58: Chapter 58 A Devastating Strike! Tearing Apart the Heavy Defenses!

Night fell.

Los Santos, top floor of the Global Financial Center.

Chu Feng leaned back on the sofa, finishing the last sip of red wine in his glass.

The Russian Twins were sitting obediently on the carpet.

The older sister brought over a set of pure black tactical trench coats, while the younger sister held a pair of brand-new black military boots.

The two of them were wearing nothing but thin white maid aprons.

Their long, straight legs were pressed tightly together.

The older sister stood up and very gently helped Chu Feng put on the trench coat.

"Master, I wish you a triumphant return."

The younger sister's voice was sweet and cloying, her eyes filled with submission toward the strong.

Chu Feng reached out and pinched the younger sister's delicate cheek, then stood up.

Anna sat in front of the holographic screen and pulled up the tactical map.

"Master, the United States 3rd Armored Brigade is stationed on the defense line fifty kilometers outside of Los Santos."

"Ten kilometers behind the enemy defense line is California's largest national strategic reserve granary and heavy steel plant."

Anna's voice trembled, her eyes filled with fanaticism.

Chu Feng nodded.

On the edge of Los Santos.

The massive, transparent plasma shield flickered, opening a gap one hundred meters wide.

The night wind blew past.

One thousand Clone Warriors wearing Type-Zero Mecha formed ten neat phalanxes and marched out of the city with heavy footsteps.

The pitch-black mecha seemed to disappear into the night.

Only the element zero patterns embedded in their chests and backs emitted a faint purple glow.

They were like a thousand steel demons from hell.

Behind the Clone Legion were ten thousand heavily armed special forces thugs.

A large number of soldiers rode in hundreds of heavy armored personnel carriers, the roar of their engines shaking the ground.

Chu Feng sat inside a heavy command vehicle modified from an MRAP.

The spacious carriage was carpeted and furnished with leather sofas and a wine cabinet, luxurious to the extreme.

The convoy moved forward at full speed.

For a mechanized unit, a distance of fifty kilometers could be covered in an instant.

The United States military blockade line.

The defense line, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, was covered in high-voltage electric fences.

Dozens of deep anti-tank trenches stretched across the wilderness.

Behind the trenches were rows of 70-ton M1A2 main battle tanks.

Their massive cannons were pointed directly toward Los Santos.

Armored vehicles and infantry positions were densely arranged, waiting in full battle array.

Inside the 3rd Armored Brigade command post.

Major General Robert was holding a cup of hot coffee, looking at the sand table on the table.

"General, Los Santos has completely run out of food."

A staff officer said with a smile, "According to long-range drone reconnaissance, the civilians inside are starving to death in batches every day. The warlords inside won't last many days before civil unrest breaks out."

Robert gave a scornful laugh.

"A bunch of thugs with light weapons actually think they can contend with the state machine." Robert took a sip of coffee. "As long as these rats dare to step out of the energy shield, the 3rd Armored Brigade's artillery will blast the entire force into shreds of meat."

Just as he finished speaking.

The radar alarm in the command post suddenly started screaming frantically.

The piercing sound shattered the silence of the night sky.

The radar operator was sweating profusely, staring intently at the large number of red dots that had suddenly appeared on the screen.

"General! A large number of unidentified armed forces are approaching our defense line at high speed! Less than five kilometers away!" the radar operator shouted loudly.

Robert's expression changed, and he slammed his coffee cup down.

"These rats actually dare to come out and die!"

Robert strode out of the command post, picked up the communicator, and roared: "All troops prepare for battle! Launch flares! Get all the artillery up there for me!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A dozen high-altitude flares rose into the air.

The blinding white light instantly illuminated the wilderness for several kilometers in front of the defense line as if it were daylight.

The United States soldiers on the defense line tightened their grips on their rifles and poked their heads out to look ahead.

The next second.

Every soldier's breathing stopped.

Under the white light.

One thousand steel monsters, over two meters tall and pitch-black, were marching with uniform steps, trampling the weeds of the wilderness as they approached step by step.

The purple energy patterns flashing on the mecha gave off an eerie feeling in the dark night that made one's scalp tingle.

The steel monsters didn't look for cover, didn't use tactical maneuvers, and just pushed straight toward the positions of dozens of heavy battalions.

Behind the armored units was a dark, massive convoy of armored vehicles.

"My God... what kind of monsters are these?" A machine gunner swallowed hard, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

Robert stood on high ground, holding binoculars.

Seeing the black mecha in front, a trace of unease flashed through his heart.

But he had absolute confidence in his armored brigade.

"Fire! Never mind what they are, use depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds to tear their formation apart!" Robert ordered hysterically.

The order was given.

The two hundred M1A2 main battle tanks on the defense line opened fire simultaneously.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The deafening roar of cannons merged into one.

The muzzles spewed out massive fireballs.

Countless depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds trailing fire, along with thousands of large-caliber high-explosive shells fired from the rear positions, rained down on the Clone Legion like a landslide.

The light of the explosions instantly swallowed the one hundred Clone Warriors rushing at the front.

Soil splattered, and black smoke soared into the sky.

The violent shockwave of the explosion even uprooted weeds hundreds of meters away.

"We hit them!" the United States soldiers on the defense line cheered.

In the eyes of ordinary soldiers, even the heaviest tank on Earth with the thickest armor would be blasted into a pile of scrap metal under such dense artillery fire. Let alone individual mecha.

Robert lowered his binoculars, his tense nerves relaxing.

However.

As the smoke from the explosion was slowly blown away by the night wind.

The cheers on the defense line came to an abrupt halt. Everyone felt as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

In the smoke and dust.

The one thousand Clone Warriors wearing Type-Zero Mecha still maintained their neat phalanx, standing in place completely unharmed.

The 120mm depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds hitting the surface of the mecha were simply deflected by a faint purple energy shield and fell into the dirt.

Not even a scratch of paint was scraped off the mecha.

The energy provided by the element zero reactor was enough to withstand the bombardment of conventional kinetic weapons.

The one thousand steel monsters raised their heads, their emotionless gazes locking onto the armored defense line ahead.

Inside the command vehicle.

Chu Feng watched the desperate expressions of the United States soldiers on the holographic screen and lit a cigar.

"Warm-up over." Chu Feng's tone was flat.

"Fire. Leave none alive."

On the wilderness.

The one thousand Clone Warriors simultaneously raised the rugged-looking Type-Zero Electromagnetic Rifles in their hands.

Blinding purple electromagnetic light lit up on both sides of the barrels.

There was no deafening sound of gunfire.

Only one thousand piercing sounds of air being torn apart rang out simultaneously.

"Sss-sss-sss-sss—"

Purple streamers cut through the night sky.

Tungsten steel armor-piercing projectiles moving at Mach 5 instantly crossed the distance of several kilometers.

The 700mm-thick frontal composite armor of the M1A2 main battle tank at the front was like fragile tofu in front of the purple streamers.

The projectiles pierced directly through the tank's frontal armor and drilled into the ammunition compartment.

"Boom!"

The 70-ton main battle tank instantly suffered a violent secondary explosion.

The entire turret was blown into the sky, and the tank crew inside was instantly vaporized by the terrifying high temperature.

It wasn't just one.

In the first volley, the two hundred main battle tanks on the defense line exploded one after another into huge fireballs like lit firecrackers.

The Bradley infantry fighting vehicles nearby suffered an even worse fate, ripped to shreds, vehicle and crew alike, by the electromagnetic projectiles.

The United States infantry hiding behind cover were instantly wiped out by the debris and shockwaves.

The impregnable heavy armored defense line was completely torn apart in one second!