were quickly disrupted by the Saudi's powerful magnetic waves just half a day into their holding ground. The brothers didn't want to be mocked as professionals with poor skills, so they chose to fight for half a day rather than retreat immediately. This led to their current situation.

This group had been running around, escaping for four days. Now, let alone reuniting with the main forces, they hardly had any food left. If not for a few cans of food to stave off hunger, they might have already starved.

Food wasn't a problem. After understanding the situation, Feng Yi said he could solve it. They couldn't stay here for long. He signaled for everyone to quickly get onto the mecha and get moving. The place was unsafe.

Two minutes later, the mech squad disappeared from the coast. On the way, Feng Yi briefly described the situation of the logistical supply unit. Eventually, they stopped and stayed in a cave that was large enough for the mecha to enter.

The soldiers were surprised that what Feng Yi took from the space crystal were not compressed biscuits or other garbage food, but a big pot, meat, a source of fire, and various seasoning ingredients.

It was a bit unbelievable for everyone. Having a Space Crystal was like having a mobile kitchen. But in the past, almost no one would bring such a thing to the battlefield. Firstly, the Space Crystal was too expensive, unaffordable for ordinary people. Secondly, the military did not encourage soldiers to take the crystal into battle. They had precedents where soldiers used the crystal to raid restaurants.

Feng Yi laughed and said he actually didn't have any food supplies. He simply took whatever he could when leaving the space shuttle.

Soon, the aroma of food wafted out from the cave, followed by the rhythmic clanging of cutlery. Everyone smiled, unashamedly covered in dirt, praising how useful the Space Crystal was.

As a military officer, the old Battalion Commander Humphrey should, in principle, have criticized Feng Yi for not obeying military discipline. But at that moment, with his belly full, he began to bond with Feng Yi, "Brother, look at you, then at my team of clodhoppers. Ah!" He sighed genuinely.

A group of soldiers nearby were not happy to hear this. 'Battalion Commander, strong generals have no weak soldiers. Aren't you criticizing yourself?'

"You little rascal, always talking too much." There were tremendous laughter around. This was undoubtedly a night of romance for the men.

When the meal was over, the problem was how to find the main force. A small team like theirs didn't have the ability to survive on the battlefield. They couldn't afford to be wild kids, all were born to loving parents.

According to Humphrey, the only way to quickly connect with the main force was to find the coordinates of the headquarters from four days ago. This was relatively probable. With the unstable elements of this battle of attrition, the two mechanized infantry divisions had to fight a guerrilla war. They might make camp here today and move the next.

The geographical features of Big Macs were unique. 91% of its surface was covered with water, and land stretched from the south to the north. This planet was a typical one-line planet, unlike Alpha's semi-rotational planet or Earth's maps. There were only two ways to retreat or advance, so it was vital to have frontline intelligence. To maintain its deceptive and confusing character, the main force would usually not be too far or too close to the information warfare area.

After a half-hour break, the 33-man team resumed their journey. They were moving quickly toward the initial coordinates, the peaceful wilderness echoing with the noisy footsteps of the mobile soldiers.

Most of the soldiers who had been in combat for a long time were already asleep. They were too tired. A group of three was left on each guard, walking and remaining alert, taking turns to replace each other.

The velocity of the assembly signal was a bit slower than the Gun Rider's. The auto-navigation could be adjusted to move at the same frequency. Furthermore, there were sentinels, so everyone didn't have to worry about getting lost as they marched on.

The dawn light broke the dark. The expeditionary forces spread out by the time the last sleepers woke up. The entire team accelerated.

"Attempt to establish contact at coordinates G5012-Y109, lost."

"Attempt to establish contact at coordinates G5013-Y109, lost."

"Attempt to establish contact at coordinates G5013-Y110, lost."

"Attempt to establish contact at coordinates G5015-Y115, lost."

"Attempt to establish contact at coordinates G5015-Y116, successful."

There was a burst of blurred and fuzzy signals from the Heavenly Communication. After processing, it was impossible to hear clearly on either end as the interference was too strong. Only by using numerical symbols could they indicate their call-signs and coordinates for confirmation.

Their efforts soon bore fruit. Success! According to the feedback from the numerical messages, the small team of 33 quickly located the coordinates on the electronic map. When they arrived, the old battalion commander let out an accustomed sigh: "Ah! It feels so good to be back home."

The intelligence personnel quickly passed Feng Yi's information to General Augustins. Upon receiving the news, Augustin immediately instructed his driver to pick him up. He wanted to see who the brave Gun Rider driver was and how he could break through the numerous fire blockades by himself.

You might say that such a scene is not uncommon and often happens to the Red Cloak and White Cloak. However, the mecha he rode was completely different. It was not an exclusive superior model. Not even a second pilot in the entire mechanized infantry division could achieve such a brilliant record.

In a while, Feng Yi quickly appeared in front of the Command Room. At his side was Augustins' secretary.

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