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As a result, the situation where several associations joined forces frequently occurred, but a war involving all the elites from these associations had never happened before. One could only imagine how much the current situation had deteriorated.
The Nipoguan suffered a significant blow, and it was hard to foresee the consequences. Behind it lay an open expanse, with key inland strongholds stationed there. This indicated that Nipoguan could not afford any losses. To quell what might be a catastrophic disaster for humanity, troops had to be dispatched to support the three main passes.
Moreover, due to the urgency of the situation, President could only briefly address the incident before leading his carefully selected elite hunters into action. This was an imperial-level Hunter Team, the highest rank, composed of several Old Guys. Each one of them commanded considerable attention when they stepped forward; they were leaders within the association's upper echelons, accustomed to living in positions of power. Events that required their personal involvement were rare in this era.
This Imperial-Level Hunter Team numbered fewer than five across the entire association. If it weren't for this incident, they would likely have remained hidden away. The members of the lower Division-Level Hunter Team were mainly older Star Hunters. This time, the association had nearly withdrawn all hunters.
At the entrance, numerous military pickup trucks were deployed as before, each capable of carrying over a hundred people. Each Hunter Team's Commander received a message on their phone regarding which vehicle they were to board. Once they located their assigned truck, the senior officer inside would serve as their mentor for this operation, and everyone was required to follow his commands.
Freyr and his companions boarded a Military Truck, and surprisingly, their mentor was none other than Hilbert.
He was the overall commander for all teams, and this time only their young team with the least seniority could operate alongside Hilbert. He intended to personally impart some lessons to them, which is why he formed his personal guard based on his own judgment during team selection. Despite attempts by those around him to dissuade him, it was futile; he even preferred to share his experiences through warfare rather than merely selecting some novice teams as his guards. Among the hundred individuals present were also members from two Division-Level Hunter Teams, which was sufficient.
However, as the youngest member among these more senior hunters, he inevitably faced some disdainful glances—not directed at anything in particular.
It was simply due to their age, experience, and strength being inferior to that of others. Despite having exceptional talent, he was still just a kid; hunters were never short on talent.
The journey to Nebo was long, so the truck did not stop along the way and continued onward without pause. Other associations and even forces from the Human Alliance marched in large numbers; humanity had truly invested heavily in this war effort. After three days, all troops gradually converged on Nipoguan, where they came to a halt.
Upon arriving at Nipoguan, the camp was filled with a foul atmosphere; one could smell gunpowder and the stench of infected wounds from injured soldiers. It seemed they had already endured quite a bit during the previous Cosmic Bug War. Even pilots from the Mecha Association had sustained injuries; the scene was quite awkward. The officer who came out to greet the reinforcements could only manage an awkward smile while explaining the situation: it turned out that the bugs were now only thirty kilometers away.
Thirty kilometers might seem distant, but for bugs that could cover a hundred miles in a day, it was merely a matter of hours. Engineers here had been working tirelessly without rest; the Mecha Association had sent an initial batch for support, initially believing things would go smoothly. However, they did not anticipate that nearly a hundred pilots would be lost each day due to casualties in targeted battles—about a quarter of them had fallen or been injured. Some managed to endure their injuries and still fly up again; realistically speaking, about three-quarters remained combat-ready. Among them were nearly a hundred novice pilots facing this scale of battle for the first time—likely feeling overwhelmed despite their determination.
This is also why the atmosphere here is so bleak. It's not that the officers are incompetent; rather, this large-scale biological warfare is unprecedented. Even simulations cannot replicate the horror of such a war. They can only imagine it in their minds, but once it arrives, the consequences are unimaginable.
A hundred types of terrifying insects—it's not just a hundred, but tens of thousands—comprise a biological invasion event formed by a mix of Zerg s. Perhaps due to their overwhelming numbers, they devour forest after forest, leading to a situation where resources are stretched thin, prompting mass migration.
At that speed, even if kinetic energy weapons were used as a trump card, the impact would likely damage the defenses here. If such force cannot eliminate all the insects, just a few hundred could cause significant casualties in important towns. Moreover, kinetic energy weapons are terrifying; over thirty kilometers is far too close, and the personnel here would also face deadly pressure.
If the distance were extended to a hundred miles, kinetic energy should be able to deliver effective strikes without affecting those at the defenses. However, misjudgments and disparities in strength have squandered this best opportunity. Hundreds of mechs have been lost, yet the insects on that side are not entirely unscathed either.
In a battlefield where bullets roar for a minute, biological entities cannot easily withstand such an onslaught.
War always incurs losses; it’s just a matter of which side can hold out until the end to provide some semblance of closure for those lost lives.
“Everyone, regroup. We need to assess the situation here before making strategic deployments.” Following this, several high-ranking officials from the association disembarked from trucks—at least a dozen accompanied the officer into the innermost command tent. Many among them wore chainmail, obscuring their faces.
Aside from that, Freyr and others stopped their aimless wandering after hearing the orders.
However, upon hearing that battle was imminent, they felt a surge of excitement. But then they turned their gaze to the scene around them.
It’s hard to say how long it will take for life here to return to normal; it might take months to recover fully.
As long as they aren’t missing limbs or severely injured, they will still push forward to fight in the end.
Those with serious injuries will be sent to the rear for assistance; however, some would rather return as corpses than be carried away.
Some bodies were never found; they let the flesh and the bombs take a swarm of insects along with them.
"Hahaha, I've finally waited for this! I'm going to take down that Stink Bug!" Xiong Tai shouted excitedly.
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