Fortunately, it seemed that the binary stars had as few ground troops as the intelligence had reported.

Who would have known that not long after the Blazing Legion arrived, they received another piece of bad news? The vanguard Airborne Brigade had arrived early, delaying the Empire's soldiers for 2 days. In these 2 days, they didn't fight much, but a significant number of their brothers and instructors fell. Composed of a 5000-strong elite Airborne Brigade, their main mission was to rapidly disrupt the local situation using scout mechas. Instead, they were ambushed. After two assaults by the Imperial forces, they were directly scattered, reduced to a disorganized throng of 3000. They collapsed like worms being sliced into sections by the enemy wielding a kitchen knife, and all the commanders had died in battle. If it weren't for the high quality of the Airborne Brigade, they probably wouldn't have lasted until now.

Now, the only ones they could get in touch with were the scattered few, a hundred or so. The rest had run off to who knows where.

Feng Yi couldn't help but take a sharp breath when he received the message. The combat capability of the Airborne Brigade was not low at all. It wasn't that the Imperial forces were really that strong. Rather, the troops had landed at the wrong time and had been caught off-guard due to improper utilization of the terrain. He learned that the Airborne Brigade's drop time was at 11 p.m. This time seemed like night, but the spirit of the Empire's soldiers was still high, nothing more than an emergency assembly.

On the other hand, his own landing time was at 3 a.m. It can be said that the Empire's warriors would typically enter a deep sleep around 1 or 2 a.m., which is why he delayed by an hour, to carefully scout the area before landing.

Once his fleet's satellite locked on, Feng Yi quickly found the coordinates of the disorganized troops he was in contact with. Alas, the coordinates were too far—mate, I can't support you. He had just arrived at the binary stars himself and did not yet understand the local situation. Hasty action would definitely not be advisable; he could end up faring even worse than the Airborne Brigade.

However, giving up support for a large number of troops did not mean he couldn't deploy a small force. Feng Yi first simulated a retreat route, then immediately ordered Apophis to lead 20 of the elites to assist. They couldn't just watch those hundred or so confused soldiers spin around in circles. Having lost contact with the main forces, their communication equipment could not even scan further, only 2000 meters. It should be known that what they rode in was not as advanced as the 9th-generation model.

Apophis was given the order and led his brothers at a brisk jog and leap, soon disappearing into the pitch-black forest.

This Devil forest indeed was not peaceful. When they were about to reach the Airborne Brigade, their scanners had already detected Imperial mecha models. However, with the older model's scanning range and the advantage of concealment, the enemy had not discovered them. Before the 9th-generation model, the Empire's Sha Meng mechas were effectively blind.

Apophis originally did not want to startle the enemy prematurely, but things don't always go according to plan. The group of soldiers and the Empire's mechas discovered each other at the same time...

Both parties were momentarily stunned. The number of Imperial mechas was around 500, while our mobile warriors had only a little over 100. Neither side was completely prepared for a tactical deployment, and the huge gap between the forces seemed to predestine the outcome of this encounter.

Then, let's fight. The Federation's young men were no cowards. Who would have thought that the first to open fire would not be the Empire but a Federal scout, a Sergeant First Class, who fired several shots at the Saudi mecha cluster without a second thought. At this moment, there was no point in aiming for precision shots. Firing into a crowd, if you were lucky, each shot could take down several enemies.

The battle sparked immediately. The Empire's soldiers, faces contorted with bloodlust, were ready to show these useless Federation fools what slaughter meant, to send them and those lower beings to hell together!

The Empire's formation spread out in an instant while launching a fierce counterattack on the Federation's phalanx. The peace of the jungle was replaced by the chaos of battle in a flash. Both sides engaged in intense crossfire that rapidly escalated, and the Light Shields on the light cavalry's mechas changed colors at a visible rate. Before long, one mecha's energy shield reached the critical point, and with an explosion, the death of the soldier brought no disturbance to the battle.

Although this hundred-man squad was of exemplary quality, they held no advantage. Most were equipped with scout mechas, while the Sha Meng represented the main medium-heavy model. Within a mere 2 minutes, our forces' Light Shields had turned from green to yellow under indiscriminate firepower, while the enemy's mecha shields remained green.

Seeing his Light Shield turn red, a soldier realized it would soon hit its limit and knew he wouldn't make it. He decided to go all out, charging headfirst into the enemy's formation under heavy fire. "You bastards, let's go to hell together, aaaah!" Even in death, he intended to take a few enemies with him.

"Come back, are you insane?" the squad leader roared from behind. If he took cover and waited for an energy recharge at that moment, there was a good chance he could still save his life. But charging to self-destruct was certain death.

In the communicator, the man's voice was much calmer than his actions, "A true man can be a hero again after 20 years. We're running out of money back home. For the brothers who make it back alive, remember to apply for aid for my parents. My name is..."

With a boom, before the soldier could finish, the Light Shield completely dimmed followed by an explosion, and he never got the chance to speak again.

"You sons of bitches of the Empire, I'll see how many of you bastards can blow up." The squad leader, with tears streaming down his face, also charged forward without a second thought.

They couldn't sell him out all alone, the Light Shield couldn't hold anymore, and one after another, over ten more men followed suit, charging onward... However, this time the Empire's soldiers didn't completely drain the Light Shield, and even though three brothers fell along the way, more had already broken into the formation, limbs entangling the head of the Saudi Mecha like the arms of an octopus.

"You little shits, keep firing." The Empire soldiers could easily have shot this warrior, but there was a high chance their own men would be killed in the process. The Empire pilot inside the Mecha was at a loss; he wanted to shake off the scout, but the scout's agility was not something the Saudi could shake off.

The expression on the face of the Federal soldier was mockingly playful as he clearly enunciated through the loudspeaker, "You whores, go to hell. It's a countdown to death now. 10, 9, 8..."

Desperate, the Empire soldiers were not choosy about their path of retreat, shouting hysterically into the communicator, "Attack me, kill the madman, fast! There are 6 seconds left!"

Regrettably, his frantic screams went unanswered. In the chaos that was the battlefield, who had the time to care for another? Everyone was fighting their own battles.

As the Federal soldier counted down to 2, his voice suddenly stopped, cursing, "Idiots, I can blow myself up whenever I want to, I was just playing with you earlier."

Boom! With the blast of the explosion, the Federal soldier and the Empire's soldier parted ways forever. The brave soldier's last words echoed in the ears long after, as if he were playing a joke with death.

There was no sorrow, no crying among the cluster of Federal soldiers, only a mood of indifferent acceptance of life and death: if you can't beat them, fight them. They were smiling, tears in their eyes, as another soldier made the same move as the previous one. But compared to his predecessor, he seemed even more determined to break the enemy's spirit, claiming to give the Saudi soldier 100 seconds to flee. That was surely enough time, wasn't it?

The Saudi soldier was on the verge of crying. He was more reluctant to die, using 10 seconds to weigh the truth of his opponent's words, 40 seconds to call for an attack to take him out, and finally, he boldly opened the cockpit and jumped out from the top...

The Federal soldier decisively gave up his target and immediately pounced onto another Mecha...

Who could stand this? Death awaited with each pounce. The Saudi soldiers also had those who weren't afraid of death, but more of them didn't want to be so passive. Rather than waiting to die slowly, they'd rather choose to self-destruct, which was more straightforward.

This move immediately unsettled many other Saudi soldiers. The Federal soldiers no longer seemed human to them but devils. Eventually, a Saudi soldier on the verge of collapse turned tail and ran, quitting on the spot as he did.

At first, this trend was not obvious, but when groups of three or five, then ten and twenty, collectively retreated, charging forward would be the act of madmen and fools. Suddenly, the Empire's troops collapsed like a landslide, the army breaking into a full retreat.

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