Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C168

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Chapter 168: The Target,

In the face of overwhelming war dynamics, individuals often feel powerless—utterly incapable of resistance. , after all, was just a young woman in her twenties: sensitive, fragile, yet trying desperately to appear strong. When the weight of insurmountable pressure bore down on her chest, when frustration and helplessness overwhelmed her heart, she inevitably clung to as her last hope.

In her mind, if anyone could rescue , if anyone could save the rebellion from its dire predicament, it had to be him—the unassuming yet enigmatic man standing before her. She believed with unwavering certainty that only he possessed the ability to turn the tide and pull Marion and his comrades out of the abyss.

Where this faith came from, she didn’t know—and frankly, she didn’t care to find out. As long as he nodded, she would gladly walk through fire or sacrifice everything for him without hesitation.

“Claire,” Tang Fang said calmly, patting her hand reassuringly, “I told you—we’re friends. Truthfully, I don’t have many friends, just a handful. And I’m not about to let that number shrink.” His voice carried a quiet assurance, his gaze steady like the surface of an undisturbed lake.

“Really?” Claire blinked her lovely eyes, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“Have I ever lied to you?” Tang Fang rose from the bed. “But before we do anything, there’s one more task ahead. Rest up tonight and gather your strength. We’ll set off first thing tomorrow morning.”

After giving Claire a firm nod, Tang Fang turned and left the parlor with Arroz and Housen trailing behind.

“You’re really going to help them?” Arroz asked as they walked.

“Yes,” Tang Fang replied without hesitation. In truth, Marion’s house arrest by stemmed directly from him. Though the rebels’ assistance was their duty, he owed them nothing. Still, Marion’s actions had earned his respect, and Tang Fang valued loyalty above all else.

The uprising was collapsing, and no one else but him stood a chance of saving them. Tang Fang wasn’t a man driven solely by self-interest. Every person had moments when their blood ran hot, when pride and stubbornness outweighed logic. For Tang Fang, friendship mattered more than cold calculations.

Living merely for power, strength, or dominance atop others made life hollow. Such pursuits became chains, imprisoning the soul. At his core, Tang Fang was a blend of idealism, heroism, realism, and a touch of pessimism. If he had the means to help someone and chose not to, guilt would haunt him later. Yet even when he acted, questions lingered: Was it worth it? What did he gain?

Humans were contradictory creatures, constantly wrestling with choices while trying to convince themselves of the right path. For now, Tang Fang reminded himself that Marion, , and the others were his friends—a comforting justification.

Besides, ’s group wouldn’t depart for two days, giving him ample time to rescue Marion and his allies. Moreover, the chaos engulfing ’s interior would divert ’s attention at toward ground battles, loosening surveillance on foreign traders—an advantage that would make escaping the Asram star system easier.

“Ready for some action?” Tang Fang grinned at Housen.

“I’m your gun, boss…” Housen cracked his knuckles loudly, flexing his fingers with audible pops.

By the time they reached the lobby downstairs, Housen quickened his pace toward Alma. Ignoring the curious stares of those around him, he slapped her backside playfully and leaned close to whisper gruffly in her ear: “Alma, remind Phillip and that things are unstable around here. Tell them to stay put unless absolutely necessary.”

“And clean yourself up while you wait for me…” With that swaggering declaration—which he clearly thought was suave—he strode out of the living quarters, leaving Alma frozen in place, torn between anger, irritation, and something resembling amusement.

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Somalon’s sprawling production facility for aircraft sat adjacent to the largest airbase of the government forces. Defensive fortifications stretched dozens of kilometers east to west, bristling with radar stations, watchtowers, thermal imaging systems, and warning devices woven together like a spider’s web.

Fighter jets, bombers, and strategic aircraft took off and landed incessantly on the runways. Troops destined for the were being deployed en masse, joining naval and ground forces in relentless harassment campaigns against the entrenched rebel defenders.

Meanwhile, Somalon operated with mechanical precision, meticulously polishing its prized creations as if oblivious to the surrounding turmoil.

From the trading group’s residential area to the airbase lay approximately 300 kilometers. To avoid alerting the enemy prematurely, Tang Fang opted against using underground shortcuts and instead advanced across the icy surface aboard a .

Originally, the trio had planned to infiltrate stealthily, steal research data, and retreat. But with recent developments forcing their hand, Tang Fang decided to go big: destroy both Somalon and the airbase in one fell swoop. This would not only secure the coveted research materials but also relieve pressure on the Arctic front.

His resource count currently stood at 48,760 crystals and 6,500 gas, with 461/1000 supplies. To achieve total firepower dominance and swiftly dismantle the base defenses, Tang Fang added 20 , 20 Hellions, and 20 to the Factory’s production queue.

Resources dropped to 39,260 crystals and 3,500 gas, but his mechanized arsenal swelled significantly: 40 Siege Tanks, 40 Hellions, and 20 Widow Mines. Additionally, bio units numbered nearly a full battalion.

The night was pitch-black, save for faint light reflecting softly off the snow-covered plains, casting a gentle white glow.

Tang Fang halted the Hellion 35 kilometers from the base, stepped out, and opened his powered armor’s visor to inhale the biting polar air. Raising his hand, he summoned 20 Widow Mines onto the snowy expanse. Their crimson laser eyes and blinking identification lights formed a line across the pristine whiteness. Following Tang Fang’s instructions, the mines fanned out left and right, advancing rapidly toward their targets at intervals of two kilometers each.

“Thirty-five kilometers, huh?” Tang Fang glanced northward. Lights flickered atop the airbase’s watchtowers, and searchlights swept across the endless darkness, painting streaks of brilliance into the night sky.

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