"Take cover! Check your armor seals! This radiation will kill everyone!"
Yan Ou shouted orders at his soldiers, telling them to hide behind their battlesuits and not expose even an inch of themselves.
But clearly, his subordinates did not approve of such cowardly behavior. One soldier hurriedly raised his weapon and fired. He had barely completed a standard volley before a stream of radiation rounds struck him.
Yan Ou watched helplessly as holes were punched through the rash soldier's armor, followed by streams of scalding liquid in bizarre colors spraying out.
"What do we do, sir?! They're slaughtering us!"
"Wait for support from the heavy armor units! There's no way they haven't seen what's happening here!"
The soldiers were visibly terrified by such a cruel death, but Yan Ou maintained absolute calm. According to the combined-arms combat doctrine, infantry were responsible for holding ground, delaying the enemy, and providing cover. The real breakthrough was to be carried out by battlesuits and heavy armor.
"Look! Remora aircraft! Destroy those humans!"
Air support rekindled the fighting spirit of the struggling Fire Caste warriors. These atmospheric drones were equipped with long-barreled pulse cannons.
Easy to manufacture, and everywhere.
Their armor could withstand laser fire to some extent, and without needing to worry about the agony of their flesh collapsing, these aircraft with wingspans of 7.9 meters could unleash plenty of plasma before crashing.
Behind the Remora aircraft, a Manta super-heavy transport was coming in to support them. This 382-ton aerial behemoth could use its heavy railguns and six ion cannons to destroy any heavy armor.
It was providing support to the battlefield from the distant horizon. Yan Ou could only see a signal marking a friendly vehicle, completely unable to make out the Manta's actual silhouette.
``` ++Abominable Intelligence detected. Preparing dormancy and