Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"No problem, Major." Although Sang Zixin was somewhat of a lieutenant as the commander of this small battle group, seeing the major rank on the other’s shoulder, the young officer decided not to make trouble for himself.

Hmm, the key to winning a war seems to have changed in the new era. Soldiers are no longer the decisive force; technological weapons—like these mechas—might become the true deciding factor in future wars.

But Sang Zixin didn’t have much to complain about, since in his view, war is about winning.

And if winning can also ensure the survival of his frontline soldiers, then all the better.

As Sang Zixin’s thoughts wandered, the Immortal Master transformed the muddy road into stone, Sang Zixin signaled the senior soldier company commander to lead the group on the right side, while he took the new recruits on the left side.

The journey was uneventful, except for the occasional Chaos cultists rushing out from the ruins with cold weapons, giving both sides surprises and shocks.

The surprise was that a Chaos cultist’s head was worth a piece of gold; no need to chop, the gendarmerie from the military justice department following behind would help count.

The shock was the Chaos cultists realizing the adversary’s firing sticks could shoot continuously without pulling a gun bolt. Within seconds, a dozen disheveled Chaos cultists rushed out only to fall under the salvo.

As Sang Zixin passed one of the corpses, he kicked it, flipping it over, noticing its clearly Westland features, Sang Zixin spat.

These Westlanders are truly useless. Regardless of which timeline these guys are from, they’re all worthless.