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Federation West District, Mangxing, Western Front, Outpost 533.
This outpost is the closest to the area controlled by the Blue Marked People, currently enveloped in an unusual silence. Three days ago, a large-scale mech battle took place, resulting in losses on both sides. According to decades of experience, after such a major conflict, both parties typically take time to regroup. After all, both sides have suffered casualties, and continuing to fight would make it difficult to achieve a decisive victory.
The guards at the outpost serve as the first line of defense on the front lines. Although the tension of battle has subsided, they remain vigilant and do not dare to relax even for a moment.
“Old Bai, who do you think will win the upcoming presidential election?” asked a scruffy soldier when he noticed no activity on the surveillance equipment. He was speaking to another soldier who was cleaning his Phase Gun nearby.
“I don’t care about that; I just want to survive and go home!” replied the soldier known as Old Bai. He appeared older, with deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes as he squinted while wiping down his weapon. According to the usual promotion rules in the Federation, soldiers of his age would typically hold at least the rank of Second-Class Sergeant Major. It was unclear why Old Bai was still performing such a dangerous job as a guard.
The Bearded Sentinel realized he was getting nowhere with his question and understood well enough the implications behind Old Bai's desire to return home safely.
“The biggest event for the Federation in these past twenty years has been occupying half of Mangxing from the Blue Marked People, all built upon the foundation laid by the current president. So for everyone in the Federation, who else is qualified to win?” A middle-aged man emerged from the break room in the monitoring station, picking up where the Bearded Sentinel left off.
“Boss, why are you out here? Isn’t it just me and Old Bai on duty today?” The Bearded Sentinel glanced at his team leader and instinctively asked.
The sentinel's duties had become much easier compared to before; they had military surveillance satellites and omnipresent Nanobots. It was nearly impossible for the Blue Marked People to approach undetected. Thus, this young sentinel felt relatively relaxed, confident in the technological prowess of the Federation.
“Don’t be ridiculous; when Old Bai was serving, you probably weren’t even born yet!” The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow and scolded him slightly annoyed.
“Old Bai, I knew you were setting me up; you’re the one who made me call you that.” The Bearded Sentinel feigned anger but then pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his locker and approached Old Bai.
“Since the captain is awake, let’s step outside for a smoke.” The Bearded Sentinel offered a cigarette to Old Bai.
“No way!” Old Bai replied without looking up, firmly refusing.
"This is our Home Planet's Source of the Sea. It would be a shame if you didn't go..." The Bearded Sentinel seemed to anticipate Old Bai's refusal, and as soon as he finished speaking, he acted as if he was about to leave.
"Alright!"
As soon as Old Bai said this, he stood up and snatched the cigarette from the Bearded Sentinel's hand, only to find that there were only three left inside. He couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.
"Two each! I traded this with Er Gou from the logistics department using my allowance from last month," the Bearded Sentinel said, suddenly nervous upon seeing Old Bai's expression, fearing that even the one in his hand would be taken away.
"It's not good for kids to smoke so much." A hint of a smile appeared on Old Bai's weathered face; perhaps it was only when he had a good cigarette in hand that he felt a little relaxed.
Old Bai skillfully lit the cigarette and took a deep drag, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. Looking at the desolate scene around the outpost, he spoke up, "If he continues to be elected, our offensive against the Blue Seal Empire will definitely become more frequent."
"What?" The Bearded Sentinel was enjoying the sensation of smoke swirling around him and didn't immediately catch on.
"Nothing, just smoke!" Old Bai took another puff but suddenly broke into a violent cough.
"Ugh! This air is really cold!"
Old Bai greedily inhaled the last puff of smoke before extinguishing the cigarette and spitting onto the ground in front of the outpost.
"We should head back!" Old Bai turned to leave but noticed that the Bearded Sentinel was standing still, his expression somewhat frozen.
Having just smoked a few cigarettes, Old Bai felt a bit dazed and impatiently walked over, slapping the Bearded Sentinel on the head.
Thud—The Bearded Sentinel's head was knocked off and rolled down the slope. A neat cut on his neck came into view before Old Bai's eyes.
"Shhh—" With a spray of blood, the young body of the Bearded Sentinel fell forever.
"Enemy attack—" Old Bai instantly understood what was happening, shouting loudly as he ran. But soon, he realized that the scene before him was becoming increasingly blurred, and eventually, he was engulfed in darkness.
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Federation Homeworld, First Military Academy, First Year public classroom.
"This is a battle from the Western Front, where an entire nine-man sentinel team at Hill 533 was wiped out. In a frontline camp behind the outpost, four hundred people were mostly killed in their sleep, with fewer than a hundred captured!" A Middle-Aged Man in Military Uniform was explaining to everyone about a recent piece of frontline Image Data he had just received, his face filled with anger.
"This is an unprecedented disgrace; the Federation has been completely taken down. This is the first time such a thing has happened since the combat began! And it was not the Blue Seal barbarians who deployed a large-scale force to accomplish this!" The man in uniform seemed to emphasize something, speaking slowly and deliberately: "They had fewer than thirty people! And they were all young!"
At that moment, the classroom was displaying silent holographic Image Data captured by surveillance satellites. The students at the First Military Academy could clearly see a team of fewer than thirty individuals appearing like phantoms, swiftly slaughtering everyone at the outpost! Then these individuals vanished again, only to reappear at the entrance of the camp.
In that instant, they defied gravity and rushed into the barracks. What followed was a one-sided massacre; even those who remained alive were intentionally left by the attackers. After all, living captives held greater value for the Blue Marked People.
"Spatial Ability? Martial Arts?" Ye Yu squinted his eyes as he watched those young individuals in their combat gear, murmuring to himself.
Just then, Ye Yu's eyes brightened; he saw a short-haired woman seemingly reprimanding a captive. Although it was nighttime in the video, he could still make out her figure in the occasional flashes of light—it was Huaying, whom he had met last year!
"Is it really her?" Ye Yu's heart raced with shock, but he kept silent. He certainly couldn't let anyone know that he recognized an imperial soldier, especially one who had just brought disgrace to the Federation.
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