Chapter 67 Battle (I)

April 11th.13:00.

Thick clouds spread in the sky, covering the entire Northeast land in a gloomy manner.

Li Ji thought that he would return home one day, but never thought that it would be so soon, and in this situation.

He was in the middle of the Tserim League, and in the direction of Kyoto, there were tens of thousands of reinforcements moving closer to his position.

Six turbo laser cannons were set up here, and the 13,000 people he brought had been deployed, and... they have been discovered by Proxima Dodecahedral cone spacecraft.

The reinforcements had not arrived yet, but in the distance, a little flash of light began to leap under the gloomy clouds.

Li Ji withdrew his gaze and walked back to the simple command post behind him. His adjutant reported the latest situation as soon as possible: "In the front direction, there are seventeen Proxima Centauri twelvehedral conical spacecraft approaching our Zhelim League City, and the three reinforcements supporting us have a total of 70,000. The nearest is the South African Armored Mixed Division composed of 27,000 infantry led by South African general Hankwo. It is twenty-seven kilometers away from us, and the other two are Ma Xinghua's new armored division and Commander Chen Guang's infantry division. They are in two directions, fifty-three kilometers and seventy-seven kilometers away from us.

"It is currently predicted that in the latest half a minute, seventeen Proxima Centauri dodecahedral cone spacecraft will enter our attack area."

"Let the turbo laser cannon be ready to open fire." Li Ji issued an order, "Have the troops arrived at the designated location? Is the communication still smooth?"

"The communications are in good condition, and our troops have all arrived at designated combat positions and can be put into combat at any time."

"Okay. Then I'll say a few words in this half minute."

Li Ji took over the communication device and spoke slowly to his own troops: "I am Li Ji, the commander-in-chief of the Battle Zone of Zhelim League City. Seventeen Proxima spacecraft will enter our range in less than 30 seconds. So, to be short, why we appear here today? I think the commanders at all levels have made it clear. In this battle, our purpose is to attract the attention of the Proxima fleet and drain the combat power of the Proxima spacecraft, but we only have flesh and blood. Our armor is no different from paper in front of the Proxima spacecraft. Therefore, whether we win or defeat, we will pay the heaviest price. However, if we succeed, the earth will survive. If we fail, the entire planet will be buried with us, which will be the consequences of the destruction of the race.

"So, there is nothing to say. Please fight me until death!"

After saying this, a shocking sound came from every corner of the city, and a huge earthquake trembled.

It was a heavy turbo laser cannon built in the city, roaring fiercely.

Ye Qijun, standing in the corner of the city, stood at the top of a building and saw that scene with his own eyes. Six rays of blazing light rose slowly in the city of Zhelim League, passing through the sky like six meteors, disappearing from the far end of his vision in a blink of an eye.

And at the other end of the sky, a heavier roar was coming from afar.

Responding to human strikes are seventeen more intense rays of light.

That is the laser ray of the Proxima Dodecahedral cone spacecraft.

Terrifying rays penetrate the city, tall buildings are melted into the middle, and the roads of the city are lifted up, melting into a fluid like a river, flowing in the high temperature and rolling steam.

One of the six turbo laser cannons was shot through the front, and thick smoke rose from the far end of the city with a loud noise.

And the remaining five turbo laser cannons fired again.

Proxima Centauri's dodecahedral cone spacecraft fired again.

The initial confrontation was boring.

With a huge gap, shooting is possible.

The Zhelim League is in full swing.

And in the 21st second after the seventeenth spacecraft of Proxima Centara entered the range, they appeared in the field of vision visible to the naked eye.

In Ye Qijun's pupils, the bright starlight turned into a real spaceship.

...

The same moment.

According to the Zhelim League twenty-five kilometers away.

Hankwo, a burly black general in South Africa, faintly heard the roar in the distance. He poked out half of his body from his infantry chariot and stared at the far end of the Northeast Plain with a telescope.

Unfortunately, the distance is too far, and he can't see anything.

But he still stared for a long time before retracting. His adjutant said: "Your Excellency, the Zhelim League has exchanged fire with the Proxima Centauri spacecraft, which is at least half an hour earlier than expected."

"Yeah." Hankwo nodded slightly, saying, "How long will it take for us to reach the designated location?"

"According to our original process, there were at least fifty minutes, but now... according to the changes in the new situation on the battlefield, after we accelerate the rear, we will arrive at the designated location within twenty minutes at the fastest..."

"Everything goes according to the plan," Hankwo said. "That Major General Lee is a Warrior, and we will not retreat."

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At the same time, Ma Xinghua's troops are still running on this Northeast land.

This scene suddenly reminded him of the scene of the previous battle of the Sky's mother nest. At that time, he represented the New Beijing military to maintain the "anchor" of the New Beijing fleet between the four-dimensional trap and the three-dimensional world. He also ran on this land like this, leading his own troops and moving forward for one purpose.

He was the pride of his life after victory.

Although he had no chance to fight side by side with the Xinjing Fleet due to camp reasons, today he fought side by side with the Xinjing Fleet again, and once again participated in a war that would be recorded in the history of mankind. Although he appeared as an important cannon fodder this time, although he could not fight side by side with the commander of the Xinjing Fleet that he admired, he was still excited and full of pride.

But at this moment, the situation changed, and the time for the Proxima Centauri spacecraft to launch an attack was much earlier than expected. They must arrive at the designated location as soon as possible, otherwise Li Ji would die in vain.

In fact, the Zhelim League is just a corner of the battle situation.

And further afield, more huge troops are being broken into pieces on this land, from a team of hundreds, thousands of people to a large force of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, traveling through the Northeast and turning into torrents toward the location of the "wedges" entrenched by Proxima.

Even in the direction of the Russian Federation, a large army of 120,000 people were crossing the battlefield, speeding to Mongolia and Inner Mongolia.

If you look down from the sky, at this moment, troops surging like rivers on the ground of Mengdong and Liao Province, as if the entire map was "live".

This is an incredible miracle. In such a global situation, more than 800,000 modern troops are gathering here in less than a few days.

This is the last force of Asia, the Russian Federation and South Africa.

This will be the last coalition of humans in the Eastern Hemisphere.

And this battle has just begun.

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Chapter completed!