231: The Last Battle Squad

Time rewinds...

The news of the indigenous creatures' unusual movements reached Mechanical City and Xia Mulin almost immediately.

Setting aside the surveillance of the imperial eye, there was no shortage of people passing news to them.

Although the offensive of the Nine Sects Allied Army was sudden, it was not enough to catch them completely off guard.

A member of the Race with an energy rank of five arrived in a hurry. He looked solemn and whispered a few words into Xia Mulin's ear.

Xia Mulin's expression instantly became stern, and he immediately followed the other person away from the Zhenxiao Combat Squad station.

When he arrived at his destination, he was already in the highest command center of Mechanical City.

In the conference room, members of the Race kept arriving.

Those who could come here were all members of the Race with an energy rank of three or higher, and among them, there were more than a dozen beings with an energy rank of five.

Among these members of the Race, the former were Silver to Bronze Combat Squads, while the latter were the five major Gold Combat Squads under the 71st Fleet and 10th Army Group of the Lapu Galaxy Empire—the famous Shock Combat Squad.

This Shock Combat Squad had members who all reached energy rank five. In the vast Lapu Galaxy Empire, every one of their members could be considered the elite of the elite.

"Good, the captains of the Combat Squads above Bronze level, as well as the commanders of the defense regiments, are all here."

"The imperial eye and secret lines have both received news that the indigenous creatures are about to launch a full-scale general offensive."

"Please report the available combat power of your respective Combat Squads immediately, including auxiliary combat personnel!"

Duan Qihe gave the order, and those Silver and Bronze captains reported the available combat power of their Combat Squads one after another.

Of course, the highest commanders of all defense regiments were also in the meeting.

"Our squad has a total of 32 available combat personnel..."

"Our squad has a total of 29 available combat personnel..."

"Our squad has a total of 35 available combat personnel..."

"Our squad has a total of 17 available combat personnel..."

The reporting process was very rapid, taking almost no time at all.

More than 600 level three (Golden Core Early Stage), 113 level four (Golden Core Late Stage), 17 level five (equivalent to Nascent Soul), and Duan Qihe, whose strength was comparable to level six (half-step Deity Transformation Venerable).

These were all the forces of the Lapu Galaxy Empire.

With a creak, the mechanical door opened, and someone stepped into the conference room.

When Xia Mulin's figure appeared, the expressions of the members of the Race around him varied.

Some eyes showed worship, some showed admiration, and others showed heartfelt emotion, but all of them were convinced by him.

They were not ordinary members of the Race, so naturally, they knew that Xia Mulin was the mysterious [236 Commander-in-Chief].

It was under the careful planning of this young member of the Race that they had managed to hold out on this terrible Alien Battlefield for a full 14 Lapu Days (equivalent to one month in the Canglan Realm).

This was even a disadvantageous situation fought under the condition of being cut off from supplies.

Such a long time had far exceeded the 6 Lapu Days (equivalent to 12 days in the Canglan Realm) that the ecological instrument had projected they could only hold out for.

Moreover, during this process, the number of injured and dead members of the Race was within an acceptable range.

Consequently, Xia Mulin received everyone's respect, as expected.

Duan Qihe smiled slightly and waved at Xia Mulin, asking him to come to the front.

"Now, in the name of the highest Commander-in-Chief of the campaign, I officially authorize second lieutenant Xia Mulin to serve as the temporary highest Deputy Commander-in-Chief."

"Does anyone have any objections?"

After Duan Qihe finished speaking, everyone present expressed their agreement.

After the interlude, everyone looked forward to Xia Mulin, waiting for him to make a plan.

"Good! I will mobilize as follows..."

Time returns to the present, in Mechanical City.

Xia Mulin and Duan Qihe stood on high ground, watching the last organized Combat Squad of the Race sing the Empire's anthem below, then generously go to their deaths.

"This is already the last Combat Squad."

Duan Qihe sighed, a thousand words in his heart converging into this one sentence, "Perhaps, we are all going to be wiped out here."

"Not necessarily." Xia Mulin shook his head, "Until the very last moment, who the winner is remains unknown!"

"What do we do next?"

In the distance, the rumbling sound echoed continuously on the bloody battlefield.

Xia Mulin did not answer his question, but closed his eyes on his own, muttering something in his mouth.

Time passed bit by bit, and the Outer Realm Heavenly Demons, without support and supplies, gradually suffered heavy casualties.

Until they were beaten back to the very last line of defense.

Boom, boom, boom!

A burst of violent Spirit Light cannon fire sounded, and Mechanical City was attacked by the Spirit Boats of the Nine Sects Allied Army. Spirit Light shells exploded on the buildings of Mechanical City.

Those weak, low-level members of the Race who were almost useless could not resist at all and were bombarded to death by the Spirit Light cannons one after another.

After just a few rounds of shelling, Mechanical City was full of wrecks of combat robots, as well as the corpses and blood of the members of the Race, a mess.

The huge air waves and destructive power overturned the surface buildings of Mechanical City, exposing the steel and circuits inside.

"They have already reached the last line of defense. The staff in the command headquarters report that we have suffered 65% damage, and supplies have been consumed to 98%."

As he spoke, Duan Qihe gently raised his hand, and an electromagnetic shield appeared, blocking the few falling Spirit Light shells.

He couldn't help but ask again: "Is our Shock Combat Squad still not moving out?"

This time was the same; his question did not get a reply from Xia Mulin.

Responding to him was still the gradually approaching sounds of slaughter and the booming artillery fire.

Duan Qihe looked at the silent, eyes-closed Xia Mulin, seemingly in doubt, but suddenly, as if realizing something, he let out a bitter laugh.

"Hahahaha."

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is."

"I understand, I understand everything..."

Duan Qihe was relieved. He only then realized that even if Xia Mulin was smart, he was just an ordinary member of the Race, not a god.

It was no wonder; having been a hands-off manager for 14 Lapu Days (one month), he had instinctively relied on the other party to plan.

The conditioned reflex that had formed made him forget the fact that the other party was just a low-energy rank member of the Race.

The reason the other party closed his eyes was probably because he was already at his wit's end.

However, even without turning the tide.

Duan Qihe's evaluation of the latter in his heart was extremely high; the other party had already proven his value.

Whether in military affairs, internal affairs, or strategy, he was first-class.

"second lieutenant Xia Mulin, you are a peerless wise general."

"You being alive is of great benefit to the Empire."

He decided that if it came to the last moment.

He would rather pay a huge price to forcibly pry open the closed Traction Gate and send the other party back to the Empire!

It's just a pity that the tens of thousands of members of the Race who traveled far to the Alien Battlefield are all going to be buried here.

After the melancholy, Duan Qihe's eyes were full of Battle Intent, and he was just about to lead his teammates to fight to the death.

However, right at this moment.

Xia Mulin suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a knife, "Plan, execute!!!"

In an instant, the battle situation suddenly turned around...