The Glaive Wurm's attack was stalled, but more than twenty small missiles scattered by the Arsenal pursued the Blade-Arm Mutalisks and Vipers, erupting into one blazing fireball after another.
"Beep... beep..." A faint notification immediately sounded from the combat support system display of the Raptor Squad. "Your kill record has been updated..."
These auxiliary recorders, installed by the military on all major fighter craft, mechs, marines, warships, and gunboats, could document soldiers' performances amid the chaos of interstellar war. The data was transmitted to military servers in real time, so even if they died in battle, the military would reward all contributions afterward. The rewards and pensions of fallen soldiers would also be delivered to their families.
Rewards for merit, punishment for faults—this was also the foundation of the iron discipline possessed by Alvin's soldiers.
"Arsenal, beautifully done!" Squad captain Primo said approvingly.
"Rumble..." At that moment, a Zerg cruiser finally could no longer withstand the bombardment of the Alvin battleships and exploded straight down the middle, forming a gigantic burst of flame in space. Primo wore a confident smile. "Come on, Lai An. It's our turn again. In this war, we're waiting at ease for an exhausted enemy; the Zerg's defeat is inevitable. How much merit we can earn before they collapse depends on everyone's efforts!"
In the distance, the edges of an Ironclad Octopus's tentacles suddenly froze as it charged toward an Alvin gunboat. Ice crystals rapidly spread along its tentacles toward its body. The Ironclad Octopus swung its tentacles in horror, trying to shake off the ice, but even several full-force swings could not halt its spread in the slightest. The unfrozen tentacles behind it reached forward and viciously struck the ice. Yet that strike proved disastrous—the moment its intact tentacles hit the ice, although the already