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Zhang Weiguo pointed at the red dot on the screen, his face full of mockery.

"Old Liu, your Shanghai Military Region's defenses are riddled with holes. The exercise will end in one hour."

Zhao Guangming held the thermos cup and blew on the tea leaves.

"You're always last place, but this year you've maintained your usual performance. Keep that nitroglycerin pill for yourself."

Liu Guoliang remained calm and composed, turning to look at Li Yichen.

"Major Li, these old guys won't learn their lesson until they're faced with death. Let's give them a taste of their own medicine."

Li Yichen pulled his hands out of his pockets and twisted his neck.

The joints made two crisp cracking sounds.

He straightened the collar of his military uniform, strode out of the joint command center.

Outside, yellow sand blocked out the sun, and the strong wind whipped up gravel that lashed against the bulletproof glass with a crackling sound.

In the very center of the Shanghai Military Region camp, a huge desert camouflage net was suddenly ripped down by two special forces soldiers.

The dull thud of the hydraulic drive emanated as the massive metal door of the container crashed down, kicking up a half-meter-high cloud of dust.

Under the blazing sun, the blinding sunlight shone into the interior of the shipping container.

Ten deep black military armored suits surrounded a silver-gray exclusive suit in the center, reflecting a cold, hard metallic sheen.

Ten elite soldiers were already lined up and waiting, standing ramrod straight, exuding a chilling aura.

Li Yichen walked to the silver-gray armor, turned around and took half a step back.

The armor plate split open along the center line, precisely enveloping his entire body.

Each module was snapped shut in sequence, and the mask fell down.

Ten elite soldiers simultaneously donned their gear, and eleven steel behemoths awoke from the yellow sand.

"Brothers, warm-up's over, let's get to work."

Li Yichen's instructions were issued through the internal communication channel.

The vector nozzles on the backs of the eleven battle suits simultaneously emitted white and blue tail flames.

A powerful thrust erupted instantly, and eleven afterimages rose from the ground.

A terrifying shockwave that broke the sound barrier exploded above the camp, whipping up a cloud of sand that shot straight into the sky.

At the heart of the exercise battlefield, armored formations from the four major theater commands roared, preparing for a final assault on the remaining positions of the Shanghai Military Region.

Inside the Eastern Theater Command command vehicle, a radar operator suddenly jumped up from his chair, pointed at the erratic red dots on the screen, and shouted angrily.

"Warning! Eleven unidentified high-speed targets have appeared in the sky! Speed: Mach 3! Radar cannot maintain lock-on!"

"What Mach 3? Are you out of your mind? Missile or plane?" The frontline commander shoved the radar operator aside and leaned in front of the screen himself.

The radar operator was sweating profusely, his hands frantically typing on the keyboard.

"Report! Target lost! Target has reappeared! Too fast, the fire control system can't calculate the lead!"

The frontline commander grabbed the radar operator by the collar, spitting as he spoke.

"Look carefully! Is it a missile or an aircraft?! Set up an air defense network immediately!"

The radar operator pointed desperately at the screen.

"Sir, the target has entered our position!"

As soon as he finished speaking, eleven armored vehicles descended from the sky with a piercing shriek that tore through the air, landing squarely in the center of the battlefield.

Li Yichen took the lead, his silver-gray body bending at a right angle in the air as he headed straight for a Type 99A main battle tank serving as a front-line command vehicle.

He swung his arm in a wide arc and punched the top of the tank's turret.

The enormous kinetic energy was transmitted along the metal plate, causing a large dent in the top of the turret.

The exercise system's red warning light flashed instantly, and a piercing alarm blared throughout the carriage, indicating the system was destroyed.

The crew members inside the tank were completely stunned, staring up at the dented roof, unable to catch their breath for a long time.

The gunner stammered into the walkie-talkie.

"Company commander! We were knocked out of shape by a single punch! He's made of iron!"

The era of dimensional reduction warfare has officially begun.

The conventional training rounds from the four theater commands swept over the armored vehicle, striking it with a series of clanging sounds, but leaving not a single white mark.

Eleven armored vehicles weaved through the steel torrent.

Every supersonic maneuver, every time a hand is raised to fire.

In exercise mode, the pulse cannon emits high-frequency interference rays to precisely cut off the tank's fire control system.

A single sweep could paralyze large areas, crippling entire clusters of heavily armored vehicles.

The infantrymen in the armored vehicle had just rushed out with their guns when they saw a dark shadow sweep past overhead, and the strong wind knocked more than a dozen of them to the ground.

Six Z-10 attack helicopters from the Western Theater Command attempted to climb to higher altitudes to intercept the enemy with firepower.

Zero-One, the inch-tall soldier king, piloted his combat armor, fine-tuned the vector nozzles, and with an absolute speed advantage, he leaped into the air, directly touching the outside of the cockpit window of a Z-10 attack helicopter.

The helicopter pilot looked through the glass at the black steel monster hovering outside, its mask gleaming with a faint blue light.

His hand trembled, and he almost dropped the joystick. Without hesitation, he pressed the exercise exit button.

The helicopter, trailing red smoke resembling the aftermath of a battle, slunk down.

Seeing this, the other five helicopters lost all will to resist and followed suit, landing and surrendering.

The armored forces on the ground were in even worse shape.

The ten black armored vehicles worked in perfect coordination, moving in pairs and weaving through the enemy ranks.

Wherever it went, tank gun barrels were bent by hand and tracks were forcibly torn off.

Those normally imposing heavy equipment were utterly vulnerable in the face of the Heavenly Soldiers' Armor.

It's a complete dimensional reduction attack.

Inside the joint command center.

On the large screen, the red dots representing the troops of the four major theater commands were extinguishing in swathes at a visible speed.

The teacup in Zhang Weiguo's hand fell to the ground and shattered.

Tea splashed all over his trouser leg, but he didn't even bother to wipe it off.

Zhao Guangming's eyes widened, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit a fist.

Li Tiezhu and Sun Haotian stared intently at the screen, their Adam's apples bobbing, their gasps echoing throughout the empty command room.

The entire command center was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Zhang Weiguo suddenly turned around, took two steps to Liu Guoliang, and grabbed him by the collar of his military uniform.

He was trembling all over, and even the tone of his voice changed.

"Old Liu! Where the hell did you get this alien technology?! This isn't fair! This is cheating!"

Liu Guoliang slowly raised his hand, pried open Zhang Weiguo's fingers one by one, and then straightened the wrinkled collar of his military uniform.

He sneered repeatedly, his chin slightly raised.

"All's fair in war; this is called technological superiority. What, is it fair that four of you are fighting one of me?"

He pointed to the dwindling number of red dots on the big screen.

"Keep watching, the show isn't over yet. I told you to have some nitroglycerin pills on hand, didn't I?"

Zhao Guangming pointed at the screen, his fingers trembling.

"That's individual soldier equipment? Individual soldier equipment can fly at Mach 3? Do you think we're blind?!"

Li Tiezhu slumped into a chair, muttering to himself.

"It's over, it's all over. My heavy artillery battalion didn't even have a chance to fire before it was wiped out."

Sun Haotian clutched his chest, feeling a bit uncomfortable in his heart.

"Old Liu, what exactly is this thing?" Zhang Weiguo gritted his teeth, staring intently at the rampant black shadows on the screen.

Liu Guoliang dusted himself off and let out a cold snort.

"Heavenly Soldier Armor. Top secret of the Shanghai Military Region."

He glanced at the four of them, his face full of smugness.

"You've won a few times in the past few years, do you really think you're invincible? Today, I'll show you what a truly technologically advanced military is!"

The four deputy commanders looked at each other, none of them able to refute the statement.

The facts are clear: their prized armored forces are being unilaterally slaughtered.

In just one hour.

Twenty thousand elite troops and over a thousand heavy armored vehicles were dismantled like building blocks by eleven armored vehicles, and the exercise system determined that the entire army was wiped out.

At the last moment when the defense line was about to collapse, the Shanghai Military Region achieved an incredible comeback, snatching the title of first place.

The order to end the exercise was issued.

Eleven mechs flew back from the horizon and landed with a thud on the open ground outside the joint command center.

The special concrete floor was trampled and cracked, with gravel flying everywhere.

Li Yichen removed his mask, and the armor plates popped open to the sides as he stepped out of his silver-gray battle armor.

He dusted off his military uniform and stepped onto the stairs.

The four deputy commanders looked through the bulletproof glass at the young major they had previously mocked for coming to the desert to "gild his resume," and their worldviews completely collapsed.

Li Tiezhu's legs went weak, and he slumped into a chair, unable to recover for a long time.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the expressions of several high-ranking military officials changed instantly, and they all swarmed around the door.

"Major Li! Wow, what a promising young man! Are you selling this armor? Our Eastern Theater Command will offer double the price!" Zhang Weiguo squeezed to the front, his eyes shining.

"Go away, what are you doing in the Eastern Theater Command! Major Li, come to our Western Theater Command, name your price!" Zhao Guangming shoved Zhang Weiguo aside.

Sun Haotian, not to be outdone, moved closer.

"Major Li, the climate in the Southern Theater Command is great. If you're willing to come, I'll approve one of the best ocean-view apartments for you!"

Liu Guoliang was so angry that he jumped up and down, blocking Li Yichen's way.

"What are you doing! Stealing my girlfriend right in front of me? Have you no shame?!"

Just as these bigwigs were arguing heatedly, a high-frequency vibration suddenly came from the communicator on Li Yichen's wrist.

Ling'er's urgent encrypted intelligence was directly transmitted to his ear receiver.

"Brother, something's happened."

"The United States' Black Hawk Down program is making a big move! Their reconnaissance satellites have just detected an unusual heat source eruption in the northwestern desert, along with a Mach 3 flight path."

"The current target is the Heavenly Soldier Armor. A top-tier special agent team has infiltrated the border and is heading towards the desert!"

Li Yichen was surrounded by several generals and stopped his socializing.

He turned his head, his gaze passing through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the command room and landing on the endless expanse of the Gobi Desert, where yellow sand stretched as far as the eye could see.

"court death."