Chapter 225: Chapter 162, Fleet Military Governor_2
The two most important weapons were the Strider Combat Vehicles and the Foxhound-class Infantry Mechs.
As for the former, there’s no need to say more. The reason why they didn’t equip larger vehicles than the Strider Combat Vehicle, such as the Lion Tank, was that the combat environment inside a starship did not quite allow for the Lion to move around everywhere. Although the Strider was quite big, it was still two sizes smaller than a heavy tank and could still run on many of the main roads inside the starship.
As for the latter, it was essentially a ‘person’—a mech servant, a product of the Sect of Mechanics. During the mechanical transformation, apart from removing part of the brain to turn it into a mech servant who could only follow orders, there was also a significant modification of the body. From the outside, it no longer resembled a human being; almost all of its body was mechanized, and its shape was like that of a half-standing hound, with purely mechanical reverse knee-joint legs. The head structure containing the brain was somewhat canine-shaped and integrated with a large number of sensors.
Its overall size exceeded two meters in height and was equipped with a heavy machine gun, along with sturdy ferrosteel armor. Even a space warrior would have to put in some effort to take it down.
It was a precious product of the Sect of Mechanics, and there were only about one hundred and fifty of them on the entire starship.
Half an hour after Genie Kuangya made a fierce charge, the first batch of elite troops assembled by the Navy Marine Corps included eighty Foxhound Mechs, thirty Strider Armored Vehicles, and more than a thousand marine soldiers, in addition to two thousand armed sailors.
As a result, their defensive line was breached by Kuangya in a wave.
The rockets in his hands seemed to be blessed by some mysterious force, extremely precise, and even had some tracking effect. There was also a thermal cannon mounted above his left shoulder. His personal firepower was already maxed out to the top.
Moreover, he wasn’t fighting alone. On the way up, many Green Skins that had landed from other places smelt the scent of their boss and instinctively gathered around. Now, the number of Green Skins following behind Kuangya had also exceeded a thousand.
Furthermore, those Green Skins behind him were elite. Not only were they particularly tall among the Green Skins, but they also wore strong armor, carried larger caliber and more explosive firearms, and were equipped with plenty of explosives.
What’s more, compared to the smaller infantry mechs, the Green Skin Killer Cans and the slightly larger Death Iron Cans were no weaklings.
With Military Governor Kuangya as the arrowhead, they charged fiercely. When Kuangya blasted the mech’s fire base with his thermal cannon and multiple rocket launchers, then personally charged into close range, fired another round of rockets, and picked up his axe to wield in a frenzy, the Green Skins’ walking mechs and elite infantry also surged forward.
The scale of the battle might not have been particularly large, but it was extremely bloodthirsty.
This blockading force of the Navy Marine Corps, after losing all their infantry mechs and combat vehicles, fought desperately for fifteen minutes and suffered over 60% casualties. Then, the breakdown of the armed sailors triggered a complete collapse.
Actually, they couldn’t be too harshly blamed. Even if they all had endless fighting will and were willing to give their lives for this battle, it would only have delayed the enemy for a bit longer and wouldn’t have changed the outcome.
Of course, the Green Skins also paid a heavy price. At least four hundred Green Skin Orcs and over thirty various Green Skin armored vehicles fell in battle.
The two sides left behind over a hundred various machines and nearly three thousand lives, and all this happened within about twenty minutes, on a battlefield that didn’t extend more than eight hundred meters in any direction. Bodies and mechanical wrecks were no longer just scattered everywhere—they were piled up in layers. The Green Skins’ army would have to walk over heaps of broken limbs and wreckage to advance further.
Kuangya himself was unharmed.
And with him there, and the remaining six hundred Green Skins, their combat effectiveness was still intact and they could continue the assault.
In contrast, the Navy Marine Corps was unable to gather a force equal to the one just defeated to stop them in a short period of time.
Along the way, there were only some small-scale units present. Brave soldiers attempted to use their lives to slow the Green Skins’ boarding assault and buy time for their comrades.
However, Yelisia on the command bridge of the flagship panicked.
Through the intelligence transmitted back from the front line, she recognized that it was the Beastman Overlord personally leading the boarders. She immediately realized that with only the ‘Quintet’s’ combat readiness, there was nothing that could stop this Beastman Overlord.
On one hand, she couldn’t believe the recklessness of this beastman Military Governor. In her view, how could a fleet commander, a fleet admiral, personally lead a boarding assault? It was too easy to die unclearly in the interception fire net, which would be a meaningless death.
But on the other hand, reality slapped her hard in the face. That formidable individual strength, the terrifying advantage it brought to the battlefield, was amplified to an extreme in the special environment of the starship.
This wasn’t an open ground battlefield; all fighting happened inside the starship. Even in the most spacious places, space was limited. It wasn’t possible to deploy artillery miles away to attack the enemy. In a limited environment, a beastman overlord equipped with heavy armor, impervious to gunfire, with individual firepower maxed out, was simply the nightmare of any defense line.
What made her more panic-stricken was that the beast seemed to have an extremely keen sense of battle. Its line of attack was unerringly towards the heart of the starship—the engine center.
If it were to breach that area, the consequences were unimaginable.
At present, the naval battle had reached its critical moment. Just now, they had blasted another enemy escort ship. Yet, the distance between the two forces had closed even further. The Quintet, having been boarded and attacked by troops, had several of its firepower platforms knocked out. This caused its return fire to weaken, and the starship’s Void Shield had turned red as more firepower began to penetrate it, challenging the cruiser’s armor directly.
Similarly, those Green-Skinned Warships were also under greater pressure, and the ‘Wrath of Loyalty’ of the L-class was still formidable.
At the moment when bayonets clashed, if the Quintet were to be dealt a harder blow inside, with the ship’s power failing and problems arising in the weapon systems and Void Shield’s energy supply, it would be struck by a devastating blow in an instant.
What could they do?
Was there anything that could stop that beast?
Their last hope rested on Gu Hang.
The planetary governor had not only brought two thousand soldiers but also four interstellar warriors.
She immediately used the communication system to contact Gu Hang, who had already left the bridge to muster troops.
“You must resolve this problem immediately! We’re all in the same boat, if the ‘Quintet’ goes down, none of us will survive!”
Through the communicator, Gu Hang’s response came swiftly, a simple sentence:
“I know, I’m already there.”
His voice was quite steady.
Yelisia felt somewhat relieved.
She didn’t know if Gu Hang and those interstellar warriors with him could stop that Beastman Overlord. But now, other than placing her trust in Mr. Gu, she had no other choice.
At that moment, she began to feel grateful for having brought Gu Hang aboard the ship initially.
…
Gu Hang was not bluffing to Yelisia; his troops were indeed in position.
It wasn’t just him, nor was it just the four Phoenixes. Relying solely on their power would not be enough to stop an army.
Accompanying him were the Wind-Extinguishing Brigade’s first and second battalions, as well as a regiment from the second infantry division.
Earlier, he had learned of the alarming news that a Navy Marine Corps unit had been wiped out in twenty minutes.
The troops under his command were no stronger than that rapidly annihilated Marine Corps unit.
If possible, he wouldn’t want to subject his forces to such brutal combat.
But this was war.
In war, there is no choice.