13 Special Scouts Battalion (1/2)

The transport ship descended down on a military airport within Cato City. As the door opened, Tian Xing Jian jumped out of it. He was the only passenger on the ship. This transport ship was used mainly to transport supply, bringing with it several Battle Mecha parts, weapons, and ammunition. Tian Xing Jin’s Battle Mecha and his luggage had similarly been sent here via the ship.

In the sky above the airport, there were hundreds of different types of flying ships. With the bulk of them being transport ships,the remaining were fighter planes that stood guard in the air. In the distant sky, there were also several space warships under maintenance in the dock. The dock had four banks with densely built I-beams clustered together. Currently, four of the gigantic warships were silently floating in suspension on the banks as they were being repaired. The thousands of employees were akin to ants as they hurriedly repaired the ships glowing in ferrous metals.

On the ground, there were many transport vehicles and Battle Mechas responsible for transporting supply, moving to and fro as they unloaded the huge piles of supply from the transport ship. These supplies would then be processed through the Federation’s huge but efficient logistic department and sorted out carefully before sending them to the individual groups who needed them the most.

Whistling sounds could be heard. Upwards of hundreds of signallers clothed in white were currently dancing with the red and green triangular flags in their hands, signalling the descending and rising of flying ships as well as the traffic of transport vehicles.

This enormous scene amazed Tian Xing Jian. Once a nation that had at least three Starfields fully reorganized its troops, the nation’s power would explode out greatly. This sort of power did not, in fact, deteriorate because of peace. As it was being threatened, this type of superpower would just be like a volcano, uncontrollably spurting out lava that was unblockable. Even if the opposing power that contended against the nation was much stronger, the end result would only be mutual destruction.

This type of strength came from every single citizen of the Federation. Even if a single person might be just a speck of dust in the vast cosmos, when thousands upon thousands or millions upon millions of people gather together to fight for the sake of a single goal, this type of power would qualitatively change, making it truly hard to assess. And time would also bring the passion and lifework of these people together as if it was a Dutchman’s pipe, accumulating before finally turning into a civilization that conquered the universe.

As for him, he was similarly just an existence within this entire population. He would definitely be forgotten by everyone in the future, becoming just a drop in the ocean of human civilization. When death truly came, would being terrified of it be of use?

Since he could not return, then surging forward in his life with great momentum would indeed be a good decision.

Tian Xing Jian did not know how many people would have similar thoughts as they fought the war while facing death. He wondered what decision they would make. For him, reality had clearly shown that these people would be duty-bound to not surrender, sacrificing their lives for the sake of their nation. Each and every one of them were heroes to him.

Maybe, they were just as afraid of dying as himself. Afraid of becoming just a speck of dust floating in the cosmos, afraid of becoming the ash on the ground. But in the end, they would continue to hold onto their positions and not care about all else.

He himself had no route of retreat. The Federation was the nation that gave birth to him and nurtured him to who he was today. Since that was the case, would there be anything not worth defending?

What kind of thing would this be? Was it that beautiful girl in his memory whom he was secretly in love with, giving him a smile? Or was it the swing that was already corroding from his childhood — the swing that caused him to cry a river of tears when he fell off? Or maybe, it could be the poor mother who was agonizing in pain after seeing her brave and young soldier die on the television... It was time for him to stop running. Having escaped 21 times within half a year, that sort of despair was not something he would want to taste again. It was time for him to forget the decision between life and death. This question would never have an answer. In the end, destiny would reveal itself, and before it revealed itself, what he needed to do was to integrate into this great era.

Three hours later, Fatty drove that damaged Battle Mecha termed as [Logic] towards the 16th Division of the ground-based Aviation Squadron.

This was a military base southwest from Cato City. There were anti-radar and interference waves pervading the entire base. Should a satellite take a picture of this location, all they would gain was a pitch-black photograph.

Tian Xing Jian passed his electronic soldier identity tag to the guards at the gates. After a minute, he was granted access to the base.

After passing by the barracks of the guard that had various types of Battle Mechas stored within them, this seemingly crumbling Battle Mecha attracted the attention of everyone who passed by. Many female soldiers could not help but cover their mouth in giggles after seeing this.

Fatty’s expression did not change. He deliberately moved his Battle Mecha on, making it seem as if it was really hard for the mecha to move its legs. But in reality, after seeing the beautiful female soldiers, this chap had long jumped down with a smile before faking that he did not know his directions.

When he was about a hundred meters away from the scout battalion, Fatty suddenly saw a beautiful female soldier with a wonderful figure. He went up to her with a silly smile and continued with his technique of asking for directions while, in reality, hitting on her. Yet, this beautiful woman was not as polite as the others who he had passed by earlier on; she gave him a cold like of apathy.

Fatty thought, “Alright, you are trying to ignore me is it? This father will continue to play with you.”

This chap had an innate gangster temperament when he was born. He was the paragon that embodied wretchedness, vulgarness, despicableness, and shamelessness. What he loved to do all day long would be to pick quarrels with someone precisely because he had nothing to do. His face was so thick-skinned that he did not hate such trouble at all, unless it was the violent female wolf Milan of course. There had still been no woman in this world who could leave without having been taken advantaged of by Fatty.

Adding on, Fatty hated people who found it disdainful to talk to others as if they were above everyone. In his eyes, regardless of who it was, if theyacted like a b****, he would definitely beat them down.

The cold, apathetic female soldier had been pestered endlessly by this chap to the point that she could no longer avoid him. Gritting her teeth, she drew a picture of the map in detail, explaining the location for half a day before letting out a breath of relief after seeing the spiteful fatty have an expression of understanding. Yet, she then heard the fatty ask the question, “I still don’t understand. How can I reach that place? Is what you drew even a map?”

Several surrounding soldiers laughed so hard that they swayed to and fro. In their hearts, they were laughing and scolding this fatty, for he was truly not human enough.