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Chapter 126: A Great Friendship

Two hours later, the convoy followed the edge of the Gunter Mountains upward into the Diromos Plateau. Communications with the command system of the Northern Sunaru Alliance were smooth, and every hour, both sides would exchange updates on their progress.

Eight hours later, as the sun began its descent in the west, the convoy had traveled approximately 1,600 kilometers, gradually nearing the heart of the plateau.

At 2:15 PM, Tang Fang suddenly received a message directly from Montgomery. The gist was that the special operations unit dispatched to the Diromos Plateau to incite a miners’ uprising had abruptly lost contact. Considering Tang Fang’s convoy was relatively close to the airbase, Montgomery requested they investigate. If it was merely a communications malfunction, all would be well. But if something more serious had occurred, the armory needed time to prepare for contingencies.

Tang Fang had once asked Nehemiah about this special operations unit during their journey. It was said to have originated as a hundred-man elite team Montgomery brought over from the Thor Continent missile base. Like the garrison battalion, it fell under the direct command of headquarters.

The previous night, this unit had successfully linked up with the rebellious miners, seizing control of the air traffic control tower, main barracks, and several hangars at the airbase.

According to the original plan laid out by the special forces commander, a final assault was scheduled for mid-afternoon when enemy morale would be at its lowest, ensuring the entire airbase fell into rebel hands. Meanwhile, the Northern Sunaru Alliance's role was to monitor the movements of the 408th Division—the greatest potential threat to the operation. Should any trouble arise, reinforcements would swiftly head to the Diromos Plateau, delivering a decisive blow from behind.

Yet, unexpectedly, the 408th Division remained inactive while the special ops team went dark. Considering the numbers, it didn’t add up. With 1,500 insurgents—including miners—and only around 600 personnel stationed at the airbase (including ground staff), the odds heavily favored the rebels—nearly 3:1. Unless the special forces commander had completely lost his mind, failure shouldn’t even have been an option.

What could have gone wrong? Had government reinforcements arrived? Or was it simply a communication breakdown?

Tang Fang flicked on the vehicle’s holographic projector, and a detailed map of the Diromos Plateau materialized before them. After a brief moment of contemplation, he ordered the convoy to turn southwest toward the airbase.

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Kabuto Airbase sat near the center of the Diromos Plateau, facing south with its back to a lake. Its strategic position allowed its combat aircraft to patrol and strike across much of northern Sunaru Plain and the eastern coastline.

In this era, cutting-edge aerial combat vehicles boasted planet-scale cruising ranges, capable of flying 20,000 to 30,000 kilometers on a single refuel. Logically, Freyr Continent’s orbital space station alone should suffice to maintain global air superiority. However, accounting for delays, pilot fatigue, and weather constraints, smaller brigade-level bases like Kabuto were established across key regions to handle routine air combat missions.

To seasoned generals of the inland defense forces, such redundancy was prudent—a safeguard against unforeseen threats. But among younger nobility-born officers, it seemed absurd—an unnecessary precaution. Who, after all, would dare challenge the Celtic’s authority within the empire’s borders?

Today, those who held such views had been slapped hard across the face. Rebels not only existed but thrived, spitting defiance at the “Celtic” banner and sparking a revolutionary wildfire across Krotan. Flames spread nearly across the entire northern hemisphere, drawing countless so-called lowborn civilians into the fight under banners of rebellion.

Compared to the mineral-rich southwestern regions of Odin Continent, Gant Mountains offered fewer resources and less variety. This disparity left miners here severely underpaid compared to their southwestern counterparts. Crushed beneath layers of exploitation, stripped of dignity and treated worse than animals, these miners rose defiantly, answering the call of the rebellion.

First, they seized the mines, wresting weapons from guards. Then, guided by insiders, they took advantage of the airbase patrol’s absence to collaborate with the special ops unit, infiltrating the base, disabling its defenses, and overwhelming the outer perimeter forces through sheer numerical superiority. They confined the remaining defenders to the communications tower, runway, and part of the hangar area.

This was the full extent of what Tang Fang learned from Nehemiah during their drive.

Traveling southwest along the road for just over two hours, the convoy approached a farm near the base. Due to the miner uprising, the owner had fled with family and valuables to safer grounds.

Tang Fang’s group parked their vehicles inside the farm warehouse, camouflaging them slightly. Splitting into three squads, Arroz led ten Reapers and forty marines; Grant commanded Walton, Joey, and another forty marines; while Tang Fang himself took charge of the remaining personnel, moving stealthily toward the east, west, and north sectors of the base.

Unsurprisingly, Housen voiced his displeasure at being demoted from leader to soldier. But when Tang Fang casually remarked, “You can lead if you want—but screw things up, and I’ll shove you into that thing’s rear hatch and never let you out,” Housen wisely chose silence.

Good heavens! Just imagining that wriggling, flower-like aperture made him shudder, nausea rising as though he might vomit last night’s dinner.

In contrast to Housen’s pale, horrified expression, Grant, Walton, and others brimmed with excitement. Even knowing a fierce battle awaited, they felt invigorated, hearts swelling with passion.

Forty marines! And they were letting him command them! Leading such a valiant, elite force was every soldier’s dream. These marines’ prowess was no secret to Grant and his comrades—any one of them could take on ten or even a hundred foes among the rebels. Countless rebel soldiers revered them as saviors, idols, heroes.

That Tang Fang entrusted such formidable warriors to them meant far more than mere trust—it signified approval, respect.

Though Grant and Walton’s excitement overflowed, their gazes toward Tang Fang carried traces of apprehension and unease.

Noticing their expressions, Tang Fang sighed softly, patting Grant’s shoulder. “I believe in you.” Without another word, he strode forward with his team.

As little Sam passed Grant, he couldn’t help but gaze enviously at the marines trailing behind him, muttering, “When I grow up, I want to lead a squad like this…”

Nehemiah cast a wise glance at Tang Fang’s retreating figure, then smiled faintly at Grant, still dazed. “Congratulations. You’ve earned a remarkable friendship.”

“Grant, if you mess this up, I’ll rip your head off and kick it around like a ball!” Housen snapped petulantly before slamming his visor shut and waddling off after Tang Fang, hips swaying dramatically.

By the time Grant snapped out of his daze, Tang Fang had vanished, and Arroz’s silhouette was fading into the horizon.

Gulping audibly, Grant patted the still-stunned Walton and Joey. “Let’s go.”

“Oh,” they replied mechanically, following him. Behind them trailed the forty marines, silent and exuding an aura as imposing as mountains themselves.

Sunlight filtered through wooden slats, reflecting off their shoulder armor in dazzling circles…

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