Chapter 18 Time and Again
[Antenna] activated electromagnetic interference, covering an attack area with a radius of 5 kilometers. Within half an hour, if it wasn't directly destroyed, [Antenna] would be the absolute ruler here, and no signal could escape its cage. Even if the Imperial Army had more powerful electronic countermeasure weapons, the earliest they could struggle out of their disadvantage would be half an hour later.
A vehicle called [Anger] and six Warrior Pioneers stayed behind to protect [Antenna], while other Single Soldier Mechas had already entered the assault line. As soon as electromagnetic interference started, it was like thousands of galloping horses, and the mechas initiated a collective surprise attack.
The charge of armored combat units on the battlefield had a terrifying momentum. The charge of dozens of Single Soldier Mechas was earth-shattering. This startled action achieved a good effect, with the base sounding the alarm. The sound of Guard Mechas starting up was clearly discernible, and five hundred meters away, charging Federation Mechas launched the first batch of missiles. Fatty always felt amazed when he saw the salvo of missiles; it looked so much like the scenes in science documentaries under microscopes, especially the segment of sperm missiles attacking the ovum fortress—it was spectacular. He kept wondering how those documentaries were filmed, only to find out that it was simulated by computers using real images, feeling deeply deceived and regretful.
Missiles accurately hit the gate and the walls. With the explosion, the gate and the steel temporary walls were blown high up, dust flew everywhere, and the entire wall was blown open to a hundred-meter gap. Inside was the mecha parking area of the guard camp, and Imperial Soldiers wearing shorts were desperately climbing onto their mechas.
How could Fatty let their mechas start up? He was the first to rush up, with his damaged mecha charging forward in a strange posture, like a crazy baboon.
The visible area was rapidly destroyed; such surprise attacks usually didn't meet much resistance. After all, the power of energy machine guns and missiles was enough to make the opponents lie down again just as they woke up.
Two rows of barracks were quickly cleared, and no living person in the parked area could climb onto their mechas. Fatty had a rule in fights, never give the opponent a chance if possible, and he would never relent, crushing them to the end. However, being timid, he always only thought about it in his heart; before joining the army, he had never been in a fight, despite his teeth-gritting efforts to psyche himself up during conflicts, he ended up backing down and resolving peacefully.
"I'm a born pacifist, too merciful. I can't bear to see people bleeding. Otherwise, I would definitely do this...that... extreme gore and violence... Fatty boasted to his friends.
But this wasn't a fight; it was a real battlefield life-and-death struggle. Perhaps because he had killed people while fleeing, he had passed this psychological barrier. Or maybe in war, human psychology changes to different extents; anyway, Fatty didn't see the enemy before him as living beings. When the Logic's energy machine gun swept over the Imperial Soldiers wearing only shorts, turning them into splattering blood and flesh, Fatty didn't feel nauseated or fearful but rather exhilarated, driving a damaged mecha forward into the base.
The artillery fire began to stretch out, with missiles and cannons spreading into the base. Some Imperial Mechas stationed further away finally came out, some were from the patrol nearby, others were the survivors from the Federation Mechas' extended artillery fire. The Federation Army's firepower started being suppressed. As all Federation Mechas had just orderly cut into the base gate and divided into two arrowheads for a deep assault, Fatty collided head-on with the approaching Imperial Mechas.
Twenty to one. Fatty quickly assessed the situation.