Ten thousand I am across the heavens

On the tense front lines, the number of enemy troops breaking through the defenses is increasing. Seventy corps have been forced into close combat with the enemy on the front lines, and the 70st Division has been fighting the enemy at high intensity for over 10 consecutive hours.

The entire division was exhausted. But they knew they absolutely could not retreat now. This was the best opportunity to wear down the enemy's manpower before the defensive line broke.

Lan Jiyuan led his company in continuous battles across multiple battlefields. Now, of the more than 100 men in the company, only more than 50 remain. Although a considerable number of the wounded have been successfully evacuated to the rear for treatment, the casualty ratio still weighs heavily on the hearts of every soldier.

But they remained resolute, and their next mission was to intercept an enemy warship that was about to cross the border.

Their mission was to stop the warship from crossing the border at all costs, because the direction it was heading was a crucial defensive hub. If it broke through here, a huge gap would appear in the long-range energy transmission coverage area of ​​the Dao Yuan reactor.

This will affect tens of thousands of comrades, forcing them to fight against the enemy's fresh troops without rear support.

They, along with hundreds of other soldiers, must do everything in their power to intercept this seemingly indestructible warship.

Amidst the fierce gunfire, Lan Jiyuan led his troops to establish defensive firing positions on the ice. Each legion soldier used limited materials to build heavy railguns on the ice. With the continuous flow of energy from the rear, they gathered one high-speed kinetic energy bullet after another, raining down on the enemy.

This is before the enemy breaks through the blockade. The most effective attack method, kinetic energy strikes, can slow down the warships. If high-frequency, high-intensity kinetic energy strikes can be continuously released, with the output power exceeding the warships' propulsion power, the enemy will never be able to reach the border.

But this is only a theoretical scenario. The enemy is already very close to the shore, only a few kilometers away, which means they could break through at any moment. It also means that the warship is no longer a safe haven for them, but rather an aircraft carrier-like structure that can release its soldiers at any time.

With a roar of cannon fire from the warship, which was several kilometers long, one after another, hypersonic, projectile-shaped landing craft were launched. They streaked across the boundary line at hypersonic speeds, and before they could intercept them, they had already crashed into the ice.

Having experienced so much fighting before, Lan Jiyuan was already familiar with the enemy's tactics. He immediately gave the order: "Leave 30 men here to continue firing and halt the enemy warships' advance. The rest of you, come with me and take care of the enemies that are being shot at."

As he spoke, he had already jumped off his weapon platform. The platform would then be taken over by artificial intelligence and his comrades, continuing to deliver kinetic energy strikes to the warship and prevent it from approaching the shore.

He had already changed into his individual mech and, together with his comrades, glided at high speed along the ice surface toward the landing craft that had crashed on the ice.

Next will be a battle between fourth and fifth class warriors. The increase in the legion's power is reflected in their bodies, specifically in the thin layer of light that covers the surface of their mechs.

This is their legion's trump card, somewhat similar to the Third Legion's enhancement of mechanical equipment, continuously keeping their war machines in a state of near-ecstatic euphoria. This is also why, after more than 10 hours of high-intensity combat, their weapons have not suffered any serious malfunctions.

At that moment, their opponents also jumped out of the cannonball-shaped shuttle amidst a series of exhaust sounds.

The moment the hatch opened, a barrage of large-caliber bullets came flying at them. But the person who opened the hatch simply swung their arm, and an invisible shield deflected the bullets.

At this very moment, while Lan Jiyuan was firing probing shots, he had already reached his opponent. The molten-cutting sword in his hand was illuminated, with a hexagonal film covering the blade, instantly raising the temperature of the blade to several thousand degrees. With a dazzling light, he slashed down with the sword.

Sparks flew in an instant. His opponent, who had just been so imposing and seemingly invincible, now found himself facing an ace-like opponent. He raised his arms to block, but the blade instead cut deep into his arms. Fortunately, the blade's defensive and offensive power was extremely strong, having significantly enhanced his body. It only cut into his arm, not severing it, and was thus stopped.

Having suffered a loss, he dared not be careless again. He quickly retreated, recalling his personal equipment from his landing pod. Numerous small drone-like throwing knives converged towards him, forming power armor around his body. Just as they were about to completely envelop him, a long spear gleaming with brilliant light pierced through him. He wasn't facing a single opponent; the time Lan Jiyuan had bought him was enough for his comrades to launch an attack. The dazzling spear easily pierced his still-unprotected body, and then, intensely hot flames instantly incinerated him from the inside out.

The two soldiers exchanged a single glance. They immediately parted ways, speeding off towards their next opponent.

These opponents are most vulnerable when they first land. Taking advantage of this opportunity to catch them off guard is precisely the tactic these soldiers have been executing during this period.

One by one, the landing pods were dealt with, and just when it seemed the crisis was about to pass, one of the landing pods suddenly exploded. As Lan Jiyuan swung his gleaming blade towards the pod, he was blasted away by a powerful force. He and his weapon were sent flying hundreds of meters away.

At the same time, an incomparably terrifying aura also erupted.

That was an aura far beyond that of mortals. Only a true immortal could possess such a powerful presence.

"You've been firing unilaterally for so long. It's time for us to turn the tables. You annoying flies, just shut up right here!"

An unnamed immortal roared, causing the earth within a radius of several kilometers to tremble violently. Then, one after another, massive icebergs erupted from beneath the ice. With pinpoint accuracy, they slammed each warrior into the air.

The terrifying pressure didn't just affect the warriors of the Icebreaker Alliance. Even ordinary soldiers from the East Sea instinctively scattered and fled, running away from the battlefield where some might appear.

Lan Jiyuan was thrown into the air, but he still didn't forget to look back in the direction of the position. Their mission was to suppress the landing warships. As long as the firepower from the rear positions continued, these soldiers responsible for blocking the attack could not retreat. At this moment, on the position, several soldiers wearing mechs pressed their hands to the ground, releasing rings of light that enveloped the ground, forming a solid platform that actually blocked the iceberg that had pierced through beneath their feet. However, the blood seeping from the surface of the mechs made it clear how much pressure they were under to resist this surprise attack.

"Comrades, continue the attack!" In mid-air, Lan Jiyuan ignited his thrusters, drawing an arc in the air. There were no unnecessary words. Even trembling under the terrifying pressure, he still charged towards the enemy without hesitation.

Mortals or immortals, they are all merely enemies. Their only task now is to carry out their mission: to resolutely hold the line.

One by one, the mechs reactivated their thrusters, knowing full well the chasm-like disparity between the two sides, yet still choosing to rush to the battlefield without hesitation.

"Are you all mindless beasts?" The unknown immortal unleashed a furious punch, piercing through a mech right through its chest and tossing it behind him like trash. "Can't you feel the difference between us? Why don't you just obediently get lost instead of lining up to die?"

With a gentle stomp of his foot, the ice beneath his feet transformed into a gigantic hand. He effortlessly seized a mech hurtling towards him at high speed, swatting it down like a fly. Then, a massive ice pillar, as large as an iceberg, materialized and was launched, suppressing oncoming mechs beneath it.

Lan Jiyuan watched as the names of his comrades went out one by one on the communication channel, but he still pressed the speed-up button. He had entered a state of blankness without realizing it.

An icicle the size of an iceberg grazed past him. That near-death experience caused memories to flash through his mind like a revolving lantern.

He was just one of countless orphans in the Icebreaker Alliance who chose the surname Lan. His childhood was marked by brutal battles among the Golden Families, and his memories of wandering and displacement seemed blurred. The memories he could clearly recall began with a seemingly quite naive underground base warrior.

For many of today's residents of Beiyuan, the details of the battle between the Golden Family and the underground base are probably forgotten. I remember that the Golden Family, in order to secure their own escape route, launched a brutal purge of natural shelters that might be used for wintering.

In his memory, war had engulfed his tribe, and it was that seemingly young warrior who had dug him out of a pile of corpses.

At that time, he thought he had seen an angel who would save him. As he spent each day with the other person, he seemed to see a romantic scene in the future where they would be both teacher and friend, going to the battlefield together.

But the battlefield is the most unpredictable place. Just a few days later, the migrating tribesmen were intercepted by the Golden Family. The young man was ordered to cover the rear and joined the battle without hesitation.

From then on, Lan Jiyuan never saw the boy again. He hoped that the boy had simply forgotten that he hadn't come to visit him, and that he hadn't actually died in the rearguard battle. So, he deceived himself and never inquired about the boy's whereabouts again, but he knew the truth better than anyone else.

After arriving at the underground base, he unknowingly began another ordinary life, and those memories gradually faded. He even began to doubt whether he was simply too cold-hearted by nature.

New faces filled his memories. Some were his teachers, others were the soldiers responsible for protecting them. Those days seemed to be the most peaceful time of his life, studying and going to school, just like countless other children his age.

Until one day, a huge tentacle tore the classroom apart, and his classmates' blood splattered onto his pupils, turning his vision crimson once again.

This time, it was their teacher who stood in front of him. Then came the soldiers protecting them, one after another blocking the surging tentacles. He followed his classmates, bewildered, and quickly evacuated to the safe shelter, just as they had done in countless drills.

One by one, the familiar figures in his memory faded, making him feel as if something was welling up in his eyes, but he couldn't let it out. The surviving teachers told him that they were still children, and their most important task now was to survive. Those dangers were not something they should have faced in the first place; it was the duty of teachers and soldiers to shield them from those dangers.

He had once been comforted by these words, and gradually those familiar yet faded figures seemed to truly fade from his memory. Just like before, he would bury those who had saved him in his memories time and time again, and then tell himself that life had to go on as normal. He still had his own life.

Even now, on the battlefield, with his comrades sacrificing themselves one by one, he doesn't seem as sad as he imagined. He thinks he's just a heartless and ungrateful person, able to take it for granted that others will give their lives for him.

But at this moment, in the instant between life and death, those figures that had faded from memory came alive again. Even those he had only met once seemed incredibly vivid and lifelike.

How could he possibly forget everything that happened in the past? Everyone knows how many people risked their lives to protect his life, so what reason did he have to back down now?

Everything before him seemed unchanged. The only change was that he finally understood the mindset of those who had stood before him without hesitation. The dead cannot impose their will on others, but there are always those who are willing to take their place.

A serene radiance continued to envelop his mecha, carrying him into a desperate charge towards the enemy.

Before him lay a relentless barrage of attacks, seemingly leaving no opening for escape. Death had woven an impenetrable net, enveloping him completely.

But at this moment, he had completely fulfilled the will of the deceased. Under the gentle glow, the spirit of the machine rejoiced!
[To be continued]

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