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Lu Yuan dug out a box of drum magazines and loaded them into the ammo attachment machine at the back of his mecha. The United Alliance's electrical technology has always been cutting-edge, and it showed in their fully functional and highly automated soldier equipment. For instance, Lu Yuan only needed to link his combat suit's data, and the mecha's neural connection system would synchronize with the operator's control. In contrast, in the Empire, such neural technology would require the equipment to be expanded to a Titan Iron Rider to function properly.
The shell casings on the square lightly swayed, and dust drifted in the air. Shen Zihua hurried to catch up and whispered, "Boss, why did so few of our Iron Rider units airdrop? I remember the fleet's flagship, the *Corona*, was assigned three Iron Rider battalions."
Lu Yuan remained silent, not responding. A fully loaded space battleship carried more than 600,000 people, and the total personnel of the entire expeditionary fleet exceeded two million. Though Lu Yuan was promoted to captain at a young age, there were still thousands of officers like him. Lu Yuan certainly wouldn't admit that he didn't know why only a dozen main battle Titans were dispatched to such a critical point like the Star Monument Fortress, nor did he need to question the generals' decisions. So, he raised his chin and gruffly said, "Remember, the sky belongs to us."
The young rookie soldiers looked up at the night sky, painted in multicolored streaks by tracer rounds, flares, and large-caliber shells. The aerial combat between enemy and ally fighters was intense, as both sides fought desperately for air superiority. Meanwhile, inside the atmosphere, vultures and albatrosses circled overhead—massive steel birds of the United Alliance, constantly releasing swarms of tactical drones.
And higher up?
Yes, that was humanity's new ocean.
War never changes, yet the form of war is always evolving.
Outside the Star Monument Fortress, tens of thousands of drones formed an outer barrier. The hasty long-range bombardments organized by the Empire's army were entirely blocked by these little machines. Even though the Empire's ground-based interceptors had taken off, the outnumbered fleet's air force continued to escort the transport aircraft through the blockade, delivering precious reinforcements.
Around the Misaka railgun, there was no snow left. The gun crew, wearing exoskeletons, felt the unbearable heat. The firing speed was increasing, almost reaching the energy limit of the railgun, relying entirely on the fortress's power supply.
In the distance, something shimmered. It was a sign that the Empire's winter-camouflaged mecha units were approaching. And even further away, a towering figure, almost connecting heaven and earth, was slowly advancing.
**Ivan the Terrible**.
Leaning against the parapet, Lu Yuan's finger rested on the trigger, feeling the cold, numbing sensation. Through the gap, he observed the Empire's soldiers below the fortress. Even after suffering precise artillery strikes, they remained indifferent to life and death.
"Conserve your ammo. Fire only when they're close," Lu Yuan ordered into his comms. Then, he switched his plasma cannon to sniper mode, turning to Shen Zihua. "Kid, I'll give you a chance—be my spotter."
Lu Yuan lay in the shadows, activated hyperspectral vision, and initiated environmental camouflage, creating faint ripples as the optical coating on the mecha's surface took effect. He instinctively slowed his breathing, closing one eye while peering through the high-magnification scope with the other. Shen Zihua took control of several reconnaissance drones, guiding them to priority targets.
"Check the A3 area at 12 o'clock. Suspected enemy fire director. Coordinates are as follows…"
Lu Yuan adjusted the hyperspectral view to filter out irrelevant targets. Using the magnification dial, he clearly saw a swaying transmission antenna outside a crater. Sure enough, inside the crater was the Empire's fire director. The guy was well-hidden. Without drones and satellite comparison, Lu Yuan wouldn't have found this anomaly in the snowstorm.
The plasma ignition system increased the barrel pressure to a terrifying level, giving the armor-piercing shell an incredible initial velocity. The recoil, enough to break a human shoulder, bounced back, but it was insignificant to the mecha. Within a heartbeat, the ice and snow around the communication mecha exploded into a massive crater several kilometers away.
Simultaneously, the bolt reset, and a shell casing ejected, falling into the collection bag. No one noticed the slight distortion in the shadows atop the Star Monument Fortress. Unless they were extremely close, no one would have heard the faint "ding" from the shadow, nor would they have spotted the motionless camouflaged mecha, even up close.
"Target down. Confirmed kill. Good shot."
"Focus."
"Yes, sir."
Lu Yuan wouldn't waste precious sniper rounds on low-value targets. Empire soldiers in gray-blue uniforms fell in droves across the ice on the fortress canal, like livestock being herded to a slaughterhouse. Lu Yuan only picked off the butchers.
"Command-type Hellmech detected in A3 area. Marked," Shen Zihua reported silently. Despite the chaotic battlefield noise, the two had switched to throat-recognition mode, merely mouthing words to avoid enemy sonar detection.
The coordinates relayed back to Lu Yuan's mech control center. He quickly locked onto a Hellmech with an entourage several kilometers outside the fortress. Just as he aimed his sniper cannon, the command mech seemed to receive an anti-detection alert and immediately retreated. Lu Yuan wasn't about to let this big fish escape and pulled the trigger.
"Missed. Target is moving towards the antenna base. New position…"
The shot startled the enemy, making them flee in a panic.
Lu Yuan adjusted the hyperspectral view again, filtering out irrelevant targets. Turning the magnification wheel, he locked onto the enemy command mech, which had boldly shown itself on the front line. He slightly recalibrated and fired a black-painted depleted uranium armor-piercing shell. It struck true, but the surrounding entourage swarmed to shield their master, willing to die alongside the Empire's noble.
"Did the target manage to escape?" Shen Zihua hesitated.
Lowering his weapon, Lu Yuan calmly replied, "Forget it. Notify the artillery."
Soon after, the Misaka railguns on the fortress walls fired two clean rounds at the area Lu Yuan had marked. If artillery can solve the problem, there's no need to waste bullets.
Lu Yuan's brief time picking off targets didn't last long before a fluctuating noise filled the comms channels. "Crackle, crackle"—the interference was so bad that Lu Yuan had to activate full-noise cancellation. Seeing Shen Zihua do the same, an idea flashed in Lu Yuan's mind. Ignoring the risk of being detected, he shouted through his mech's loudspeaker.
"EMP! Take cover from artillery fire!"