"Give us 30 minutes, and we’ll swap in Scorched Earth chanized Soldiers and heavy artillery to support you. The location is right here," 9119 finished, and then all the Rebel Army chas soared into the sky.
They also needed to return to their own base and call in more allies.
"Let’s go, 5332. We need to get back to the armory quickly. Where have you been all these years? Why was that world invaded by the swarms? Co on, explain while we walk," the Imperial cha seed more anxious than 5332.
Thus, the two sides ceased fighting and began to unite.
Whether it was the Imperial Army or the Rebel Army, the armory instantly went into full operation.
Heavy units and artillery were being rapidly produced, like dumplings, and this ti they were even more powerful and intense.
At this mont, inside the Rebel Army’s base, all units began a large-scale mobilization.
They did not need complicated communication or motivation. The units on site only needed to transmit what they saw to others, and in an instant, all units were in motion.
Even though the Fearless War had ended, resulting in many heavy units being abandoned and recycled, they could still muster quantities in the billions.
The entire Rebel Army began switching to heavy units, just like a thousand years ago, strapping on the heavy Scorched Earth Flathrowers and equipping the nuclear-powered Explosive Bullet Guns.
It felt as if they had returned to the past, back to those hills covered in scorched earth and lting glass.
"9119, we could actually take this opportunity to destroy the Imperial Army’s main force all at once while they’re gathered on that plain," suggested a cha to 9119 during its preparations.
remained silent.
It knew this was indeed the best opportunity. The full force of the Imperial Army was gathered on that plain, all loaded with Scorched Earth Flathrowers, making the area a terrifying powder keg.
Just a single Hellfire Missile could cause a chain reaction of explosions by triggering several Scorched Earth Fire Extinguishers, wiping out their main force in an instant.
But...
"187954, aren’t you going to kill the bugs?" 9119 replied.
"I am," the cha who proposed the cunning plan did not refuse. It only said, "I’m just reminding you they might do the sa."
"I trust 5332, just like it once trusted ," the cha thought nothing more.
It joined the others in the heavy artillery depot, looking at the armored units that had accompanied it through over ten thousand battles on Colonization Star 3.
This unit was covered in the marks of swarm claws and corrosive liquid, rough patches revealing old, scrappy repairs.
Yet, it was precisely this battle-worn unit that bore the scars of a millennium of warfare on that colonized star.
After collecting dust in the depot for so long, it finally picked up the heavy unit once more. 9119 seed to smile, as it touched the 40-ter-tall, 80,000-ton Scorched Earth chanized Soldier, every scar telling of its past glory.
"Old friend, I’m back," 9119 said to the Scorched Earth chanized Soldier.
Then it silently stood beneath the chanized soldier.
In the next mont, the massive chanized soldier closed over 9119’s more than 10-ter-tall body.
Every joint was perfectly aligned, even after collecting dust for so many years, when this Scorched Earth chanized Soldier belonging to it finally rged.
As the nuclear reactor in the Scorched Earth chanized Soldier’s chest began to spin, its entire power restarted, the turbines whirred like mad, and the nuclear reactor roared with a piercing and terrifying growl.
The nostalgia seed to awaken it, as if it had traveled back a thousand years in an instant.
Like back in the old days!
At this mont, this cha seed to understand the essence of the Imperial culture’s nostalgic literature of "dreaming of youth".
With the soul link complete, this veteran Fearless cha-Scorched Earth chanized Soldier model stood on the earth once more!
This veteran, as if returning to its youth, rembered the thousand-year-old scene where it once sat with 5332 atop the charred remnants of the swarm, envisioning a beautiful future.
"Fearless cha ATP9119, joining the battle!"
...
Scorched Earth chanized Soldiers began descending onto the plain, each ard with Scorched Earth Flathrowers and Explosive Bullet Guns, chas over 40 ters tall seemingly ard to the teeth.
Despite their broad footprints, their balance was precise at tens of thousands of tons, and with each move, the ground dented beneath their weight.
In just half an hour, thousands of heavy chas gathered here; so were from the Rebel Army, others from the Imperial Army, but at this mont, they were back-to-back, rather than at each other’s throats, like in the Fearless War a millennium ago.
It’s not that they couldn’t send more people, but with just half an hour, they could only find nearby armories.
Further away, others were still changing units or hadn’t finished arming them.
However, ti waits for no one.
At this ti, 5332’s new unit, gleaming as if factory fresh, stood in contrast to 9119’s battle-worn, scarred machine.
The steel plates glead fresh, as if the just-applied paint still emitted a strong sll, and the blue-light-emitting nuclear-powered turbines rotated rapidly with no sound.
"Let’s move first. We can’t wait for many more. I’ll set a fixed Teleportation Gate here to that world. Incoming units can walk directly through," 5332 said.
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