Watching the green arrow cut across the defense zone of Stephen's 58th Division, Fatty felt a pang of anxiety. It was a covert maneuver under the guise of an overt action. Reinhardt and Stephen had joined forces!

"Establish communication with the war zone headquarters immediately. I need to speak to Douglas!" Fatty stormed out of the room, angered. The Western Alliance had made a move, but this was certainly not their final blow! In this battle, the Nineteen Division could face total annihilation with the slightest misstep!

"General Douglas, given the current situation, I request that the war zone command immediately halt the attack on Jiacuo and establish a control line on the spot, splitting forces to flank south of Tanville. Otherwise, Long Line Ridge won't hold for more than two days! If it falls, Prisk will be completely occupied, and the main force of the war zone will face a pincer attack!"

As Douglas's image appeared on the virtual screen, and communication was established, Fatty made his demand unequivocally. Anyone who had seen the battle report knew that even sacrificing the entire Freedom Front and the Nineteen Division here wouldn't be enough to withstand the offensive from the two enemy divisions!

"General Tian, I can tell you clearly..." Douglas's expression was slightly peculiar: "We have occupied most of Jiacuo and are escalating the offensive to attempt a decisive breakthrough, and we cannot stop now. We already anticipated your division's information. The directives from the Expeditionary Army Headquarters are clear: continue the attack without regard for the gains and losses of one city or area; we must annihilate the Stephen Group in one fell swoop."

"What?" Fatty's face contorted in disbelief: "Annihilate? By the time you annihilate Stephen, Reinhardt will have torn us and you to pieces! Do you think he will let you succeed easily?"

"Therefore..." Douglas fell silent, then suddenly bowed to Fatty: "I ask the brothers of the Nineteen Division to hold the enemy off for three days no matter what. The Feiyang Army's 86th, 102nd, 117th, 210th Armored Divisions, and the 35th Ace Division of the Aviation Marine Corps, as well as the 66th Armored Division, will repay the favor with their lives in the future!"

With those words, Douglas voluntarily cut off the communication.

The entire headquarters of the Nineteen Division fell into a deathly silence. Everyone understood the implication of Douglas's words. It would be a vigorous assault, a win-or-die operation!

"What does it mean?" Fatty stared blankly at the rotating bluish rays of the virtual screen, muttering: "What the hell does this mean?"

"Reinhardt doesn't seem to have sufficient manpower, does he? SkyNet didn't detect his mobilization!" Seeing Fatty's strange expression, Bonnie couldn't help but ask.

"He's going all out! The southeastern line's movements were masked by the standoff between him and the 58th Division!" Fatty looked at the ceiling, somewhat dazed. After a long time, he murmured: "Moreover, Stephen is not waiting passively either. His main force must have retreated, otherwise, Jiacuo wouldn't have been taken so quickly. He's also buying time!"

"And the Desic people. Damn it! What kind of game are they playing!" Fatty suddenly erupted in anger, that frustrating feeling of being unable to see through the fog enveloped him again, driving him crazy and making him instinctively sense danger.

"Messenger!" Just as Fatty was fuming, Oberto rushed in and grabbed him: "The front line can't hold! The enemy's offensive is too ferocious! In one hour, we've lost over thirty percent! The Nineteen Division has to go up!"

All eyes were on Tian Xingjian. He looked around and fixed his gaze on the operational map at the central information station, where the glaring green arrow stood out starkly.

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"Boom!" A shell fell on the frontline position, and the splintered rocks and dirt scattered fiercely, finally landing with a plop into the trench, covering several Freedom Fighters, striking their helmets and clothes with explosive sounds.

"Thor, where's the reinforcements? Damn it, where's the reinforcements you called for?" A sergeant was curled up behind a temporary bulletproof wall in the trench, shouting hoarsely.

"Boom!" "Boom!" Only the explosions of countless shells and the roar of energy machine guns responded to him. Energy bullets hissed as they drilled into the dirt above his head, striking the bulletproof wall with a series of pings.

Communicator Thor lay on the other side of the smoke-filled battlefield, his body already severed in two by shrapnel from a metallic energy cannon shell, his hand still tightly gripping the communication device.

In the communication device, a cacophony of electronic noise signaled a jammed transmission.

This was an unnamed position in the defensive zone of the First Army Group of the Freedom Front, located on a steep slope in a mountain hollow, defended by a platoon from the newly formed First Infantry Division. From below the position, another platoon's flanking position lay behind, so despite the continuous waves of enemy infantry attacks, this platoon could only hold on to the death.

The entire reinforced platoon now had only fifteen men left. The platoon leader, deputy platoon leader, and several squad leaders had all died in succession. Now, the highest-ranking soldier was the yelling sergeant.

Because the attacking enemies from down the slope had already deployed two [Holy Armor] Type 22 Mechas, and the position was on the verge of falling, the sergeant was understandably anxious.

Thor's silence tightened the sergeant's heart; in the battlefield, such silence usually meant bad news! The sergeant knew Thor was already in a dire situation. If they didn't quickly find a way to notify the mecha platoon of the battalion headquarters, once the enemy charged again, this position would be lost.

"You!" The sergeant grabbed a nearby private first class by the collar and shouted into his ear, "Go find the platoon leader, tell him we can't hold here, have him call the battalion to send mechas! There's a communication line over there, follow the line!" He shoved a hand-held spool wrapped in communication wire to the private first class and pushed him away. "Move! If you can't complete the task in twenty minutes, come back and collect our corpses!"

The private first class scrambled and crawled along the trench towards the rear of the position, the communication wire spool spinning rapidly in his hand, leaving a thread of hope.

"Damn it!" The sergeant kicked open a box filled with fusion hand grenades, crouched down, and distributed the grenades to the soldiers panting in the trench under the bombardment. "All of you, strap up! If it really comes down to it, I'll go first, we'll all go down together if it means preventing the mecha from entering this position!"

The soldiers quietly strapped the fusion hand grenades together. With the portable anti-mecha missiles used up and the heavy energy gun destroyed by the bombardment, these grenades strapped together had the most power. However, to get these dozen kilograms of grenades onto the mechanical legs of the mechas would require... lives.

Ten minutes had passed, and the mecha platoon had still not arrived. The enemy below the position prepared for another charge; hundreds of soldiers sheltered behind two [Holy Armor] 22s, slowly approaching the position, finally accelerating for a charge.

"No choice!" The sergeant spat fiercely and turned to a private first class beside him. "Two mechas, brother, you and I, we go?"

"Let's go!" The private first class's lips trembled, swallowing hard.

The sergeant laughed, patting the private first class on the shoulder. "We're all going to die, why the hell have a gloomy face? Come on, give us a smile! Sing a song, let's charge out, how heroic!"

The private first class's face turned pale green, his lips stopped trembling, and he replied resolutely, "I'm here to die, not perform!"

Gunfire roared across the battlefield, intertwining into a cacophony. The enemy followed the two mechas, advancing on the trenches! The mechas in front increased speed; at their pace, they'd reach the trenches in mere seconds.

The sergeant and private first class tightly embraced the grenades; behind them, two other soldiers did the same, ready to take their place. As the mechas drew nearer, the two leaped out of the trench and charged at the mechas.

Amid the bombardment, the sergeant suddenly heard a loud, terrifying voice: "Reinhardt, screw your grandpa! You brain-damaged idiot, disgraceful traitor, Vibo's shame! How dare you lead Gazalin's proud Mythical Army? If I were you, I'd bash my head against a piece of tofu and die, embarrassing your whole family's name..."

"Great cursing!" As the grenade exploded with violent fury in his arms, the sergeant laughed heartily!

"...All the dirty things you've done, I'm spilling them out today! Let's see how long you can deceive the loyal Mythical Army..."

This might be the most jaw-dropping scene since the advent of modern warfare. In the most densely attacked area by the Mythical Army, a [Magic Beast] darted fiercely among the mecha group; behind it, thousands of Leray mechas fought while blasting curse-filled taunts from their loudspeakers, calling names and insults with extreme provocation!

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance, you moron. Aren't you hailed as Gazalin's War God? Aren't you a Level 9 Mecha Warrior? You fraud! If you've got guts, fight me, a Level 8 Warrior, head-on! I'll beat you till you cry for your mother!"

Fatty, exasperated, punched through the cockpit of a [Three-headed Dog] mecha, cursing as he did. "Pipi, can't you stop using my voice to curse?"

The little kid, gleefully cursing while laughing, turned to disdainfully glance at Fatty. "Lord Fart, I'm a cultured AI and don't curse!"

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