Chapter 796: Chapter 569: Walk Your Own Path!
Mu Fan didn’t speak further, instead he coldly observed Major Jerome issuing orders before him.
This steadfast officer didn’t even ask how Mu Fan obtained this information.
Stubborn and resolute, perhaps this expression suits Major Jerome perfectly.
However, within these short ten days, Mu Fan developed a sense of belonging to the 27th Infantry Company; he absolutely would not sit by and watch those comrades he once fought alongside make pointless sacrifices and die!
Mu Fan looked at Sergeant Joe Pate, who had just stepped out and returned. The latter also noticed the gaze from Mu Fan and sensed the subtle atmosphere in the underground cavern.
“New recruit, what’s going on?” Joe’s face was even more dirt-stained now, looking completely like someone unearthed from a soil pile.
“The intelligence is fake! The 149th Division’s troops won’t be coming to support us at all.”
Mu Fan said decisively.
“Hmph, a logistics officer from the 149th Division telling me that the support intelligence is fake. So tell me, should I trust the allied division’s information or believe you, an unknown Private!”
Major Jerome looked at Mu Fan with disdain, speaking with a hateful tone.
Joe, seemingly understanding the situation now, looked seriously at Mu Fan: “How can you be so sure?”
Mu Fan gazed at the veteran who once led a team to take over supplies, slowly shook his head, “No comment.”
He must not disclose how Black acquired the information.
After saying this, a flash of disappointment crossed Joe’s eyes, but in Mu Fan’s gaze, he saw only a cold determination, and not the fear of avoiding death.
Jerome’s fists clenched so tightly they creaked, glaring fiercely at Mu Fan, yet in the end, he restrained his impulse to get angry.
Joe subtly shook his head, regaining the resolute look unique to a veteran, and turned his gaze toward his major.
“Major, give me the mecha activation keys.”
Jerome glared once more at Mu Fan, then took out four activation keys from his pocket and tossed them to Joe Pate.
“One for myself, one each for you, Joyce, Teresa, and Como. I’ll reorganize the remaining personnel into five groups, distribute all the exoskeleton armor, and evenly allocate all the battery packs, ensuring each has a three-day marching ration.”
“Starting tomorrow, both sides will officially transition into mountain warfare; we must exploit the mecha’s mobility to shake the Imperial army’s core firepower! Hold them off for 48 hours! That’s the victory!”
“Yes, Major!”
Joe accepted the four mecha activation keys, answering resolutely.
Creak, creak…
Hearing the distinct sound of fists clenching, both men looked at Mu Fan.
Mu Fan bit his teeth, his fierce gaze unwavering, spoke word by word: “I need a mecha!”
“Mecha?”
Jerome raised an eyebrow, then sneered, “Impossible! It’s not only the mecha; even the exoskeleton armor won’t be allocated to you. In this urgent period, I won’t do anything to you now, but when the 149th Division’s reinforcements arrive, I’ll hand you over to them.”
Then, squinting his eyes, he pointed a finger repeatedly in the air before Mu Fan, “During this period, you are free to escape if you want, I won’t do anything to you then either! But after the fight, I’ll send you to a military tribunal.”
The Major’s cold warning echoed beside Mu Fan’s ears.
After speaking, Mu Fan stood there locked in a gaze with Jerome, both eyes equally cold, both equally fearless.
“I will not escape.”
Mu Fan replied calmly, then turned and left.
Major Jerome was no longer open to listening to any opinion, and Mu Fan wouldn’t squander his words in vain.
He wasn’t a savior, to argue for the lives of these people.
Yet Mu Fan had also come to know trustworthy comrades like Bob and Bench during these days.
He couldn’t tolerate these familiar faces being led into death by a leader obstinately clinging to his own way, and couldn’t forgive…
The sinister scheme of the man behind the curtain from achieving its aim.
Especially since all of this began with his arrival.
Money… is it more important than life?
Mu Fan’s indifferent eyes brimmed with a chilling murderous intent!
This test on the Flying Dragon indeed made him realize that humanity has never been a race lacking conflict. The truly sinister opposition perhaps resides within the external display of justice; once the facade of civilization is torn away, all that remains is bare desire.
And those so-called heroes might simply be pawns manipulated by the conspirators behind the scenes.
Mu Fan stepped out of the cave; he had no interest in hearing where Jerome would station him. Considering the current number of remaining soldiers in the 27th Infantry Company, holding on for two days was pure fiction!
If the normal path wouldn’t work, then he would walk his own path.
Though he admired those truly iron-blooded soldiers, he never saw himself as a loyal Federation soldier. His belief was never in the Federation’s propaganda of loyalty to the country and sacrificing for it.
He was no one, just a lone wolf roaming the interstellar.
Raised in the wilderness, Mu Fan truly adhered to the law of the jungle.
He trusted his own heart, had his own beliefs and will.
Amidst shadows on the road ahead, he believed in his own fist, believed in the Saber in his hand, believed in Shura, believed in Black, believed in the dormant Shadow Fleet…
Under the iron will driven by mighty power.
Wherever his gaze fell, all conspiracies, all barriers—
Broke with one punch, flattened everything!
…
In the already sparse group of guards, no one noticed Mu Fan who had just walked out from the cave.
Major Jerome’s words gave them hope for survival; they needed to endure 48 more hours under adverse conditions.
With such a vast Fire Hills region, and having mechas, the opponent’s firepower was forcibly reduced by the terrain.
Could it be, under the leadership of mechas, they would face annihilation?
Coldly watching the busy soldiers, knowing that in the next two days, a large number of people would die. Yet Mu Fan’s emotions were unmoved, as he walked directly towards the enormous cave, where deep inside, lay the weathered mecha he once saw.
If the decision was to save oneself, then he would walk his own path.
Silently, Mu Fan slipped into the shadows of the cave, unnoticed, or even if someone noticed, nobody cared.
The mecha activation keys were in the hands of the highest officer, Major Jerome, the others facing only piles of cold steel.
Moreover, for these soldiers stationed on the border for long periods, they would rather utilize and trust the exoskeleton armor. The comprehensive body enhancements delivering mobility and robust strength were their guarantee to survive in the intricate maze-like hills.
The mecha’s massive size seemed like no advantage here.
Mu Fan didn’t know what the soldiers thought, but even if he did, he might just chuckle lightly.
Because in the condition where neither side possessed the ability to effectively counter mechas.
In this ground force confrontation, mechas remain undoubtedly the mainstay strength.
To seize a sliver of chance in a desperate situation, he could only choose, and had to choose, mechas!
And what he needed to do now was make contact with this terrestrial beast.
In the darkness, the metal watch on his wrist flashed with cold light.