"Threatening a man who is not afraid of death with death is the most meaningless thing."
Mu Fan looked calmly at Falcon.
"I like that statement," said the tank-like giant beside Mu Fan, laughing heartily.
"Kid, I hope you can always keep moving forward on your future path." Falcon looked at Mu Fan, nodding approvingly.
That's how a man should behave!
"Next, we will head to the Federation's border. There, Federation warriors are fighting the enemy on hundreds of planets. This is a war that must be fought over resources, and your destination — Epsilon E73 Planet, is 21 light-years from Blue Capital Star."
"You belong to the Federation's Fourth Army Group, under the 149th Division, 262nd Infantry Regiment, with the rank of Private. This battle's foe is the Federation's old rival, the Frontier Army of the Gardot Empire. The main combat will be ground warfare. Chaotic electromagnetic flows in the aerial zone of the battlefield seriously affect the takeoff of aircraft, so we will deploy you to a base on the other side."
"From the moment you land, you will be a common army soldier, and all your actions will be controlled by the ground forces."
"That is the content of your third assessment. If you have any questions, you can ask them now."
Mu Fan ruminated over the strange name of the planet, "Epsilon E73", and after hearing Falcon's words, he looked up and then shook his head.
"No questions."
"Good, Flying Dragon will begin transitioning in 47 minutes, and we should arrive at the destination in about 26 hours. During this time, it would be best for you to make some psychological adjustments. You may carry your tactical backpack with your personal items."
Falcon made no further comment and directly announced the conclusion of this pre-war meeting.
Members of the Flying Dragon all walked towards the lower bridge, and the tank, who had a special relationship with Mu Fan, bumped him with his bulky arm and said in a low voice, "Many unforeseen situations arise in war, and the enemies aren't just from the Gardot Empire. Surviving is the real victory, be careful."
Mu Fan looked up at the robust figure of the tank, gave a hum of acknowledgement, and took to heart the deeper meaning within the straightforward words of his seemingly naive companion.
At that moment, the mature and glamorous T-Rex approached the two, her phoenix eyes showing her concern for Mu Fan.
"Mu Fan, Tank has already said what I wanted to say. This world might not be as beautiful as we see it. Don't disappoint your teacher and me, you must come back alive."
"I definitely will, thank you, Dragon Aunt."
Mu Fan spoke earnestly.
Long-distance space transitioning is definitely a tremendous strain on the body.
Covering a distance of 21 light-years in 26 hours is impossible for ordinary aircraft; however, the ship beneath Mu Fan's feet is indeed the Federation's top-secret vessel — the Flying Dragon!
Following Falcon's orders, everyone entered the hibernation pods, and then the giant warship transformed, sporting a pure red paint job. Sixteen groups of massive phase engines let out roaring blue light, turning into a streak of light flying toward the deep space of the universe.
...
Epsilon E73 Planet, discovered three years ago, is a rust-like pale red planet with astonishing rare earth output and containing various core military industrial metals.
Because it is located in the public Star Sea, it has been eyed by both the Galaxy Federation and the Gardot Empire since its discovery. The two already fiercely contesting powers fought fiercely over the ownership of the planet.
On this planet, thousands of soldiers die every day.
Due to the planet's special climatic conditions, terrifying electromagnetic flows in the high atmosphere have immeasurable destructive effects on warplanes and mech suits. Unfortunately, these flows exist only over mining areas.
The thick natural electromagnetic isolation layer blocks signals and sight, forcing what was originally fleet warfare to evolve into ground assault warfare.
Both superpowers have, over two years, deployed millions of troops, ultimately establishing bases at both ends of the planet. The struggle for mineral resources evolved further into a prolonged war of attrition.
Due to the overextended battle lines within the public Galaxy, both sides had ultimately abandoned the idea of concentrating their forces on this meat grinder planet.
At this moment, what both sides needed was a strategic victory, so the current military presence on Epsilon E73 planet was at most one fiftieth of that during the first battle.
For the two major forces whose attention was all focused on the new war zones, restraining the enemy on the old war zone planets meant victory.
In the makeshift base of the 149th Division in the Tushan region of Epsilon, Colonel Quinton had just put down his military Sky Communication device and roared angrily, "These brainless higher-ups in the Military Department have ignored my requests for reinforcements for two months and have sent me a rookie to trial out military tasks instead!"
"What do they take my place for? A kindergarten, a shelter, or a recycling center?"
"And to report here in an hour, as if the 149th Division of my fourth Army Group is so cheap! Does a private of an infantry platoon need to report to me?"
"Major Veblen, come here!"
A tall and robust white Major hurried over from the side and stood to attention, saluting.
"Continue sending out messages for reinforcements, regarding ammunition and food supplies, and recently weapons from the Gardot Empire have begun showing features adapted to the terrain; have those idiots at the military factory hurry up and research it! And the rookie who comes to report later, send him to the frontlines, let him go wherever it's tough."
The Major named Veblen hesitated, "What if he dies?"
Colonel Quinton's eyes flashed fiercely, "Haven't we had enough deaths already!? Is he not supposed to die or what? Since the Military Department is so damn powerful, they've sent just one person over, then let him out. If he really dies, just tell the Military Department to send me more men and equipment, I don't give a damn who he is!"
"Yes, Commander!"
With a salute, the white Major hurried out.
After Veblen had left, a fierce light flashed again in Quinton's eyes.
He, Quinton Quiller, had been firmly holding his family's position here for over half a year; although people died every day, outsiders had no idea how lucrative it was.
He was just preparing to purge some of the lower-ranking die-hard officers, but he hadn't expected someone from the higher Military District to come at such a crucial time.
This was something he, Quinton, absolutely could not tolerate.
There were a total of 12 divisions in the Federation on Planet E73, and his troops' controlled area could at most rank fifth, which was the result of efforts by the previous two division chiefs.
Quinton longed for greater power, more money, and richer military achievements, all of which he had to snatch not only from the enemy but also from his own people.
Obviously, the latter was easier.
A private coming at such a time?
Ridiculous, meant to fool those lower-level single-celled organisms?
Quinton's face fluctuating, he looked towards the camp's far-off grayish sky.
...
Mu Fan was riding in a single-soldier flying device set with a route, coming from the other side of the planet, and from the moment he detached from the Flying Dragon mothership, Black had started speaking.
The electromagnetic signals on this planet were extremely disordered, and there were several chaotic electromagnetic flow areas covering over a million square kilometers; as Black tried to counter-hack through the flying device's communication channels, it found that the network here was basically in a state of collapse.
It seemed that those scattered bases were mostly set up to avoid these electromagnetic chaotic flows.
In Black's words, this harsh natural environment was bad news for both it and Mu Fan.