My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit-Chapter 379 - 311: Old Friends, I’m Back (Part 3)

"Give us 30 minutes, and we’ll swap in Scorched Earth Mechanized Soldiers and heavy artillery to support you. The location is right here," 9119 finished, and then all the Rebel Army mechas soared into the sky.

They also needed to return to their own base and call in more allies.

"Let’s go, 5332. We need to get back to the armory quickly. Where have you been all these years? Why was that world invaded by the swarms? Come on, explain while we walk," the Imperial Mecha seemed more anxious than 5332.

Thus, the two sides ceased fighting and began to unite.

Whether it was the Imperial Army or the Rebel Army, the armory instantly went into full operation.

Heavy units and artillery were being rapidly produced, like dumplings, and this time they were even more powerful and intense.

At this moment, inside the Rebel Army’s base, all units began a large-scale mobilization.

They did not need complicated communication or motivation. The units on site only needed to transmit what they saw to others, and in an instant, all units were in motion.

Even though the Fearless War had ended, resulting in many heavy units being abandoned and recycled, they could still muster quantities in the billions.

The entire Rebel Army began switching to heavy units, just like a thousand years ago, strapping on the heavy Scorched Earth Flamethrowers and equipping the nuclear-powered Explosive Bullet Guns.

It felt as if they had returned to the past, back to those hills covered in scorched earth and melting glass.

"9119, we could actually take this opportunity to destroy the Imperial Army’s main force all at once while they’re gathered on that plain," suggested a mecha to 9119 during its preparations.

remained silent.

It knew this was indeed the best opportunity. The full force of the Imperial Army was gathered on that plain, all loaded with Scorched Earth Flamethrowers, making the area a terrifying powder keg.

Just a single Hellfire Missile could cause a chain reaction of explosions by triggering several Scorched Earth Fire Extinguishers, wiping out their main force in an instant.

But...

"187954, aren’t you going to kill the bugs?" 9119 replied.

"I am," the mecha who proposed the cunning plan did not refuse. It only said, "I’m just reminding you they might do the same."

"I trust 5332, just like it once trusted me," the mecha thought nothing more.

It joined the others in the heavy artillery depot, looking at the armored units that had accompanied it through over ten thousand battles on Colonization Star 3.

This unit was covered in the marks of swarm claws and corrosive liquid, rough patches revealing old, scrappy repairs.

Yet, it was precisely this battle-worn unit that bore the scars of a millennium of warfare on that colonized star.

After collecting dust in the depot for so long, it finally picked up the heavy unit once more. 9119 seemed to smile, as it touched the 40-meter-tall, 80,000-ton Scorched Earth Mechanized Soldier, every scar telling of its past glory.

"Old friend, I’m back," 9119 said to the Scorched Earth Mechanized Soldier.

Then it silently stood beneath the mechanized soldier.

In the next moment, the massive mechanized soldier closed over 9119’s more than 10-meter-tall body.

Every joint was perfectly aligned, even after collecting dust for so many years, when this Scorched Earth Mechanized Soldier belonging to it finally merged.

As the nuclear reactor in the Scorched Earth Mechanized Soldier’s chest began to spin, its entire power restarted, the turbines whirred like mad, and the nuclear reactor roared with a piercing and terrifying growl.

The nostalgia seemed to awaken it, as if it had traveled back a thousand years in an instant.

Like back in the old days!

At this moment, this mecha seemed to understand the essence of the Imperial culture’s nostalgic literature of "dreaming of youth".

With the soul link complete, this veteran Fearless Mecha-Scorched Earth Mechanized Soldier model stood on the earth once more!

This veteran, as if returning to its youth, remembered the thousand-year-old scene where it once sat with 5332 atop the charred remnants of the swarm, envisioning a beautiful future.

"Fearless Mecha ATP9119, joining the battle!"

...

Scorched Earth Mechanized Soldiers began descending onto the plain, each armed with Scorched Earth Flamethrowers and Explosive Bullet Guns, mechas over 40 meters tall seemingly armed to the teeth.

Despite their broad footprints, their balance was precise at tens of thousands of tons, and with each move, the ground dented beneath their weight.

In just half an hour, thousands of heavy mechas gathered here; some were from the Rebel Army, others from the Imperial Army, but at this moment, they were back-to-back, rather than at each other’s throats, like in the Fearless War a millennium ago.

It’s not that they couldn’t send more people, but with just half an hour, they could only find nearby armories.

Further away, others were still changing units or hadn’t finished arming them.

However, time waits for no one.

At this time, 5332’s new unit, gleaming as if factory fresh, stood in contrast to 9119’s battle-worn, scarred machine.

The steel plates gleamed fresh, as if the just-applied paint still emitted a strong smell, and the blue-light-emitting nuclear-powered turbines rotated rapidly with no sound.

"Let’s move first. We can’t wait for many more. I’ll set a fixed Teleportation Gate here to that world. Incoming units can walk directly through," 5332 said.