Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C133

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Chapter 133: Tang Fang Unleashed

The radar antenna on the high platform was part of the missile defense system belonging to the air force base. During yesterday's battle, the special operations team had dispatched soldiers to cut off the power lines beneath the platform, causing the radar antenna to cease operation and plunging the entire base's detection capabilities into paralysis.

The repair work was actually quite simple; all they needed to do was reconnect the power and data transmission lines properly. Tang Fang ordered his marine squad to fetch tools and materials from the garage toolbox. Five minutes later, with a buzz of electronic equipment starting up, the radar antenna was back online.

Broad, Ross, and the others watched silently throughout the process without uttering a word.

"Housen, report mission progress?"

"Zzz... Just one more minute," came Housen's gruff voice over the communicator.

No sooner had he spoken than Arroz and Grant chimed in with their reports: "Radar antenna number one on the east (west) side is back in operation. One remaining. Estimated completion time for the mission objective in 8 (5) minutes."

In fact, there was no need for their reports as he already knew the outcome through shared Terran unit vision. The reason Arroz and Grant were slightly behind was not only due to not splitting their forces but also because they encountered resistance on the way, including running into a "Heavy Armor Warrior."

From this battle, the differences in their tactical thinking were evident. Compared to Housen, Arroz acted more prudently and rationally. However, in terms of combat and command, Arroz leaned towards a form of personal heroism. After discovering the weakness of the "Heavy Armor Warrior," he employed the powerful mobility and agility of the reaper to engage in close combat. Finally, he tossed a delayed-action grenade into the barrel, successfully detonating it.

As for Grant, he favored the artful style of "subduing the enemy without fighting." He paid great attention to reconnaissance during the advance. Upon spotting the "Heavy Armor Warrior," instead of rushing into battle, he sent one or two marines forward to lure the enemy deeper, drawing the "Heavy Armor Warrior" away and allowing the main force to pass smoothly. Afterwards, those two marines used narrow terrain to shake off the pursuit of the "Heavy Armor Warrior."

...

Upon learning that both squads' actions were proceeding smoothly, Tang Fang instructed Housen to gather at the original fork in the road, then led everyone back to rendezvous with Housen. After meeting up with Housen, they retraced their steps back to the weather monitoring station across the runway.

Xia Yuanhua and Pitman saw him return safely and smiled as they rose from behind cover. Spotting Broad and the others behind him, they were visibly startled: "You... how did you...?"

Before anyone could catch up, Tang Fang waved his hand: "It's a long story. We can talk about it later when we get to the radar control room."

With that, he transmitted an order to the three marines guarding Little Sam and Nehemiah. Then, calling out to Xia Yuanhua and the others, he took them around the sides of the alleyways to the rear of the weather monitoring station. After meeting up with Nehemiah and his five companions, they moved stealthily toward the radar control room.

Midway, Arroz and Grant successively reported "mission complete." Tang Fang instructed the two to meet at the radar control room, then continued leading everyone forward.

At some point, Little Sam appeared next to Tang Fang. He looked at the outdated W-504 military rifle in his arms, then at the C-14 Gauss rifle in Tang Fang's hands, wearing an expression that seemed like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Sam, what's wrong?" Noticing Little Sam's unusual expression, Tang Fang couldn't help but ask.

"Talosal, you... could you... give me one of these guns?" Stammering through his words, he lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly: "I... I know this request is somewhat excessive, but... but..."

Tang Fang suddenly stopped in his tracks, lifting the C-14 Gauss rifle in his hands to examine it carefully. Without a hint of displeasure, he said kindly: "Sam, why do you have this thought?"

After much hemming and hawing, Little Sam finally whispered: "Be... because you saved everyone. You're a hero in everyone's eyes. If I can get one from you, it means you acknowledge me, and they will never look down on me again."

Looking at the teenage boy before him, Tang Fang felt a warm sensation flow through his heart. He thought of Tang Lin, who once, just like the person in front of him now, yearned for praise and recognition.

Their eyes were so alike. For a moment, Tang Lin and Sam's figures overlapped—same expressions, same stubbornness, same refusal to lose, same youthful innocence, yet with a fervent desire to grow up quickly.

Actually, since crossing over, merging Tang Yan's memories, and up until now, Tang Fang had been pondering one question. Was he Tang Fang or Tang Yan? In life, the most precious thing is memory. He had all of Tang Yan's memories from childhood to adulthood. Logically speaking, the sense of belonging to Tang Yan’s world would conflict with the sense of belonging to Tang Fang’s world, creating mutual resistance. For instance, regarding the issue of name, was he Tang Yan or Tang Fang?

However, the reality was different. Although the memories of "Tang Fang" and "Tang Yan" had merged indistinguishably, the dominant consciousness belonged to the former. Most of the time, facing difficulties and problems, he habitually stood from Tang Fang's perspective, analyzing and dealing with them according to Tang Fang's personality, thoughts, worldview, and values.

Tang Yan, on the other hand, was more like a bystander or passerby, not making any comments or choices. Only when it came to Tang Lin and Tang Yun did they seem like Tang Yan's reverse scales, surpassing everything else.

This resulted in the body's dominant consciousness belonging to the transmigrant Tang Fang, but emotionally, there was an added genuine affection for Tang Lin and Tang Yun.

After experiencing the breakout battle on Planet 5, the battle of Planet Namie, the Makanda battle, and a series of other events, he finally understood the root cause of all this.

Tang Yan, like the vast majority of frontline soldiers in the Empire, saw no future, no hope, no freedom, no pursuits, and even less self. Compared to the insurgents who fought for their dreams, they were more like living dead. They had no sense of belonging to their names, to this country, or even to human society, because who knew when they might die on the battlefield, becoming wandering corpses in the void.

For Tang Yan, the only motivation for him to keep living was Tang Lin and Tang Yun.

Simply put, the two souls made a deal. The body was handed over to Tang Fang's control, but he had to accept the reality that Tang Lin and Tang Yun were blood relatives.

In his previous life, as an only child, Tang Fang envied those with siblings. During holidays, families gathered together happily eating dumplings and mooncakes, raising glasses to celebrate festivals while sharing interesting stories and discussing life's ups and downs. He found such moments very warm and happy. Now, having another chance at life, gaining a sibling bond was more precious than anything.

Seeing Tang Lin's shadow in Little Sam, he couldn't help but smile warmly, reaching out to ruffle the boy's hair: "When you grow up a little more, this gun in my hand will definitely be yours, okay?"

Little Sam pouted at him, and after a long while, he muttered: "That's what you said. Don't go back on your word when the time comes."

"Hahaha, what a little rascal." The boy's mischievousness caused everyone around to chuckle.

...

The radar control center was located slightly west of the center of the base. For safety reasons, the building wasn’t tall, and most of the important equipment was underground.

The hangar and the radar control center were separated by a taxiway used for various aircraft and vehicles transporting fuel and ammunition. This area was also where the insurgents and government forces engaged in the fiercest firefight.

From the hangar to the parts workshop, to the electrical room, and the duty barracks, every few steps in the surrounding alleys revealed corpses of soldiers who had been dead for some time.

The exchange of fire between the two sides had lasted for over ten hours. With the help of the "Heavy Armor Warrior," the government forces suppressed most of the special operations team members and rebellious miners within the buildings near the radar control center.

After an entire night of relentless fighting, both sides were exhausted, as evidenced by the sporadic gunfire.

Upon entering the danger zone, Tang Fang had Housen lead the way, with 10 marauders distributed to the left and right wings and the rear to absorb any potential enemy fire. Meanwhile, he and the marines positioned themselves inside, protecting the unarmored Little Sam, Nehemiah, Xia Yuanhua, and others in the center of the group.

Perhaps the enemy realized their firepower was insufficient to stop Tang Fang and his group, or they were shocked by the destruction of multiple "Heavy Armor Warriors." Either way, they encountered no ambushes along the way.

Not long after advancing and turning a corner, the radar control center was already in sight. The number of soldier corpses killed in the crossfire had increased. Xia Yuanhua, Broad, and the others’ faces hardened, sadness flashing in their eyes. Those were their comrades, who had laughed together, fought side by side, and sworn to overthrow this corrupt and decadent dynasty.

Now, the lively, smiling comrades who once confidently said, "Don't worry, leave it to me," had become cold corpses lying silently on the land soaked with their blood.

Tang Fang took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. But just then, a figure flashed before his eyes. Little Sam dashed out from behind him like lightning.

His target was a corpse lying face-up to the right front. The frail body, less than five feet seven inches tall, bore a youthful face crisscrossed with trails of blood. His mouth was slightly open, perhaps moaning or calling out something in his last moments.

"Sam, come back!" Tang Fang shouted loudly without lingering too long on the young man's face.

But Little Sam seemed deaf to his calls. At that moment, Tang Fang, towering heroically in his eyes, could not stop his hurried steps.

"Sa... am, come back." Tang Fang's voice seemed to span countless centuries, distant and muffled. The heavy power armor stomped on the concrete ground, producing slow, resonant drumbeats.

Little Sam collapsed to the ground, burying his head in the young man's embrace. Tears flowed like fountains, blurring his eyes and soaking his face.

A rocket shot out from the soldier’s duty room window, swift as a striking viper. Its fiery tail lit up the entire room, casting light on the hulking form of the "Heavy Armor Warrior," whose grotesque features resembled the face of a troll.

"Boom."

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Tang Fang and the others' shouts, the surging flames like waves, the rain of rubble and debris, and Little Sam’s airborne body streaked with tears—all combined into a surreal tableau.

"Brother..."

Tang Fang seemed to hear a call filled with countless emotions—longing, sorrow, attachment, and boundless love.

He recalled the young man's profile, as if seeing a grown-up version of Little Sam. "So, that was his brother..."

Sam's body fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his chest and mouth, spreading a crimson pool on the floor. Tang Fang slid to the ground, lifting the boy's body in his arms. The teenager had already stopped breathing forever, a shard of shrapnel embedded in his chest, piercing his heart.

"No..."

Tang Fang's cry intertwined with the echoes of gunfire and artillery, like background music from a war film slowed down countless times.

Looking at his malnourished, slight frame, his tear-streaked youthful face, and the piece of cloth clutched tightly in his palm torn from his brother's body, Tang Fang felt as if a knife had gouged his heart. He was still a child... Though he carried a gun, the magazine had never held bullets. Though he continually went to the battlefield, he had never fulfilled his wish.

Like Tang Lin in his youth, he yearned desperately to be acknowledged, especially by his brother, by Grant, and by those insurgent members he considered family. And now, there was also him—the big hero in his eyes.

Who would have thought it would end like this?

If he could have lived, he would have seen his dreams come true—the collapse of this corrupt and decadent dynasty, the swarm engulfing the Stuart family's palace, the dazzling silver warships roaring across the sky, and the rumbling train carrying the insurgents' hopes crashing into Holy Sword Square’s supposedly eternal "Celtic" blade.

But now, everything had turned into a dreamlike illusion, just like all the young men who died in the war. He sank into a dark abyss devoid of light and future.

The "Heavy Armor Warrior" emerged from its hidden room, switching its attack mode to tank posture, ready to launch a neutron bomb into the crowd. A Judicator grenade crashed against its outer armor with a loud "boom," its powerful pull slowing its attack process.

Meanwhile, some government soldiers concealed behind cover began pulling triggers, launching fierce attacks on Housen and the others.

"Kill them all, leave none alive." Stray bullets grazed the marine armor, sparking against it. Tang Fang gently laid Sam down, slowly straightened up, his entire being as cold as a death god from hell.

Anger surged in his chest, veins bulging on his forehead. The ε symbol that had disappeared reappeared, releasing wave after wave of energy fluctuations.

More than thirty Terran soldiers launched intense counterattacks against the enemies hidden behind cover, while Tang Fang, driven by a surge of fury, charged like a wild bull directly in front of the "Heavy Armor Warrior," grabbing the slowly closing armored shell with both hands.

"Bastard." Electric currents flashed from his forehead, and a violent high-frequency electromagnetic pulse surged down his arms, penetrating the shielding layer of the powered armor and striking the "Heavy Armor Warrior" shell at near-light speed.

"Zzzz." The destructive power contained in the EMP storm that could paralyze even Epsilon technology devices resistant to conventional weapons was far beyond what mere human creations could withstand.

The circuit coupling of the "Heavy Armor Warrior" failed, and thick white smoke billowed from its central CPU.

On the other side, the marine armor also endured the impact of the EMP storm, albeit in a different form. The system readings on the UI interface skyrocketed. The armor's assistive systems, sensory systems, design assistance systems, and even the operational efficiency of the core processor soared from the original 75% to break past 100, then 200, 300...

"Clank clank clank" accompanied by metallic noises, the shell of the "Heavy Armor Warrior" began to widen further and further apart, eventually bursting with a loud explosion. The main frame of the Heavy Armor Warrior broke, structures twisted and deformed, rapidly turning into a pile of sparking scrap metal.

Housen happened to witness this scene. Involuntarily, he tapped his metal helmet, looking at Tang Fang in the distance with an incredulous expression, as if he had seen a ghost.

For marine armor, bending steel bars and plates wasn't difficult. But tearing a "Heavy Armor Warrior," which cost the military dearly to produce, into two halves with bare hands was indeed hard to accept.

One minute later, the battle ended. The more than 40 enemies hiding in the shadows and ambushing Tang Fang and his group met their fate without exception, all perishing.

Tang Fang glanced at Little Sam lying quietly on the ground, said nothing, turned sharply, and strode toward the radar control room.

This matter wouldn't end so easily. Blood debts must be repaid with blood.

"Housen, Broad, you stay behind to watch over Little Sam. I'll go after Tang Fang," Nehemiah instructed gravely, leading Xia Yuanhua, Pitman, and a few others in hot pursuit of Tang Fang.

The special operations team had erected a makeshift defense line in front of the radar control center using scrapped vehicles, electronic devices, and steel wreckage. Due to the terrain and space limitations, the "Heavy Armor Warrior" couldn't enter, leaving the government forces powerless to deliver a fatal blow while watching the special operations team hold their ground.

When Tang Fang appeared in view, the special operations soldiers were startled and prepared to attack. However, upon seeing the insurgent badge on his shoulder, they hesitated. When Nehemiah, followed by Xia Yuanhua and others, emerged and trailed closely behind him, the defensive troops finally relaxed completely.

"It's Lieutenant Colonel, Lieutenant Colonel has arrived!" The special operations soldiers exclaimed joyfully.

Tang Fang paid no heed, heading straight for the radar control center's gate.

At this moment, his mind was entirely focused on avenging Sam, leaving no room for idle chatter with them.

The guard soldiers looked at him, then at the panting Nehemiah and others hastily following behind. Their faces showed hesitation and confusion. Who was this person? Judging by his trajectory, he was likely planning to force his way into the radar control center. Should they stop him or let him pass?

"Don't stop him, let him in. His word is Colonel Montgomery's word."

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