Chapter 151: The Mecha Battalion

The burly, bearded legion commander led over seven hundred troops, accompanied by seven tanks and eight armored infantry vehicles, advancing with formidable momentum toward Godo City. Since receiving the orders, he had sensed the operation's suddenness—mobilizing more than two thousand soldiers from neighboring cities for the rapid recapture of Godo City. Having waged war for over a decade, he naturally harbored concerns about unforeseen contingencies.

When his gaze fell upon the approaching armed helicopters, unease gnawed at him. If these aerial units unleashed a volley of missiles from their vantage point, his armored vehicles would scarcely survive the onslaught.

Grabbing the communicator atop the driver's console, the bearded commander bellowed, "Battle stations! Rear tanks, take down those helicopters!"

Yet, no sooner had he issued the command than the helicopters halted abruptly, suspending themselves midair and deploying figures one by one.

Puzzled, the commander raised his binoculars and focused intently. Descending from the helicopters were a cadre of strange entities—resembling a dozen or so mechanical warriors. As he zoomed in, the fading dust revealed these silhouettes were soldiers clad in mechanized armor. He froze, astonished.

Though familiar with the design schematics of such mechas, this was his first encounter with actual mech warriors.

Just as he prepared to order a counterattack, the mech battalion unleashed a barrage of missiles trailing white smoke, surging like a storm toward his armored column.

These missiles, modest in size—slightly larger than a grenade, akin to small beer bottles—were launched from the backs of the mech warriors, targeting the commander's armored forces.

A foreboding premonition seized the commander as he surveyed the countless mini-missiles through his binoculars. Clearly, these were experimental weapons developed by the Brom Company and Victoria Corporation, not yet adopted by the Alliance army—likely prototypes intended to counter rivals like the Sam and Hilton Companies.

Within seconds, the missiles blanketed the armored battalion with unerring precision, not a random carpet bombing, but a calculated strike—each tank and armored vehicle struck by three or four missiles.

Explosions erupted in a relentless chain.

The armored infantry vehicle housing the commander had its tracks shattered. Through the communicator, he roared, "Disembark and retaliate! Ready the rocket launchers—eliminate them!"

The rear doors swung open in succession, disgorging hundreds of Alliance soldiers, all locking sights on the advancing mech warriors.

A ferocious fusillade erupted—the uniform crack of Alliance rifles punctuated by the staccato rattle of heavy machine guns—bullets poured forth like a violent tempest aimed at the mech warriors.

Yet, the rounds merely sparked off the mech armor, leaving them unscathed...

After kicking an Alliance soldier aside, Xiao Feng's wristwatch screen suddenly lit up, revealing the smiling visage of Hebrew. "Xiao Feng, how goes the battle?"

Xiao Feng chuckled, "The fight's heating up. What's up, Uncle Hebrew?"

Still smiling, Hebrew drew on his cigar. "I want to show you something..." He swiveled the video feed to a large screen behind him. There, the battle between the mech warriors and the bearded commander's armored infantry unfolded—a dozen mech soldiers wielding massive automatic rifles, firing with disciplined precision at the Alliance troops.

Hebrew's voice echoed, "I can't let you shoulder the entire fight alone. This is my gift to you. How's my mech battalion's combat prowess? Heh, the Alliance legion to the northeast? No need to worry!"

Xiao Feng recognized it immediately—the most formidable armored infantry battalion—now utterly besieged by these mech warriors. He grinned, "These armored infantry are tough nuts. I was planning to chew through them last, but if you can handle them, I owe you big time!"

"No need for thanks. Let's have a drink sometime."

"Heh, only a big shot like you would think about drinking in times like these. Alright, I'll drop by when I can. For now, my priority is dealing with this Alliance force."

"Don't worry, they're mere small fry. Handling them is a breeze. Enjoy the war." With a farewell gesture, Hebrew ended the call.

No sooner had Xiao Feng lowered his gaze from the watch screen than a bullet tore into his chest, sharp agony forcing a grunt. Before him stood an Alliance sergeant, pistol drawn.

Furious, Xiao Feng snarled, "Damn it, my new combat suit's ruined again..." Grasping his alloy combat knife, he lunged forward with blistering speed, slashing through the sergeant and then another soldier.

Yet, the sergeant's lean frame split in two, collapsing grotesquely, blood and entrails spilling forth in a gruesome torrent.

The brutal close-quarters skirmish ended swiftly with the arrival of Xiao Feng and Rush, their fierce onslaught aided significantly by Xiaobai's frenzied biting.

Panting, Xiao Feng wiped blood from his face. "Only one legion left. Hope the brothers in Godo City can hold out!"

His concern now focused on the last Alliance force approaching the southeastern defense line—a tank-heavy unit second only to the bearded commander's armored battalion. Positioned two kilometers from Godo City, these tanks formed a menacing line, eyes locked on the city.

Meanwhile, within Godo City, the corpulent Brada stood arrogantly atop the wall, gazing at the distant tank formation two thousand meters away. Smiling, he lifted his communicator and barked, "Open fire..."