Ling Tong's every movement was incomparably precise and swift.
She raised her hand and lightly swiped. The pop-up buttons beside her lit up, and after she pressed the confirmation key three times, the giant mecha unleashed a barrage of missiles trailing flames, joining the Human Military's fire defense line, which had begun firing almost simultaneously.
Below them was the Starry Sky Gate. At this moment, the vast majority of humanity's space forces had gathered at synchronous orbital altitude.
Because humanity's ability to deploy forces into space was still constrained by both resources and energy, the elite unit Ling Tong belonged to accounted for only one-tenth of the Human Military's forces mobilized for today's decisive battle.
The Three Great Space Fortresses hovered in three directions at once;
they were the main force in today's battle.
Fire support was actually rather boring work.
The supercomputer cluster calculated the timing of every strike with precision, while all she had to do was press a few buttons.
—Ensuring that authorization for heavy firepower remained under human control had always been a principle upheld through years of frontline combat.
Well, if the calculation system malfunctioned, she would have plenty to do. More than a hundred mechanical buttons would need to be flipped by hand.
The Terror Mech's cockpit was relatively small and did not come equipped with High-Tier Mechs for assistance like the Super Large Mecha.
On the other hand, Terror Mech technology was already fairly mature, and it would not generate a flood of operating system errors after just a slightly intense run.
Sister Wan's voice suddenly sounded by her ear:
"Colonel Ling Tong, the commander asked me to reiterate your Combat Mission: provide long-range fire support, and offer frontline support according to the number of King-Class Blade Beasts."
"Understood."
With practiced movements and