125: Chapter 125 Shi Haidong, You Don't Have a Mother

At the peak of a deep mountain thirty kilometers away, a covert special operations team completed a silent strike.

An invisible, high-intensity electromagnetic storm instantly blanketed the entire thirty-kilometer battlefield, precisely destroying every piece of electronic equipment on it.

Inside the National Revolutionary Army frontline command post, the operating radio equipment simultaneously sputtered with electric sparks, all communication frequencies were cut off directly, and the command post lost contact completely.

The officers looked at the suddenly ruined equipment with blank faces; no one knew what had happened.

There was no artillery warning, no enemy aerial reconnaissance, no enemy charge; the perfectly functional radios just broke down out of nowhere.

The entire frontline instantly became blind and deaf, with all internal and external communication completely severed, and the rear was entirely unaware of what kind of bizarre attack the frontline had encountered.

The ordinary soldiers outside the trenches were even more oblivious, continuing to rest and wait for orders as usual; the surface of the battlefield remained so calm that not a hint of abnormality could be seen.

The only anomaly appeared on the Robot Chief of Staff, the humanoid robot that had been standing guard and responsible for ground battlefield observation in front of the National Revolutionary Army trenches.

The electromagnetic pulse penetrated the mecha's outer shell, instantly frying all internal motherboards, chips, and control circuits.

The robot, which had been standing steadily and scanning the battlefield normally, suddenly shuddered all over, its body trembling slightly.

The blue indicator light on its face, which had been glowing steadily, flickered erratically before extinguishing completely the next second, replaced by a rapidly flashing, glaring red fault warning light.

This scene instantly stunned all the surrounding National Revolutionary Army soldiers.

Everyone was familiar with this Immortal Puppet that followed Mo Yufei; since the war began, it had never malfunctioned, always steadily performing reconnaissance, early warning, and battlefield scanning.

With the sudden movement, the trembling body, and the erratic lights, everyone looked at each other, completely unaware of what had gone wrong.

Before the soldiers could react, the alloy armor on the robot's chest unlocked and flipped open with a "click."

Amidst the shocked gazes of everyone, a blinding crimson flare shot out from the robot's chest, accompanied by a low, humming sound, cutting through the air and plummeting straight towards the distant Japanese Army positions.

The soldiers were dumbfounded on the spot.

No one understood mechanical failure, nor did anyone know this was the mecha self-destructing to avoid damage; everyone subconsciously assumed this was a special attack method unleashed by the Immortal Puppet, a hidden, powerful trump card specifically for long-range strikes against the Japanese Army positions.

For a moment, everyone held their breath and stared fixedly at the enemy direction, filled with shock.

On the other side, the Japanese Army frontline positions instantly descended into massive chaos.

The Japanese Army command post also had all its radio equipment burned out, communication was completely paralyzed, and the officers were equally confused, having no idea about the battlefield situation.

Ordinary Japanese Army soldiers were huddled in the trenches resting when they suddenly heard a dull, air-piercing hum from above.

Looking up, they saw a diamond-shaped, glowing object, entirely crimson and flickering, plummeting at high speed toward the center of their own position.

No one had ever seen such a thing; it wasn't a shell, it wasn't a grenade, it had no casing, and it was glowing red and scorching hot, appearing extremely bizarre.

The position instantly erupted into chaos; soldiers screamed and dodged, scrambling to cover their heads and lie down, retreating frantically, everyone thinking it was a super special bomb from the National Revolutionary Army that would flatten the position in the next second.

But after the red light landed, there was no massive explosion for a long time.

The energy core sat quietly embedded in the soil, its surface red light flickering on and off; every blink carried a suppressed energy vibration, and the surrounding air was baked into a slight distortion by the high heat, filling the scene with terror, yet it simply wouldn't explode.

A group of Japanese Army soldiers lay in the distance, afraid to run or approach, their hearts filled with anxiety, the entire scene tense to the extreme.

After a few seconds of panicked standoff, a low-ranking Japanese Army soldier in the position, who was very bold and wanted to seize credit, saw that the glowing object had shown no signs of exploding, and harbored a stroke of luck.

He thought this was most likely discarded equipment from the enemy that had fallen due to a malfunction and had no lethality, and that by picking it up, he might even be rewarded or promoted.

Ignoring the pulling and blocking of his companions, he crouched low and, emboldened, inched closer to the glowing core, intending to reach out and pick it up to inspect it.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the core!

The energy, suppressed to its limit inside, completely broke through the critical point.

There was no roaring explosion, no sky-filling flames, only a mass of extremely pure, all-consuming pale white light that suddenly burst open.

The approaching Japanese Army soldier couldn't even let out a scream; his body was instantly erased by the white light, dissolving into specks of light on the spot.

With the impact point as the center, the entire Japanese Army frontline trench, bunkers, firearms, and stationed soldiers were all instantly vaporized and reduced to nothing in the white light.

In a mere instant, more than half of the Japanese Army frontline position was cleared out.

The surviving Japanese Army soldiers in the rear witnessed this terrifying scene, their courage completely shattered, and they fled frantically while screaming, their faces filled with extreme fear.

No one could imagine that the seemingly quiet glowing object from earlier possessed such world-ending power.

The soldiers in the National Revolutionary Army trenches, seeing it from afar across the battlefield, all had their pupils constrict, completely stunned.

Everyone became even more convinced that the red light from earlier was a Divine Ability attack from the Immortal Puppet, secretly marveling at the power of this mecha, which could flatten a Japanese Army position in one blow.

But before everyone's exclamation could even settle, the outcome suddenly reversed.

Having released its energy core, the Robot Chief of Staff completely lost all power support.

Its internal chips were destroyed, circuits collapsed, and the System completely crashed; the red light ejection from earlier was its final mechanical self-preservation program.

The next second, the tall, humanoid mecha body stiffened, swayed straightly twice, then collapsed heavily into the trench soil, becoming completely motionless—a cold, dead shell of scrap metal.

The powerful mecha that seemed to possess a Divine Ability and had heavily damaged the enemy a second ago had now collapsed and been ruined the next.

The huge contrast left all the National Revolutionary Army soldiers instantly silent and bewildered, completely unable to understand what had actually happened.

Mo Yufei looked at the charred Chief of Staff, then raised his hand to look at his own communications bracelet, which was scorching hot, black-screened, and smoking.

The bracelet chip was fried, the Chief of Staff was ruined, and all radio equipment on both sides was collectively paralyzed—a silent, full-area strike.

"Electromagnetic bomb!"

Realizing everything, a towering rage instantly ignited in Mo Yufei's chest, and he gritted his teeth and growled.

"Commander Shi Haidong! *****! You really have no mother! Pulling such underhanded tricks behind my back!"

He looked at the smoking, dilapidated Japanese Army positions in the distance, calculating quickly in his mind.

What exploded earlier was the robot's energy core; it had been emergency-ejected by the mecha to avoid self-destructing in place and harming friendly forces, and it just happened to land and detonate in the enemy position.

He planned to go over and collect the life energy dissipated by the explosion, open the Secret Realm channel as soon as possible, send the ruined Robot Chief of Staff back, and have A-Piao and A-Fu try to repair it as quickly as possible.

Mo Yufei raised his hand to open the Secret Realm space, took the opportunity to stow away the collapsed mecha, and looked at the Robot Chief of Staff lying quietly in the space, filled with regret.

"The entire unit is charred like this; the hardware is completely ruined.

The Secret Realm doesn't lack energy, so I can reconfigure the energy core, but its fried main control System chip will be very difficult to repair. I don't know if A-Piao and A-Fu can save it."

With anger and regret intertwined, Mo Yufei looked into the distance, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent.

Wrecking his mecha, cutting off his reconnaissance support, and stabbing him in the back—Commander Shi Haidong's methods were extremely despicable.

He firmly kept this account in his heart, secretly vowing that if he survived this wave, he would definitely tear Commander Shi Haidong to shreds at any cost.

But just as his murderous intent arose, a flash of extremely rapid flame suddenly lit up in the sky.

Its speed crushed all previous strikes, tearing through the air and locking straight onto his position.

The ultimate weapon had arrived.

A blinding, pure white light of annihilation instantly burst open, swallowing the National Revolutionary Army trenches, the remaining Japanese Army positions, and the entire mountain battlefield.

The world turned white, and all things were reduced to zero.

Mo Yufei's vision was completely covered by the annihilating white light; he only had time to squeeze out half a sentence of furious cursing.

"Damn it, your moth..."