This was an interstellar meat grinder that had long since transcended conventional tactical warfare.
When humanity's ten-million-strong army watched the holographic screens on their communications channels and saw their supreme commander, Jiang Yue, confine himself alone to keep the battle's shock waves from reaching the fleet, enduring the destructive assaults of twelve Level 5 Alien Lords with his own flesh and blood, the soul of the entire Expeditionary Force burst into flame.
"An army fighting in grief will triumph." In thousands of years of human warfare, those words had never been made so tangible.
On the left flank of the main battlefield, blinding scarlet alarm lights flooded the Iron Wall Fleet's command cabin.
"General Zhao! Reactors three through seventeen have exceeded the three-hundred-percent overload limit!
The ship's composite armor is melting! A catastrophic detonation could happen at any moment!" the adjutant roared hoarsely. Sparks from an exploding console had burned half his face into a bloody mess.
"Then let it melt! I never planned to bring this ship home alive!"
Zhao Xuanlin's eyes were blood-red. This heavily armored prodigy, normally meticulous about defensive formations, had become a tiger gone utterly mad. He tore off his cumbersome general's uniform, baring his powerful upper body, and seized the main helm himself.
"All escort ships, concentrate your energy shields on your bow rams! Ram them! Crush the bastards blocking our way!"
RUMBLE!!!
In space, thousands of heavily armored escort ships, each as massive as a mountain, became an unstoppable cosmic landslide, driven by their resolve to die.
They ignored the plasma acid and high-frequency cutting beams pouring down like a torrential rain. With their hulls riddled with holes, they slammed at maximum warp into the impenetrable square formation of Silicon-Based Behemoths ahead!
Every point-blank collision between steel and silicon-based crystal unleashed a terrifying,