So moving! These were our Xia Kingdom soldiers!
Our Eagle Kingdom soldiers were there too.
And our Fa Kingdom soldiers.
And our Russian soldiers.
At a time like this, you still cared about making those distinctions?
Exactly. At this moment, we shared only one name: soldiers of Earth. They would surely go down in history.
When I grew up, I wanted to be a soldier too.
I wanted to defend Earth too!
No, you wouldn't get the chance.
That's right. You kids could just play safely at home. There would definitely be no battles left for you to fight to defend Earth.
Technicians had synchronized the names the five thousand pilots posted in the public chat to Earth's internet.
At that moment, people around the world prayed for them and paid them tribute. This was the honor they deserved.
The same went for the immortal cultivators inside the thousand Combat Mecha.
Their names were recorded as well.
Just before the attacks reached them, the five thousand Nuclear-Powered Fighter Jets and one thousand Combat Mecha scattered, performing all manner of tactical evasive maneuvers almost simultaneously.
Every pilot pushed maneuverability to its absolute limit.
The Combat Mecha piloted by the thousand immortal cultivators proved even more skillful.
"Y-Your Majesty, we don't know what technology these Earthlings are using, but our electromagnetic missiles seem to have no effect."
"Your Majesty, those Earthling fighters are too small and too agile. Most of our attacks missed."
"Your Majesty, the Earthlings are closing in on us."
"Y-Your Majesty, the high-energy particle beam interception system has failed too!"
Veins bulged on Tu Tianlang's right hand as he gripped the metal armrest, leaving a deep indentation in it. With one piece of bad news after another coming in, how could he possibly be in a good mood?