From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 549 "Unfair Confrontation"

These airdrop pods did not fall randomly, but were carefully calculated and adjusted, heading straight for the farm area where Lars' family lived.

The tail jets of each airdrop chamber are constantly fine-tuned to ensure that they can reach the target at the fastest speed and shortest route.

In addition, the surface of the warehouse was burned red by the high temperature when passing through the atmosphere, making the airdrop warehouse like a meteorite falling at a high speed, attacking the ground with a breath of destruction.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the shelter became increasingly solemn, with a suffocating sense of oppression filling the air.

Owen tried to comfort Luke and Beru with a calm tone, but his voice could not hide his inner anxiety, and his eyes glanced at the entrance of the shelter from time to time, as if he was worried that an enemy would break in at the next second.

Belle clutched the corner of her apron tightly, her face pale and her eyes full of worry.

Luke couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up suddenly and walked quickly to the ventilation vent of the shelter, trying to look up through the narrow gap to see what was happening outside.

However, all he could see was flying dust and flames in the distance, as if the whole world was shrouded in chaos.

Boom—boom—! !

Suddenly, a deafening and intensive "explosion" sound came from above, and the entire shelter shook violently.

Sand fell from the cracks in the ceiling and sprinkled on Luke's head and shoulders.

Luke was shocked and took a few steps back, almost falling to the ground.

Belle subconsciously grasped Owen's arm tightly, as if she could gain a sense of security from her husband.

Owen's face became even gloomier, his brows were furrowed, and there was a hint of despair in his eyes, because he knew that the explosions meant that the war had completely spread to their homes, and they could no longer stay out of it.

At this moment, the surface of the earth has already fallen into chaos;
! !
"Enemy attack!!"

"Everyone on alert!"

The soldiers of the Galactic Empire were panicked by the sudden "explosion".

They originally thought that the farm gathering area was a relatively safe refuge, but they did not expect the enemy's attack to be so swift and fierce.

More than 500 "elite" Desert Stormtroopers responded quickly. Wearing iconic white armor and armed with various blaster rifles, they quickly occupied the commanding heights of the farm buildings.

More than a thousand Imperial Army soldiers, wearing relatively simple armor and without fully enclosed power suits, relied on the farm buildings as cover and pointed their guns at the periphery of the farm gathering area.

Their faces were filled with tension and fear, but they still tried to maintain their formation and tried to resist the impending attack.

At the same time, the only armored units of the imperial army also began to move.

These TX130 Sabre-class tanks, which are about eight meters long, started slowly. Their magnetic levitation devices or anti-gravity engines made a low hum, allowing these behemoths to move on the sand as if it were flat ground.

The outskirts of the current farm cluster have long been covered by dust, as if a sudden sandstorm had swept across the land.

However, this was not a masterpiece of nature. It was actually a violent impact caused by more than eighty airdrop pods crashing directly into the desert surface with almost no buffer devices activated.

These airdrop pods were embedded deeply in the sand, and the dust they stirred up rolled like huge waves, shrouding the entire area in a dim yellow.

Bang~Bang——!
Immediately afterwards, there were bursts of loud metal collision noises. It was the sound of the airdrop bay's door being blown open by brute force.

The heavy hatch suddenly flipped outward under the push of the mechanical device, hitting the sand with a dull echo.

As the hatch opened, gusts of "cold air" poured out of the cabin, forming a sharp contrast with the heat of the desert.

Due to the obstruction of sand and dust, the Galactic Empire's visual field was greatly limited.

Even the auxiliary observation function equipped in their individual systems could not penetrate the dense sand curtain and accurately lock onto the fast-moving hostile targets in the sand and dust.

It seemed that the enemy had more advanced individual equipment, and under the cover of yellow sand, they could not be specifically locked on.

The soldiers of the Galactic Empire could only vaguely see the blurred outline of the airdrop capsule and the black shadows that appeared and disappeared quickly in the sand and dust, as elusive as ghosts.

At this moment, the battle in low-Earth orbit is still fierce, and even the traces of battleships and fighter planes fighting in space can be vaguely observed.

Dazzling flames burst out from time to time in the blue sky, and the violent explosions of some ships were like nuclear explosions. The light sprinkled onto the ground through the gaps in the sand and dust, adding a touch of strange light and shadow to the chaotic battlefield.

For the imperial troops trapped in the farm gathering area, the wars seemed so far away, but their communications with the outside world had been completely cut off. They could not get any support or instructions, as if they were abandoned in this desolate desert.

An atmosphere of fear quickly spread among the imperial soldiers.

Those dark shadows that could not be captured specifically were approaching their location step by step.

Every noise in the dust made the soldiers' hearts beat faster, and they couldn't help but hold their weapons tighter.

Their breathing became rapid, cold sweat oozed from their foreheads, and their eyes were filled with panic and anxiety.

Even the experienced desert stormtroopers could not completely conceal their fear.

The approach of those dark shadows was like the footsteps of death, devouring their courage and hope bit by bit.

The entire farm area seemed to have become an isolated island, isolated on the edge of the world by sandstorms and war.

In this chaos, the imperial soldiers can only rely on their instincts and remaining discipline to try to resist the unknown threat.

But as the shadow approaches, their inner defenses are collapsing bit by bit, and fear has become their biggest enemy.

Boom, boom!

The dull and powerful sound of footsteps came from the dust, like a huge hammer hitting the earth, and instantly reached the ears of the imperial soldiers outside the farm gathering area.

That was the unique sound of magnetic boots stepping on the sand, and every step brought a heavy sense of oppression.

At the same time, the dust stirred up by the airdrop warehouse gradually dissipated, and the originally blurred vision began to become clear.

The imperial soldiers were finally able to see clearly with their naked eyes those dark shadows that had frightened them so much—

A group of Spartans wearing Mjolnir power armor.

Their average height was over two meters, their armor surface gleamed with a cold metallic luster, and their shoulder armor was engraved with strange emblems, as if they were gods from another world.

Their steps were steady and swift. The sand posed no obstacle to them and they all had an unstoppable momentum.

!!!

It should have been a good thing that the dust had cleared and the vision was clear, but seeing these extremely majestic enemies with their own eyes made the imperial soldiers feel even more fearful.

Those Spartans seemed like a direct challenge to their beliefs and courage.

"Fire!!!"

Fortunately, the non-commissioned officers and lieutenants on the Galactic Empire side were not completely frightened. They suppressed their inner fear and shouted orders, trying to boost morale with their shouts.

The soldiers reacted quickly, pointing their guns at the fast-running Spartan warriors and pulling the trigger without hesitation.

Whoosh-whoosh! !

In an instant, countless beams of blasting energy emitting red light spurted out from the muzzles of the imperial soldiers' guns, like dense raindrops, overwhelming the Sparta outside the farm gathering area.

However, the Spartan warriors did not stop.

A faint energy shield appeared on the surface of their power armor, easily deflecting most of the blaster beams.

In addition, the Spartan warriors ran so fast that their figures almost turned into afterimages from the perspective of ordinary people, like dark green lightning streaking across the sand.

This extraordinary speed, coupled with the still "touching" shooting accuracy of the imperial soldiers, made it impossible for their concentrated fire attacks to effectively block the Spartans.

Although the blasting energy beams were dense, most of them fell into empty space.

Seeing this, the TX130 Sabre-class tank responsible for fire output finally couldn't hold back and began to cover the approximate position of the Spartan warriors with fire.

The tank's turret slowly turned, and the muzzle of the heavy parallel blaster cannon flashed dangerously.

Ri~whoosh whoosh——!!

Along with a low hum, several high-powered blaster shells were ejected from the muzzle, making a sharp whistling sound as they cut through the air.

The blaster bomb, with a long tail flame, hit the area where the Spartan warriors were at high speed.

Boom. Boom——!
Deafening explosions rang out one after another, huge deep pits were blown out in the sand, and blazing flames and thick smoke rose into the sky, as if they were going to swallow up the entire desert.

Although this attack still failed to accurately hit any Spartan warrior, the shock wave generated by the explosion completely "opened" the nearby sand, and even produced "crystals" that emitted light, forming a series of hideous cracks.

The impact of the explosion even affected the Spartan warriors who were running wildly.

Their steps paused slightly, and the power armor's stabilization system quickly adjusted to offset the impact of the shock wave.

And at this moment;
"John! The parallel main guns of those tanks can cause fatal damage to you. You must deal with them first!"

Cortana (data copy)'s calm but urgent reminder sounded inside John's helmet.

Hearing this, John's eyes quickly swept across the battlefield and finally locked onto the TX130 Sabre-class tank closest to him.

His helmet screen then automatically assisted in locking onto and magnifying the image of the Sabre-class vehicle based on his line of sight.

A brief summary provided by the Intelligence Department quickly popped up on the left side of the screen, detailing the tank's weapon configuration and weaknesses.

John quickly scanned the information displayed on the screen, and without further reminders from Cortana, he realized that the Sabre-class parallel main guns did have the ability to inflict a fatal blow to their Spartan warriors.

He did not stop, and continued to rush towards the Lars family's farm, while decisively issuing orders on the communication channel:
"Red Team, Black Team, eliminate all enemy heavy vehicles."

"Yes, Chief."

The captains of the red team and the black team responded almost at the same time, their tones filled with absolute obedience to orders - or to John.

Their voices echoed in the communication channel, brief and powerful.

Immediately afterwards, 92 Jerome, 042 Douglas, and 130 Alice of the Red Team took quick action.

Their figures moved across the sand like ghosts, stirring up a cloud of dust with every step.

Jerome was the first to rush towards a Sabre-class tank. He moved quickly, holding a rail rocket launcher in his hand, and the crosshairs in the sight were firmly locked on the target.

Douglas and Alice flanked from both sides, using the terrain and the rising dust as cover, and quickly approached the other tank.

Ri~——咻————! !

The next moment, a bright red laser beam as thick as a tree root burst out from the muzzle of the Spartan laser gun.

boom----! !

The Sabre-class tank that was "attended" by the laser exploded on the spot, blazing flames shot up into the sky, and thick smoke and flames intertwined into a picture of destruction.

The wreckage of the tank was scattered by the impact of the explosion, and the burning fragments fell on the sand, making crackling sounds.

As for the black team, 053 Margaret, 143 Roma, 031 Otto and 101 Victor also took action.

Their tactics are exactly the same as those of the Red Team, precise and efficient.

Margaret uses her sniper ability to provide fire support to her teammates from a distance. Each of her shots is extremely accurate and as ruthless as the gaze of the god of death.

Roma and Otto used the mobility of Thor's hammer to quickly go around the flank of the tank and paralyze the tank's power system with EMP grenades.

Victor was responsible for attracting fire from the front and keeping the tank's fire firmly on himself.

Boom—boom——!
There were several more deafening explosions, and the last Sabre-class tank was reduced to a pile of burning wreckage under the coordinated attack of the Black Team.

The entire battlefield was completely turned around in just a dozen seconds. The Spartan warriors' actions were like a storm, completely destroying the Empire's heavy vehicles, and their coordination was seamless.

Not even the armored units could stop the Spartan advance, and the Desert Stormtroopers and Imperial Army soldiers, a total of 1,500 in number, could not even hold their ground.

Their defense line quickly collapsed under the fierce attack of Sparta, like a paper-made city wall that was vulnerable to a single blow.

after all
Only “you” are allowed to carry out concentrated fire attacks, but “we” are not allowed to launch precise point-fire attacks?

This unfair confrontation was doomed from the beginning.

You know, as soon as the Spartan warriors left the airdrop bay and launched the charge, they were subjected to intensive fire suppression from the SA and the Imperial Army.

But the Spartans were not emotional at all. Instead, they quickly launched a counterattack with their exclusive 10mm caliber Gauss rifles.

The Spartan warriors' aiming ability is terrifying, and combined with the Mjolnir power armor's accuracy assistance system, every bullet they fire is accurate and deadly.

John, Jerome and others are almost identical to Astartes, like "human plug-ins", invincible on the battlefield.

Just the encounter caused heavy casualties among the stormtroopers and the Imperial Army.

The Gauss rifle's spike bullets have extremely strong penetrating power, and even the stormtroopers' armor cannot withstand it, followed by a splatter of blood and debris.

The screams of the imperial soldiers rang out one after another, and their formation quickly collapsed under the Spartan's precise shooting, just like the wheat stalks in the wheat field being ruthlessly cut down by a sickle.

In the end, the battle that broke out in the farm gathering area ended in just a few minutes with all the Spartans unharmed.
(End of this chapter)