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Chapter 181: The Final Battle of Krotan (Part 8)

Damn it. Why? Where the hell did these things come from?

"Advance, advance! What are you standing around for? Keep moving! Once we break through to the rebel frontlines, we won’t have to worry about this anymore!" The commanders of each unit shouted hoarsely, relaying orders from above.

"Yes, yes, they wouldn’t dare kill their own people," muttered the soldiers as the chaos slowly subsided. They resumed their advance toward the missile base, though this time with a much looser formation due to the earlier catastrophe.

The missile base covered an area of over a thousand square kilometers, with a front line stretching hundreds of kilometers. Once formations were dispersed and unit spacing widened, the effectiveness of the Widow Mines would be severely diminished.

This was something both the government command and Tang Fang understood. After expending the initial 17 Widow Mines, Tang Fang had replenished them with another 17 but refrained from deploying them immediately. After all, Widow Mines were single-use weapons—he had to weigh their cost-effectiveness carefully.

Meanwhile, the battle at the frontline intensified. Rhino tanks charged forward despite being suppressed by cannon turrets and Siege Tanks. Anti-tank missiles and 125mm shells exploded along the edges of the trenches, sending up clouds of mud, water droplets, and gravel that splattered against marines and marauders, coating them in a grimy yellow.

Some long-range missiles rained down around the Siege Tanks, their shrapnel pinging loudly against the armored exteriors. On the rebels’ side, every weapon system was active—machine guns, rapid-fire turrets, cannon turrets, short-range missile launchers, even the —all unleashing barrages of guided shells and missiles into the enemy’s rear lines. Infantry caught in the blasts were flung spinning into the air before crashing back down with sickening thuds.

Some had lost legs, others arms; some were torn apart by shrapnel, their armor pierced and chests slashed open, spilling blood and entrails across the ground. Others had their heads blown clean off, their brains spilled onto the blood-soaked earth—a grotesque sight that made onlookers retch.

Anti-tank missiles punched gaping holes into the Rhinos, flames roaring as thick smoke billowed out. Drivers inside were first killed by the shockwaves, then roasted into charred corpses, their bodies emitting an acrid stench.

Death continued unabated, blood flowed freely, screams mingled with gunfire, and the sky seemed dyed crimson. The outer perimeter of the base resembled a living hell.

The Marines began to suffer casualties—victims of the machine guns mounted on enemy vehicles. There were simply too many of them. Even with the support of various turrets, Siege Tanks, Marauders, and Hellions, it was difficult to suppress the government forces’ advance.

Even the heavily armored Marauders and Firebats sustained injuries under the enemy’s anti-armor fire. Without the healing efforts of the medics and Medivacs, the bio-unit forces would have been cut in half by now.

In just over twenty minutes, the battlefield situation had deteriorated to this extent. A , after enduring hundreds of machine gun rounds, was struck consecutively by three anti-tank missiles. Its armor finally gave way, erupting into a fiery explosion. Its four tires rolled away like detached limbs.

Another high-explosive shell detonated nearby, piercing the fuel pack of a caught in a cluster of infantry. The containment field failed, and the plasma went berserk. With a deafening boom, jets of electric plasma sprayed outward like fireworks. The dozen or so soldiers surrounding the Firebat didn’t even have time to scream before they were instantly incinerated, reduced to molten iron that pooled in the newly formed craters.

For this assault, the government forces hadn’t just committed all of their troops—they’d also deployed experimental weapons. Special operations units brought and , assembled and deployed via engineering vehicles. Large reconnection cannons and exorbitantly expensive targeted the missile base’s electromagnetic railguns and super plasma cannons.

Faced with such a complex battlefield, even the Siege Tanks couldn’t avoid taking damage. One, two, three… By now, five siege tanks had been damaged and forced out of action, two of which were obliterated outright by proton missiles that evaded anti-air defenses.

Nine of the forty Hellions were lost, a quarter of the 250 Marines were dead, twelve heavy units—including Marauders and Firebats—had fallen, and even five Medics had perished.

The bulky Medivacs became prime targets for the government forces. However, thanks to their excellent mobility and Tang Fang’s special attention, two heavily damaged Medivacs were pulled back into the system space for repair by SCVs.

The battle had reached a fever pitch. Rebel and government infantry clashed repeatedly in key areas of the frontline, exchanging control in brutal, back-and-forth fighting. Casualties mounted, and the Medics and Medivacs worked tirelessly.

The rebel frontline consisted of only 15,000 soldiers—less than a tenth of the government forces. Yet their defensive line stretched far, held together largely by the automated defense turrets at the base’s edge. Without them, the enemy’s armored divisions would have already broken through, bringing the fight directly to the missile base itself.

Tang Fang replaced all combat losses with new Medics, but even so, the rebel forces continued to dwindle. Missile attacks from the sea showed no sign of stopping, and aircraft from ’s airbases were en route to reinforce the Arctic battlefield. Twelve of the 150 Vikings had been shot down, while the enemy had lost over 140 aircraft, including armed shuttles, fighters, assault planes, electronic warfare craft, bombers, and . Additionally, countless drones had been obliterated by MT50 Lanzel rockets. Still, despite the Vikings’ prowess, they were gradually overwhelmed by the endless waves of reinforcements arriving to bolster the enemy ranks. The aerial battlefield stretched from the base all the way to the coastline.

Missiles launched from the and various vehicle- and ship-mounted systems collided with interceptors, generating thermal radiation that cleared away clouds within a thousand-kilometer radius. Thick, choking plumes of smoke blanketed the sky.

Occasionally, some warheads pierced the anti-missile defenses, landing around the base to either obliterate masses of infantry or overturn military installations. Flames painted the sky red, heat melted the snow, and bodies littered the frontline battlefield…

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