Long Xiaotian stared blankly at the sky, at the black canopy formed by dozens of [White Emperor] fighters.
The red lights flashing beneath their wings were like the eyes of the Death God opening-cold, merciless, and brimming with destruction.
He glanced at the ground again, at the torrent of tanks rolling toward them like steel behemoths. Their dark gun barrels resembled the gaping maws of hell, ready to devour everything.
Sea, land, air... a coordinated assault from every direction.
How the fuck were they supposed to fight this?
Fight, my ass!
Their proud coalition of nearly thirty thousand private soldiers-what did it amount to before a real national war machine?
A bunch of primitives carrying fire pokers?
No, they did not even qualify as primitives.
At most, they were a flock of lambs awaiting slaughter.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Warning! You have been locked onto by fire-control radar! Warning! Warning! High-energy weapon signatures detected!
Shrill alarms blared relentlessly inside every coalition soldier's communications helmet.
It was an announcement of death.
"Aaaah!"
Finally, one soldier could no longer endure that terror rising from the depths of his soul. His mind broke completely.
He dropped his gun, clutched his head with both hands, and let out a piercing scream.
"I don't want to die! I surrender! I surrender!"
His breakdown was like a stone cast into a still lake, instantly sending waves rippling outward.
Clang, clatter...
The sharp sounds of weapons falling to the ground rang out one after another.
More and more soldiers abandoned resistance.
They knelt on the ground, trembling, their faces filled with despair and terror.
These supposedly iron-blooded elite troops crumbled in an instant before the absolute, irresistible threat of death.
Their morale shattered completely.
"No retreat! Anyone who steps back will be killed on sight!"
Yan