Chapter 13 Special Reconnaissance Battalion
The transport ship landed at the military airport in Kato City. As the hatch opened, Tian Xingjian jumped out; he was the only passenger. This transport ship was responsible for material supplies, carrying some mecha parts and munitions. Tian Xingjian's mecha and luggage were also on this transport ship.
Hundreds of various ships floated in the sky above the airport, mostly transport ships, with a few aircraft responsible for aerial surveillance. In the distance was a space battleship repair dock with four berths, densely packed with I-beam structures. Four gigantic battleships under repair were quietly suspended within the berths, with thousands of workers bustling around like ants, working hard to repair these ships shimmering with black metallic sheen.
Ground transport vehicles and mecha responsible for loading shuttled back and forth, transferring the mountains of materials from the gaping transport ships. These materials would be distributed to the frontlines or other units in urgent need through the Federation's vast and efficient logistics department.
The sound of whistles filled the air as over a hundred signalmen in white signal uniforms waved red and green triangular flags to direct the takeoff and landing of ships and the passage of transport vehicles.
The grand scene left Tian Xingjian in awe. When a country with three star domains fully mobilizes, the power it unleashes is immense. This power does not disappear in its dormant state in peacetime. When it is threatened, this power will erupt like an uncontrollable volcano, impossible to stop. Even if there is a stronger power to counter it, the final result will inevitably be mutual destruction.
This power belongs to every Federation citizen. Perhaps an individual is just a tiny speck of dust in this vast universe, but when millions of people come together to strive for a common goal, this power becomes immeasurable. Over time, the passion contributed by these individuals, whose lives are fleeting moments in the river of time, accumulates. This accumulation has built human civilization and conquered the vast universe.
And I exist among them. This existence will eventually be forgotten, but it will forever be a wave in the sea of human civilization. When death truly comes, is fear of any use?
Since it can't be avoided, facing the grand life head-on may be the right choice.
Facing war, facing life and death, how many people have thoughts similar to mine? What choices will they make? Reality tells me that these people are fighting, throwing themselves into a war to defend the country, ready to give their lives at any moment. Each one of them is a hero.
Perhaps they, like me, also fear becoming floating dust in the universe, or wind-blown sand on the earth. But they still hold their positions, at all costs.
And I have no retreat. The Federation, this country that gave birth to and raised me, doesn't it have something worth defending?