Chapter 162: Cold-Blooded?
Chapter 162: Cold-Blooded?
Thanks to the real-time 3D images transmitted before him, Lei Yaotian could clearly see the battle unfolding ahead. Red-shelled Mecha Units and blue-shelled Mecha Units were locked in a brutal fight in the space cleared out by their respective Fleets.
A red Mecha Warrior had just split an enemy in front of him using an electromagnetic battle axe, only to get shot straight through the head from behind. The shot completely pierced its skull, leaving no doubt the pilot was dead.
Lei Yaotian adjusted the viewing angle of the 3D display and kept watching.
Three blue Mecha Warriors stood back-to-back, Particle Rifles in hand, relentlessly pulling their triggers. Deadly energy rays shot from their muzzles into the surrounding red Mecha Warriors. Within this small area, the blue Mecha Warriors had been wiped out. These three stuck close together, forming an attack group for mutual support, hoping to kill as many enemies as possible.
Since almost everything around them was enemy red Mecha Warriors, there was no fear of friendly fire. They didn’t need to hold back.
As Mechas were forced into close combat, most stowed their Particle Rifles. Weapons emerged from backs, arms, or legs; close-quarters combat began.
The red Mechas belonged to Lei Yaotian, the blue to Tad. Plus, Lei Yaotian had bought this battlefield zone and added a function: “Own Weapon Power Boosts 50% here.” So, in this clash, Lei Yaotian’s red Mechas were stomping Tad’s blue ones flat.
To make things worse, Lei Yaotian’s Mechas were also far more advanced tech-wise. The blue Mecha count was falling fast.
BOOM!!!
A blue Mecha launched dozens of small homing missiles from shoulder ports, then self-destructed. Nearby red Mechas shook, taking various levels of damage.
But overall, the red Mechas held huge advantage. With time, that gap was widening fast.
Copying Bob, Lei Yaotian raised an arm. His finger touched the floating 3D projection. Ripples spread out.
He gently pulled a finger down. The galaxy image enlarged.
Lei Yaotian kept tapping and tugging at the 3D projection. He quickly got the hang of controlling it.
Lei Yaotian’s Mecha Unit held the numerical edge, but with so many on both sides, enemy breach units slipped past the fight zone. Shields slammed aside! Engines roared at maximum thrust! These lone Wolf-Suites shot like blazing arrows toward Warship defense lines.
Their goal was clear: Close on those front-line Warships! Smash outer cannon barrels! Gash Warship joints!
Bob’s Units—from the Sci-Fi Dimension—knew these Cosmic Warfare tricks cold. They were ready.
They’d kept back a third of the Mecha Unit earlier. These units waited out by Warships. Any enemy Mechas lucky enough to punch through the fight zone faced THESE Squadrons next.
Few Mechas made it past the battle zone. Those that did were battered wrecks. How could they match fresh Mecha Soldiers guarding Warships in peak form?
Before getting close to Warship hulls, these enemies got snuffed out like helpless bugs.
Plus, Bob had prepared defense shields long ago. He ordered all Warships ENGAGE Energy Defense Shields!
So those final desperation blasts? Didn’t even scrape Warship paint.
In 3D graphics, blue dots—enemy Mecha signatures faded continuously.
“Orders!” Bob barked. With this short, sharp clash within grasp, new battle targets snapped sharp. “All Mecha Units scatter now! Skirmish formation! Press enemy Fleet! And lay Particle Cluster Bombs!”
Clap!
A salute from an officer on the command deck—and the command pulsed to Mecha front lines instantly.
Swiftly, Mecha Units deployed. Most charged toward the enemy Fleet position. Smaller units mopped up the last stubborn blue stragglers.
As they advanced, metal shells snapped open on Mechas chests! They spat out fist-sized metal marbles! Tens per Mecha! Soon tens of millions filled that space—a cloud seeded by thousands of Mechas over swath of galaxy.
Then those Mechas didn’t stop. Engines surged. They kept on charging the enemy.
“What are those metal balls?” Lei Yaotian mumbled softly to himself.
“Probably like… mines?” Mining devices buried underground. This kind? Floating in space.
“Particle Mines. Dedicated Warship killers. Ships passing through trigger them. Explosive energy cancelled out Warship shield power. Cuts resistance.” Bob overheard Lei Yaotian mutter and provided a laconic explanation.
“Figured as much. Like land mines.” Lei Yaotian gave silent mental nod. Still… puzzled. Why lay so many Particle Mines out? Bad for enemy, sure. But bad for OWN fleet, too.
So he asked aloud: “Mister Bob, those Mecha Soldiers laid so many Particle Mines back there. Weakening any enemy advance makes sense. But then our own ships can’t pass through that place either?”
Lei Yaotian scratched his head. This really didn’t make sense.
Hearing it, Bob chuckled softly. Stepped beside Lei Yaotian. Sat down.
“Never planned for our ships to go through. Why would we charge? Lure them into attacking US here. That’s the play.”
Bob meant it: No Fleet charge planned. Lure enemy Warships here. Then hit ‘em.
Just then, the Flagship jolted ever so slightly. Movement detected.
“Where we heading?” Lei Yaotian snapped.
Bob glanced at live feed. Answered: “Falling back! Drawing enemies ONWARD!”
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Tad’s blue Mecha swarm? Utterly gone. Space now filled with Lei Yaotian’s red Mecha Warriors zigging high-speed wild patterns. Yet pressure mounted on these Mechas too: Enemy Fleet engaged shimmering Energy Defense Shields!
Weapons carried by Mechas? Hitting those Warship shields was hopeless.
“Open side gun batteries! Across all capital ships! Blast those buzzing gnats!” Eli yelled, face sheet-white. Officers jumped.
Utter rage curdled inside Eli because ALL his Mechas… vaporized. Sure, enemy tech higher level. But outcome? Still incredibly bitter pill.
“Pathetic fools dared send Mechas against OUR Warships? What damage can tiny weapons DO?” Eli viciously watched distant battlefront with cold laser gaze. Hyperdrive shields flexed as command order hit.
Ship after mighty ship along battle lines activated side weapon banks. Key sealed blast-ports snapped open! Warriors equipped in hardened combat gear hauled huge energy weapons to battle-nest positions. Guns clamped tight in stabilizer mounts. Overcharge indicators glowed.
Fire control pulsed: ENGAGE!
Instantly, capital Warships transformed. Great hulls bristling spike-hard points—like metallic porcupines stretched across stars.
The giant main guns lacked pinpoint accuracy for hitting fast-moving Mechas. BUT? The big portable energy weapons firers using side gun ports? That’s what hit Mechas near the hulls.
Think up to thousands mounted port and starboard. Designed explicitly to shred Mechas that get too close.
Instant chaos descended around each Warship.
With shields fully raised, Mechas couldn’t touch the ships at all. Instead? Their soldiers inside counter-shocked the Mecha army! Guns pumped out beam after beam exchanging charges! Huge chunks got blasted clean out above hull surfaces.
Why? Because the handheld energy packs outmatched what Mechas brought—both firepower and energy output!
“PULL BACK!”
Only 60 seconds flashed by and… quarter Mecha force gone! Officers instantly screamed regiment retreat command!
Every Mecha Soldier slammed accelerator handlebars! Thruster power rose to maximum possible burn velocity. Jets gobbled plasma reserves! Shields finally unlocked red for raw speed! Clear intent: Escape NOW!
“Think you can just leave? Just come, just go? Like walking into some market?” Eli snarled coldly, hateful voice piercing static scramble monitors.
Obena leaned over toward Eli. Gruff voice low: “Mister Eli, give order: FIRE heavy cannons now! That swarm retreating? Perfect meat shield! Worried about friendly fire? Well not on our SIDE.”
Perfectly mirrored Eli’s thoughts. Eli nodded intensely. His tactical view barked cold logic: Enemy Mechas retreating formed a temporary barrier at the Fleet front. Until cleared? Opposing side hesitate to launch heavy artillery barrages and risk damaging its own retreating Mechas.
That hesitation? GOLDEN opening for us. Strike hard NOW.
Eli’s mind calculated paths. Not stupid. Shiny opportunity knob. Grab it!
“ALL warships fire HEAVY CANNONS! Rapid-fire cannons too! All big guns: Target enemy Fleet! FIRE!”
Eli waved arms wildly, orders crackling across fleet channel.
“First battle line Fleet: Forward push! Second line: Follow! Transport capital back lines: Match speed! COMBAT BATTLE CRUISE SPEED!” Eli screamed into mic, initiating full Fleet assault profile standard procedure.
“IDIOTS!”
On Lei Yaotian’s Flagship bridge, Bob saw the enemy Fleet crawl forward with obvious motive. Big guns rotation—preparing enormous energy discharge. Full assault prelude! Clearly sure strategy.
“Fire. All systems. All batteries.” Bob’s order fell cold. Utterly expressionless.
Lei Yaotian whirled toward Bob. “But your Mecha Units are still out there!” He had to warn. Had to.
“War means sacrifice… needed sometimes.” Those words stunned Lei Yaotian. Because Bob’s next command? Sent Waves of fire orchestrated across universe targeting vectors. Called thunder gone wild across all command nodes.
That firestorm? Wiped out millions. MILLIONS Mecha Soldiers. Lives. Gone like star dust.