"Encountered a Problem of Wild Animal Infestation?"

As a planet similar to Earth in every respect, Pandora rotates once every 26 hours, which is basically equivalent to a day on Earth.

September 2nd, early morning.

At this moment.

The light provided by the Alpha Centauri star "lit up" the sunlit side of Pandora, allowing the creatures in the rainforest to welcome a brand new day.

However, in an area where numerous mountains floated, a massive flight formation appeared, with two aerial gunships and a transport plane standing out in particular.

This formation, consisting of nearly a hundred aerial vehicles, was exactly as Sui Yang knew: the RDA organization, choosing to launch a preemptive strike to prevent the Na'vi from gathering into tens of thousands and to keep the situation from spiraling out of control.

First was the military-green painted aerial gunship that looked like a "flying turtle." Its official name was the C-21 Dragon Assault Ship, with precise dimensions of 5 meters in length, 7 meters in width, and 22 meters in height.

This assault ship was not only equipped with a large number of air-to-air and air-to-ground missiles and an advanced fire-control system, but it could also carry ten AMP Suits and numerous armed personnel, serving simultaneously as a tactical transport, command, and assault aerial platform.

The other black-and-white transport plane was the TAV-37B Valkyrie, a single-stage-to-orbit shuttle. Its fuselage reached a length of one hundred meters, with a sharp appearance that could even be described as "elegant."

However, the Valkyrie was not a military unit; it had been temporarily requisitioned by the RDA to act as a bomber, prepared to carry out a devastating strike on the Na'vi sanctuary.

It was precisely because the Valkyrie was a civilian unit, and its fuselage structure could not support any high-intensity combat, that the remaining smaller aircraft clustered around it as much as possible to provide escort.

As for the units responsible for the escort, they were mainly divided into AT-99 Scorpion gunships providing fire support, and Samson utility helicopters, which looked like advanced versions of the UH-60 Black Hawk, for transporting combat squads.

The flight formation moved majestically, crossing between the mountains.

Immediately afterward, the formation began to rapidly decrease its altitude.

It finally landed in an open area, unloading the RDA mercenaries it carried, as well as the AMP Suits that stood about 4 meters tall.

These AMP Suits, which looked like headless giants and appeared rather comical, were actually Amplified Mobility Platforms capable of adapting to all terrains, belonging to infantry units.

After completing the unloading, the formation rose into the air again, continuing to close in on the direction of the sanctuary, but deliberately slowed down to ensure they could provide timely support to the ground troops.

Inside the cockpit of the Dragon Assault Ship;

"This is Dragon Daddy, my requirements are simple: quick battle, quick decision, because we still have to get back for dinner."

The officer, with white hair at his temples and striking claw marks on his face, yet possessing an extremely sturdy physique, was the "villain" from Avatar—Miles Quaritch.

This retired colonel held a coffee cup in his left hand, his right elbow propped against the cabin wall, standing behind the pilot and looking out the window. His demeanor was quite leisurely, not considering the Na'vi a threat at all.

Seeing the sanctuary and the Tree of Souls appear within visual range, Quaritch finally put down his coffee cup and ordered over the comms: "All units, attention. Target in sight, estimated four kilometers. Valkyrie, prepare for bombing."

"Copy, preparing to drop."

Following the order, the Valkyrie gradually accelerated under the escort of the fleet.

"Sir!" Just then, the observer sitting at the back of the cockpit reported loudly to Quaritch: "Movement on the ground! Suspected enemy cavalry, ground troops are about to engage with them."

Hearing this, Quaritch came behind the observer and likewise fixed his gaze on the holographic screen.

But the image was intermittent and would flicker with "snow" like an old television, causing Quaritch to say: "Make the image clearer."

The observer, having received the instruction, operated the controls immediately, but still shook his head in response: "I can't, sir. There is severe magnetic interference here, and the navigation and fire-control systems of all flight units have failed."

Suddenly, a large number of Na'vi aerial cavalry riding Banshees also appeared within everyone's visual range.

Seeing this, Quaritch frowned and said: "All units, fire at will! I repeat, fire at will!"

"Understood! Engaging the enemy now!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Sir! We... ah! You damn bastards... ah... static..."

As soon as Quaritch finished speaking, the commanders of the various units also provided feedback over the comms, but judging by the sounds, the battle situation did not seem as optimistic as it had been a few days ago when they destroyed the thousand-meter giant tree without casualties.

Boom! Boom!

At this moment, the sound of explosions outside the cabin became increasingly dense.

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Looking outside the Dragon Assault Ship, the Na'vi aerial cavalry seemed to have set an ambush long ago, launching a suicide attack on the entire flight formation from all directions.

Because the magnetic field caused the fire-control systems to fail, the Scorpions and Samsons on the outermost perimeter were caught off guard, unable to react in time.

Either exploding or suffering engine damage, the pilots lost control of their aircraft, spinning as they plummeted toward the ground.

And in the rainforest below...

"Rat-tat-tat!"

"Bang! Bang!"

The "symphony" of volleys composed of various calibers of guns and cannons made the ground troops' performance much more impressive than that of the aerial units.

The frontal charge of the Na'vi cavalry was like a living target in front of gunpowder and electromagnetic weapons, falling to the ground in rows as they were hit.

Some of the fallen Na'vi who were not yet dead were stomped on by the following Direhorses, instantly turning into a puddle of blue pulp.

But there were always a few unlucky fellows on the RDA side who were pierced through the body by Na'vi arrows, pinned to the ground or trees along with the arrows.

Soon, the Na'vi cavalry could no longer bear it and chose to retreat immediately.

The scales of the battle in the sky also gradually tilted from a white-hot stalemate toward the human side, and Jake Sully, riding a Leonopteryx, was being bitten hard by the Dragon Assault Ship.

Just as the Valkyrie was about to reach the designated area to complete its bombing run, thousands of wild Banshees spontaneously arrived to provide support.

On the ground, a massive number of beasts were also rushing to reinforce the Na'vi cavalry, including herds of giant Hammerhead Titanotheres acting like biological armored vehicles, and Thanators several times larger than black panthers.

"Awoo! Awoo!"

Faced with this sudden turn of events, the Na'vi were the first to react, raising their weapons to the sky and roaring in unison.

Because nature itself was assisting them—this was Eywa manifesting!

In contrast, the humans were caught off guard once again.

"Sir! Enemy reinforcements! Enemy reinforcements!"

"My God! Colonel, there are too many beasts on the other side, what should we do?!"

The communication channels were filled with the panicked shouts of personnel from various units.

However, the Na'vi's "good fortune" did not last long.

Thwip! Thwip!

Just as the beast reinforcements were about to inflict heavy casualties on the RDA, thousands of Banshees flying in the air were suddenly blasted into shreds by a dense barrage of large-caliber shells.

"Ri—vroom!!!!!!!"

Immediately following, a crisp and "delightful" roar of autocannons echoed across the battlefield.

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This left all RDA members, including Quaritch, momentarily stunned. At the same time, a stranger's greeting rang out over their communication channels:

"Hey! Guys! I'm Major Arthur Morgan of the Atlas Rapid Response Force. I heard you're having a bit of a wildlife infestation problem, is that right? Hahaha! Don't worry, rest easy, and get ready to enjoy a barbecue show conducted by heavy artillery!"