September 20, Year 4 of the Doomsday Wasteland Calendar.
The weather in late autumn changed at the drop of a hat. Yesterday, the sky had been clear and bright, but today, a light drizzle had begun to fall, draping the entire wasteland in a hazy veil.
Yet rain as fine as cow hair was nowhere near enough to extinguish humanity's blazing enthusiasm.
The New Star Legion at the front was still expanding continuously. Its numbers had already broken through twenty million, while the new recruits awaiting training alone numbered a full ten million.
Besides that, the various territories of the New Continent had organized militia units as well. Some numbered in the hundreds, others in the thousands, and they headed to the front in organized groups to assist with the fighting.
Although these people did not participate in direct combat at the front, as long as they could shoulder part of the logistical burden, it was equivalent to freeing up a group of combat-ready forces.
Meanwhile, in Mingsha Valley, humanity had originally prepared for a protracted offensive, but no one had expected the battle there to proceed so smoothly after three straight days.
The human army seemed possessed by the God of War and had yet to suffer a single defeat.
Wherever they went, the alien defenses were as fragile as paper. Killing tens of thousands of enemies was effortless.
In particular, the name Dang Zhixian had already become a phrase on everyone's lips within the Vanguard Legion.
Three days, fifteen battles, an average of five engagements of various sizes per day.
Under his leadership and command, the Vanguard Legion broke through the alien defensive lines time and again, winning every battle and overcoming every obstacle.
As of now, the front line had successfully advanced to within seven kilometers of