Just as he started moving, the Imperial Army's artillery fire came screaming in, like a meteor shower falling toward the camp. Beyond the sprawling ridge, countless black specks appeared, packed together like a swarm of crazed hornets.
They were unmistakably the Empire's armored airships. Throughout the earlier fighting, these flying units had remained restrained and calm. Now that they had spotted an opportunity, they could finally hold back no longer.
Faced with the terrifying sight, Long Yuan could only silently wish his comrades success, though he hardly felt confident. He knew nothing about military strategy, was no top-tier commander, and had no idea how to turn the tide of battle. Nor was he one of those demigod-level figures who could take on ten thousand foes alone. He was just an ordinary disciple of the Spirit Research Society. Though he held the rank of colonel, he was still a rookie at heart. Aside from pressing on as his previous orders directed, he had no idea what else he could do.
He received a communication from Major General Azhisha Marlowe, who told him that the forward command post at F-3 had already fallen. She was moving to the rear base in Zone Z and hoped to meet him there.
That base was already in the deepest part of the valley. If the enemy trapped them there, they would have nowhere to run.
That was what Long Yuan thought. But before he could voice any objections, Major General Azhisha Marlowe added, "If I haven't arrived by the time you get there, go to my office and open the red safe. I've sent the combination to your terminal. Use your senior officer credentials to decrypt it. And if you still haven't arrived an hour after I get there, I won't be able to wait