59: Chapter 59: Slaughtering an Armored Brigade! A Million Tons of Strategic Reserves Acquired!

On the wilderness, flames soared into the sky.

After the first volley, the front line of the United States' 3rd Armored Brigade had turned into a burning graveyard of scrap metal.

Over two hundred heavy tanks and armored vehicles were instantly vaporized or destroyed by ammunition explosions.

The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke mixed with the scent of roasted meat, drifting away with the night breeze.

The United States infantry behind the front line were completely terrified.

"Monsters! The armored firepower is completely useless!"

"Call for air support! Hurry, call for air support!"

Several soldiers hid behind sandbags, shouldered Javelin anti-tank missiles, locked onto the approaching black Type-Zero Mecha, and pulled the triggers.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Over a dozen missiles, trailing white smoke, soared into the air and smashed precisely into the formation of the Clone Legion.

Violent explosions rang out, and flames engulfed several of the mechas.

Before the soldiers could even catch their breath, several tall, black figures stepped directly out of the smoke and fire.

The metal jets from the Javelin missiles struck the purple energy shields on the surface of the Type-Zero Mecha without even causing a ripple.

"Anti-tank missiles are ineffective! Run!"

The soldiers dropped their weapons and turned to run.

National honor, military duty—all of it became worthless in the face of these steel monsters that they couldn't even damage.

The one thousand Clone Warriors showed no emotional fluctuations.

They marched with heavy, metallic steps, stepping directly over the three-meter-wide anti-tank trench.

The Type-Zero Electromagnetic Rifles in their hands fired continuously.

"Chi! Chi! Chi—"

The purple beams of light, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, mercilessly harvested the escaping lives.

The moment the tungsten steel projectiles penetrated the human bodies, the massive kinetic energy tore them in half.

Severed limbs flew through the air, and blood stained the weeds of the wilderness crimson.

The 3rd Armored Brigade command post.

Major General Robert slumped in his chair, his face as pale as paper.

What came from outside was not the sound of a battle, but the sound of a one-sided slaughter.

His armored division, which he was so proud of, had collapsed entirely without even lasting ten minutes.

"Connect me to The Pentagon! Request a nuclear strike! Immediately!"

Robert roared frantically at the communications soldier.

Before the communications soldier could press the call button,

a blinding purple light instantly pierced through the one-meter-thick reinforced concrete wall of the command post.

A high-temperature jet swept through.

The communications soldier's body evaporated instantly.

Major General Robert didn't even feel pain; his upper body turned into a mist of blood, leaving only his two legs, still wearing military trousers, to collapse powerlessly to the ground.

The command post was completely leveled.

Having lost their command system, the blockade line stretching for dozens of kilometers fell into complete chaos.

Three hundred thousand fully armed United States soldiers, like driven ducks, fled to the rear, abandoning their helmets and armor.

The Clone Legion did not pursue them.

Their goal was very clear: the national strategic reserve warehouse behind the defensive line.

Ten thousand special bandits wearing skull masks, driving heavy trucks and armored personnel carriers, marched imposingly across the flattened defensive line.

Ten minutes later.

The massive convoy stopped in front of an expansive industrial park.

This was the largest national grain reserve warehouse in California, right next to a heavy steel mill.

The bandits jumped off the trucks and kicked open the doors of the grain warehouse.

Inside were rows of giant, temperature-controlled grain storage tanks dozens of meters high.

The Bandit Commander stepped forward and opened the valve of one of the grain tanks.

Golden, high-quality wheat poured out like a waterfall, piling up on the ground.

Besides the raw grain, the warehouses in the back were stacked full of crates of military-grade compressed biscuits, synthetic canned meat, dehydrated vegetables, and purified water.

In the adjacent steel mill, over a million tons of refined special steel were neatly stacked in an open-air yard.

Inside the command vehicle.

Chu Feng leaned back on the spacious leather sofa, watching the footage transmitted back on the holographic screen.

"Boss, the strategic reserve warehouse has been fully secured," the mother nest ai reported. "Preliminary count: there are five hundred thousand tons of high-quality wheat in the granary, and one hundred thousand tons of various military canned goods and emergency food. The steel mill has one million tons of special steel."

Five hundred thousand tons of grain.

With this batch of supplies, the five million civilian slaves building the city walls in Los Santos wouldn't have to worry about starving to death.

As long as he gave them an extra half-ration of compressed biscuits every day, these consumables could continue working hard.

And the one million tons of steel could be transported directly into the underground arsenal to serve as basic production raw materials, alongside element zero.

This trip out of the city could be considered a complete victory.

"System," Chu Feng issued a command in his mind. "Convert the surplus supplies into Wealth Points. Leave enough for Los Santos to consume."

A prompt sounded in his mind.

[Ding! Massive strategic reserve supplies (grain, steel) detected.]

[Deducting basic shares for city operations... Converting remaining supplies at a high-tier rate.]

[Congratulations, Host, you have obtained 200,000 Wealth Points!]

20,000 points added!

Chu Feng glanced at the system panel.

[Current total Wealth Points: 1,500,000 points!]

Back to a massive fortune of 1.5 million.

With food in hand, an army at his disposal, and a massive fortune in his account.

He had built this city into an impenetrable fortress.

Outside the vehicle, artillery fire filled the sky, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Inside the vehicle, it was a completely different scene.

The air conditioning in the luxury command vehicle blew cold air, dispelling the heat of the wilderness.

"Master, it's so noisy outside."

She spoke with a trembling voice, her watery eyes looking at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng took a sip of red wine, watching the army of bandits loading supplies on the screen, his tone indifferent.

"Pass down the order."

"Load all the grain and steel onto the trucks and transport them back to Los Santos."

"Tell the Clone Legion on the front line to stand guard in place. If the United States army dares to turn back, kill them all without mercy."

"Yes, Boss."

Several hours later.

The convoy, fully loaded with over a million tons of supplies, marched imposingly back to Los Santos.

The plasma shield closed once again.

Los Santos became an isolated and solid fortress once more.

The convoy drove into the city.

On both sides of the street, the civilian slaves resting on the ground watched as heavy trucks loaded with wheat and canned goods drove by one after another.

A burst of fanaticism erupted in the hungry eyes of the millions of people.

There's food!

For them now, as long as they could survive, dignity and freedom were worth absolutely nothing.

The convoy drove directly to the Global Financial Center.

Chu Feng stepped off the command vehicle.

He returned to the presidential suite on the top floor.

Chu Feng took off his tactical trench coat and threw it onto the sofa.

"Logistics and supplies are resolved," Chu Feng said, looking at Anna. "Starting tomorrow, give the slaves outside an extra half-ration of compressed biscuits and a bottle of water every day. Tell them to double the speed of building the explosion-proof walls."

Anna looked up, her eyes filled with awe.

"As you command, Master." She straightened her back, the buttons of her flight attendant uniform stretched tight, ready to pop off at any moment.