Liu A'dou infiltrated the military, piloting the KG7 he had modified for Zhan Jun, without raising any suspicion. At this point, pretending to be a mecha pilot was essentially suicide, especially with the support troops. They were supposed to assist the Soviet and Japanese armies.
Although it was unclear why, China had not yet seen a Yanglu City landing, and under the request of the United Government, China's military was on its way to provide support to the Soviet Union and Japan.
Transport planes, carrying mechs and soldiers, flew toward Japan.
"Why use planes? It's so unsafe," a fellow soldier whom Liu A'dou didn't recognize complained.
"Yeah, the missiles fired from Yanglu City could cover all of Japan. Aren't we just flying in as targets?"
"Honestly, Japan shouldn't be saved. The Martians are just like the Japanese used to be. Let them fight amongst themselves."
Liu A'dou listened quietly without responding. He preferred to mock and slap faces while cursing; it was more satisfying that way.
However, Mars did indeed resemble the old Japan. Due to a lack of resources, that country had reached its limit and decided to wage war. Mars was the same—they declared war on Earth and carried out meaningless massacres during the conflict, even taking pleasure in killing.
Think about it—300,000 deaths. Even if they were forced to kill, after a few kills, it would have become boring. But those monsters continued for six weeks. That's over a month. Even if they were killing zombies, they'd be disgusted by now. Liu A'dou couldn't fathom how those beasts managed to keep going. It was as if God himself might have wondered if He made a mistake when creating humans. How could there be such disgusting, evil people?
Now, the Martians were the same. They randomly hunted down civilians, indulging in their lowly sense of superiority and honor.
"Keep your voices down. We don't want the Martians to notice us."
"Keep it down? If they're going to notice, they'll notice."
Four mechs, along with munitions, were loaded onto the transport planes, with more than 50 planes taking the risk to fly across the ocean. Although there were complaints, the support troops saw it as their only option. Now the Japanese were part of the Earthling fold, so all they could do was protect them.
"Well, we're lucky. Yanglu City was just above us, so why did it suddenly retreat?"
"Not only did it retreat, it got sliced in half. Countless casualties. It'd be best if that family went extinct. Then there would only be 36 families left out of the 37."
Everyone laughed at the curse. After all, the Martians were trying to wipe out all Earthlings.
Liu A'dou thought to himself, 'The people you should thank are right here.' But even if he said it, no one would believe him.
The base in Okinawa wasn't far now. After the bombing in the United States, Japan's Self-Defense Forces quickly took over the Okinawa base, making things even worse for the U.S.
The transport planes began lowering their altitude. They were now in the danger zone, and if they were detected, there would be only one outcome—destruction.
But the things you worry about most tend to happen.
"Multiple heat sources approaching. It's missiles!" the pilot shouted in alarm. Meanwhile, other transport planes reported being locked onto.
"Deploy the mechs immediately." With the density of the incoming attacks, the transport planes had no chance of evading. "Pilots, get on board now! I'm opening the hatch."
Liu A'dou and the other soldiers jumped into the cockpit, so rushed they didn't even grab their weapons or ammo.
"Deploy!"
The explosion could already be heard. The unlucky transport planes had already been destroyed by missiles. On the radar, more and more heat sources appeared, and now, if they didn't move, they wouldn't get the chance.
The pilots in the transport plane formation showed great courage, not thinking about their own lives, and in the critical moment, they dropped their mechs.
Liu A'dou felt the mechs move, then quickly started falling toward the sea. Liu A'dou immediately manually detached the stabilizers and deployed the gliding wings. The mechs' calves had wings and boosters on each side to assist with short-range gliding.
Without weapons—damn it. The KG7 used rifles, but the ammunition was still on the transport plane, not yet dropped. A mech without weapons was just a tin can.
Boom!
The mech crashed into the water. Some mechs sank immediately. This was war—any small mistake came at the cost of precious lives.
Liu A'dou quickly activated the gliding wings, heading toward the land. Several soldiers around him also successfully stayed afloat on the sea. But they would only have combat capability once they reached land.
"Xingtian 11 calling Xingtian team to gather on land."
Liu A'dou heard the captain's voice, but when he looked around, he realized he was the only one left. "Understood." The people he had been joking with just moments ago had vanished. It was cruel.
Liu A'dou regretted it a little. If he had known, he wouldn't have listened to Ada and stayed by her side. War wasn't a game. This was Liu A'dou's first time participating in a real war, and it was a brutal, one-sided conflict.
Without stopping, he flew straight ahead. Explosions rained down from the sky, sending debris raining like droplets over the sea, creating ripples, then crashing toward the shore. These soldiers were like the splashes of water—knowing full well they couldn't stop the waves, yet still stubbornly blooming on the surface.
The transport planes in the sky were all destroyed, and fewer than 70 mechs remained out of 200. But the attacks hadn't stopped. Missiles veered off course and headed for the sea.
"Spread out! Everyone, spread out!"
But how far could they spread? The missile density was too high. Wave after wave, each with over a hundred missiles. The number of support soldiers was still shrinking.
One of the mechs next to Liu A'dou was hit by debris and exploded immediately, but it was carrying weapons. Liu A'dou thought, 'Nice!' He quickly glided over, scooping up the weapons before they could be submerged.
"Stay behind me!" Liu A'dou raised his rifle and fired at the missiles while gliding.
One bullet destroyed one missile, an incredibly efficient exchange. At the same time, a path was cleared in the missile barrage, and people around him immediately called out to follow Liu A'dou. Some who had grabbed weapons began shooting at the sky, but those who had hastily grabbed weapons were in the minority. Not everyone had the precision of Liu A'dou, who had the Force to predict his shots.
Liu A'dou protected 10 mechs, forming a line that rushed quickly toward the shore.
They made it to the shore, but it wasn't safe yet. They needed to find cover, hiding behind buildings.
Half an hour later, the bombing stopped. By then, only 30 mechs were left, and half of them had been protected by Liu A'dou.
Facing such a crushing defeat, the only remaining major was rubbing his neck. Now, with all communications cut off, they had no idea where to go or where the United Government's forces were.
This was the Yanglu City's offensive—too terrifying. If a Yanglu City landed on their homeland, they couldn't even imagine the consequences.
"I suspect Japan has already abandoned its bases under the attack of Yanglu City and gathered in one location, or they may have fled to the Soviet Union's Russian regions."
The major's analysis made some sense, but were they really here to support an abandoned island? Wasn't that just a death sentence?
What to do? No one knew, so they all hung their heads, frowning.
Liu A'dou knew it was time to give them a goal. "I think we can go to Seed Island."