Aboard a Galactic Alliance starship.
Long Jianzhang stood at the command console in his combat uniform, watching the battle feed on the screen. Countless mechs were attacking the Lotto Group.
As one mech after another was destroyed and sent crashing down, the veins on his forehead throbbed.
The Lotto Group was the key. Without bringing it down, they couldn't truly take control of the base.
"General, we can't break through! The Lotto Group has an independent power supply. We can't penetrate their Defense Shield!"
The urgent voice of the frontline commander came through the communications channel.
Long Jianzhang slammed his hand down on the microphone, his voice icy. "We have to break through, no matter the cost. Order every mech into battle!"
"General, we can't! They have a Level 5 Liquid Metal Warrior. Our Level 3 mechs can't stop it. We've suffered too many casualties!"
The frontline commander's tearful voice rang through the hall. Those dying were their comrades and brothers; the anguish was enough to make every commander choke.
"Then we attack anyway! If we don't take the Lotto Group, every one of us will die!"
Long Jianzhang let out an enraged roar that shook the hall. Everyone turned to look at him.
"Yes!" The commanders' resolute voices rang through the hall. "Brothers, follow me! We fight to the death! Even if we have to self-destruct, we'll break through the Lotto Group's defenses!"
Tears glimmered in Long Jianzhang's eyes. He slammed his fist onto the table, leaving a dent in the steel. "Take the starship up! Aim at the Lotto Group and blast it flat!"
"General, if we start a battle with the fleet, won't the whole base be destroyed?"
An aide reminded him.
"Then let it be destroyed! Today, either they die or we do. We don't have