Chapter 989: Chapter 989

The intense glow was like the scorching sun in the night sky, illuminating the entire firmament. Surging flames gathered at the colossal muzzle of that eclipsing war machine before a slash of fiery light shattered the darkness in an instant and struck the already damaged city gate.

The massive and sturdy city gate, along with the towering city walls, trembled violently and eventually burst apart, scattering large fragments.

Amid the sky full of fierce artillery fire, the tightly closed gates fell backward and opened slowly like an elderly man whose body was consumed by the raging fire.

"Captain, the city gate is breached!"

Not far from the gate, within a land fortress approximately twenty meters wide, a figure that resembled an officer excitedly watched the red-haired man who stood at the central control console of the land fortress.

"It seems we are still one step ahead of our friends up north,"

The red-haired man placed his hand on the control panel and pressed the all-army communication button, "All troops, prepare to enter the city. First Squadron, proceed to open Jar City’s inner city gate. Second Squadron, get ready to seize key entry points and rush into the high walls; within half an hour, I want to be standing on the high walls of Yilan City..."

"Captain, someone is charging out from the gate!"

At that moment, an urgent shout came through the communicator.

The grand artillery fire continued to roar in the skies, and the red-haired man looked up and forward.

Behind the slowly opening gates, a pure white mech roared out along with speeding fighters and several land armored vehicles rushing out from behind the city gate.

"A fight to the death, huh?"

A slight smile curled on the red-haired man’s lips as he pressed his hand on the communicator, "Crush them!"

"Eve, how much longer till we arrive?"

Within the glowing cockpit of the mech, Fiss sat at the control console, looking at the little girl in a white dress on the screen.

"Within five minutes, we will reach the battlefield on the outskirts of Yilan City South Gate and make contact with the rear guard of the Evis Space System Mercenary Corps."

The little girl looked up at Fiss, raised her hand, and a flickering map appeared in her hand—clearly marking the battle area and the current location of the Nolanca Mercenary Corps.

"How’s the situation in Yilan City?"

Looking at the map, Fiss asked again in a low voice.

"We have reached an agreement with Yilan City’s South City Defense Army and secured authorization for the Southern artillery and missiles."

The little girl placed the map before her and spoke softly.

Hearing the girl’s words, Fiss took a deep breath, his hand pressing on the control console and connecting to the communications link with the entire army.

Then he lowered his head, looking at the main control console, "This is Fiss. It’s late, and I don’t know if you all are missing your families back in Kaye City, longing for soft beds and the fine wine in the bars,"

Jets and mechs passed through the nighttime forests, and the extended illumination from the mobile combat units pierced through the trees, following the fighters in the sky to meld into a flowing stream of light between heaven and earth.

Fiss’s voice resonated in every soldier’s communicator and echoed in the quiet night.

"We all know life wasn’t always . Before Mr. Vian decided to change everything, even a slice of black bread could lead to a life-and-death struggle between two hungry people.

"Of course, Mr. Vian would never say that this is his grace, neither in his speeches nor in the propaganda of the Nolanka Group. Now, Kaye City is built brick by brick by every Kayan.

"We’ve built all this together, and now, it’s time for us to defend it.

"I know some of you wonder why we had to come to this unfamiliar city to fight this unfamiliar war.

"And now I can tell you, this is our war!

"The Consortium’s army is fiercely attacking the walls of Yilan City, and if they shatter Yilan City, the next one to break will be us.

"If we just watch the Yilan people’s blood splatter on the walls, then the next blood to splatter will be that of our families!"

"This is not a war to dominate the market, this is a war to save the steak and eggs on our plates.

"I will not talk to you about responsibility, honor, or the future today, because if we lose this war, there will be no future!

"If you don’t want to live a life where you risk your life for a piece of dark bread, if you don’t want your family’s blood splattered on the walls of Kaye City one day, then pull out your guns,

"The enemy is just as scared as you are, they will be even more frightened, because the equally brave Yilan people have dragged them into the mire,

"And now, it’s time to show our courage and responsibility.

"Mr. Vian has already given us the greatest support, victory will ultimately belong to us! Full speed ahead!

"For Kaye City, for Mr. Vian, charge!"

At the moment Fiss finished speaking, an even more surging echo resounded through the communicator, "For Kaye City, for Mr. Vian, charge!"

And amid the fluctuating sounds of the communicator, Fiss bowed his head, looking at the little girl in a white dress in front of him, and pulled out a chip emblazoned with the emblem of Stars City from his pocket, "Let’s begin."

"Please verify authorization and biometric information."

The little girl put away the map, looking up at Fiss.

Fiss inserted the chip he held into a nearby console, then lifted his palm, pressing it on the biometric scanner beside the console.

"War authorization confirmed, authorized by: Vian Nolanka"

"Commander biometric verification successful, verified by: Mercenary Corps Leader Fiss"

The pure white of the little girl’s skirt was gradually consumed by a vibrant red.

"Linking all device subnetworks..."

"Establishing a temporary local network..."

"Synchronizing all device statuses..."

The girl in the bright red skirt raised her head, looking at Fiss, a vibrant red blooming and then swiftly enveloping her entire pupils,

"War allocation mode entered, calibrating missile trajectories, covering fire, commence."

The surging flames illuminated the mountains in the wind, the rushing streams of light slashed through the mountains like grand swords.

The roaring artillery fire lit up the earth like daytime, as the red-haired man stood inside the massive fortress, raising his head to look through the window in front of him toward the battlefield.

The fighters chasing each other in the sky, black Hell Apostle Mechs entangled with white Blazing Angel Mechs, a row of armored vehicles staunchly holding the open area in front of the gates.

He lifted his head, gazing at the towering city walls, watching the silent gun ports.

He pressed a button beside him, quickly asking, "How many missiles have been launched from the tall walls?"

"According to the calculations, most of their missiles should have been fired by now, there shouldn’t be many missiles left."

Soon, a young voice answered.

"Captain, we are facing fierce resistance, their counterattacks are too strong."

At that moment, a disheveled officer appeared in the projection before the control panel, "Requesting support!"

"Useless thing, you are better equipped and outnumber them, yet you’re being suppressed by them."

The red-haired man’s gaze lowered, hand resting on the control panel.

"Captain, they’re crazed, charging without fear for their lives, our brothers can’t hold them back."

The disheveled officer hurriedly explained loudly.

This time, the red-haired man did not respond to him but instead illuminated a button beside him, "Sky Behemoth Squadron, move closer, concentrate fire, clear the area at the city gate, open a pathway for the ground troops."

The communicator immediately responded.

Then the red-haired man let go of his hand and looked at the awkward and embarrassed projection of the officer beside him, "Tell the brothers to spread the word; the first squad to charge through the city gates will be rewarded with a million federal coins."

The officer immediately stood up excitedly and saluted.

The red-haired man cut off the communication and looked up towards the vast city gates in front of him.

A giant shadow was passing over his head; it was the Sky Behemoth getting closer to the city gates.

His eyes were fixed on the City Defense Soldiers, who were bravely fighting amidst the gunfire, "It’s merely a beast in a trap."

Just then, a pure white Blazing Angel Mech suddenly broke out of the encirclement. In a very short time, it passed by the unresponsive Hell Apostle Mechs and Dragon Cavalry Fighters, crossed a large part of the battlefield, and charged towards the land fortress where the red-haired man was.

The intense flames unfolded along its open wings into radiant wings, and the pure white giant sword was raised high and struck towards the land fortress below.

The red-haired man looked up, watching the Blazing Angel Mech that had appeared overhead after much effort.

"Trying to shake a tree by pushing against it."

Accompanied by booming sounds, the surging flames flew over his head in that instant, hitting the Mech in the sky and turning the pure white Mech into a pile of burning flames.

"Captain, there’s something happening in the back of the corps···"

However, in that instant of blazing flames, a panicked voice rang out in his ears.

The red-haired man was just about to turn his head towards the source of the sound from the communicator, then suddenly stiffened and looked up again.

In the surging flames of the exploding sky Mech, an elderly figure in a blood-stained military uniform passed through the flaming flower, holding a black stick, and smashed down towards the red-haired man like a meteor.

The bulletproof glass of the land fortress was shattered instantly, the heavy metal structure quickly twisted and deformed, then suddenly exploded, igniting a flower of flame more magnificent than those in the sky.

And two figures burst out of this blossoming flower of flame in that instant, ’bang—’ smashing into the wilderness beside them, creating a crater tens of meters wide.

The red-haired man looked at the elderly man pressing down on him, covered in blood, and his lips curled into a fierce smile, "You are injured and still dare to come out? You’re overestimating your abilities."

But in that moment, his smile froze on his face.

At the end of his field of view, in front of the Sky Behemoth that was already very close to the city walls, dense missiles that blocked out the sun were rushing out from the missile launchers on the city walls, flying towards the Sky Behemoth.

At this time, the howling sound of booming also resounded above their heads.

One after another, the missiles with dazzling tail flames rushed out from behind him, crossed the sky, and hit the fighters of the Evis Space System Mercenary Corps in the sky, exploding into intense fireworks.

Below this pervasive fireworks, a gigantic Hell Apostle Mech bearing the emblem of Stars City flew through the night illuminated by firelight, passed over his head, and plunged deep into the battlefield.

From the forests, the lights stretched out like sharp blades of light, piercing through the vast battlefield maintained by the Evis Space System Mercenary Corps.

North City Command Center

The young officer stood at the door of the office, looking at the elderly man inside who was reading a book with his back to him. He opened his mouth slightly, seeming to want to say something.

He opened his mouth and then closed it, repeating this several times. Finally, he hesitated for a moment and spoke softly, "Mr. Lin En, would you like something to drink?"

"A cup of black tea, please."

He Ao flipped through the book in his hands, speaking gently.

The young officer hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly.

After a while, he brought over a tray carrying a ceramic teapot with a furnace underneath, a small can of milk in a ceramic jar, a small can of sugar, and a ceramic lace teacup with a tea strainer.

Then he walked to the office door, lifted his foot, and prepared to step inside.

"Just give it to me."

In that instant, He Ao’s figure appeared at the doorway, reaching out to take the tray from the young man before he could step into the office.

Immediately, he entered the office, casually placing the tray beside a low stool near a bookshelf, then sat down next to it and continued reading.

The young officer looked at the elderly man’s back, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped back out.

"Captain, the main force of the Mercenary Corps has completely passed the safe area,"

In the spacious office, an officer stood in front of Mid, somewhat excitedly saying, "Are we really not going to do anything? If we fire now, we could at least put up a fight, but once their troops reach the city, we will have no ability to resist."

"Call me Deputy Commander,"

Mid looked at him. "What the Commander says goes. Get back to your posts!"

The officer opened his mouth as if he wanted to say more.

"Leaving your post, I could shoot you right now!"

Mid slammed the table, directly interrupting the officer.

The officer sighed and turned to leave the room.

As he left, the young officer just happened to run in from one side.

The young officer glanced at the departing officer, then turned back to look at Mid and asked softly, "Still have complaints?"

"It’s from Zone C, close to my office,"

Mid sat back down, fumbled under the desk for a moment, took out a cigarette, and placed it in his mouth, "so they pushed him to see me."

He lit the cigarette, took a puff, and looked at the young officer, "Did he say anything?"

"He didn’t say a thing, just stayed in the office reading."

The young officer spoke softly.

"Scott never lets outsiders into his office; there must be many secrets in there."

"Do we really have to keep waiting?"

The young officer hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "We don’t even know what we are waiting for, or how much longer we need to wait, the Mercenary Corps’ troops are almost at the city gate, and Scott is almost back."

Hearing this question, Mid’s expression paused for a moment, he removed the cigarette from his mouth and stubbed it out in an ashtray beside him, "The Commander has his plans, don’t ask too much."

The young officer opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say more.

At that moment, the old-fashioned phone on the desk started to ring.

Mid raised his hand to signal the young officer to hold his comments and reached for the phone, "This is Mid, what news? From South City?!!"