In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

Zhao Tiejun returned a standard military salute.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the mecha, his gaze filled with shock and fervor.

This tough soldier, who has been fighting on the border for decades, has seen it all.

But the technological creations before him completely shattered his understanding.

"Advisor Su said in the communications, 'Send me the sharpest knife from Great Xia.'"

Zhao Tiejun withdrew his gaze and patted Ye Xiao's shoulder forcefully.

"I didn't expect them to send me a mecha warrior!"

He turned and strode back to the command post: "Come in! Check the battle situation!"

Ye Xiao quickly followed.

Inside the semi-underground command post, a holographic tactical map emitted a ghostly blue light.

The red dots representing the enemy, densely packed, are advancing towards the defensive line at an astonishing speed.

"The situation is worse than expected."

Zhao Tiejun pointed to the red tide on the map, his face ashen.

"These mutated Siberian wolves are as big as adult Simmental cattle."

Their heads look like small armored vehicles! Their bodies are covered with a layer of extremely dense bone armor.

We've test-fired them with 155mm howitzers, and unless they're in the core blast zone, the shrapnel on the edges simply can't penetrate their defenses!

He slammed his fist on the table. "Now we can only rely on heavy machine guns and armor-piercing rounds to take it on by force."

But these beasts are too mobile! Once they charge into the enemy lines and engage in hand-to-hand combat, ordinary soldiers facing them are simply being slaughtered on one side!

Ye Xiao stared intently at the rapidly moving red dots, his blood boiling.

"How long until we make direct contact?" he asked in a deep voice.

Zhao Tiejun glanced at the tactical watch on his wrist, then looked up, his eyes revealing a resolute determination.

"Forty minutes."

"The vanguard, numbering over three hundred, is entirely composed of Tier 2 units."

He stared intently into Ye Xiao's eyes. "Once these beasts breach the defenses, the territory behind them will be completely indefensible. Brother Ye, you'll be the one to bear the brunt of this first and most devastating charge!"

Three hundred second-tier mutated beasts.

No heavy armor division could claim to have taken them down unscathed.

But Ye Xiao did not hesitate at all.

He grinned, revealing a sinister smile full of murderous intent.

"Leave it to me."

After saying that, he turned around, pushed open the heavy blast door, strode out of the command post, and walked towards the steel behemoth.

The engine roar suddenly rose in pitch.

The sternum is closed.

With a clang, the six-meter-tall "Cheng Ying" pulled out the three-meter-long specially made high-frequency oscillating knife.

The blade instantly entered overclocking mode, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

Ye Xiao pushed the control stick, and the mecha strode forward, crossing the trench alone and standing steadily at the forefront of the entire defensive line.

One person. One machine.

Facing the impending beast tide.

"All troops, listen to my command!"

Zhao Tiejun roared through the broadcast system at the base.

"Armor-piercing rounds loaded! As long as the mech tears a breach in the front, shoot down any mutated beasts that burst out from the flanks!"

Click click click.

The sound of countless bolts being pulled back blended together.

Ye Xiao sat in the cockpit, and on the holographic radar screen, the red dot at the edge had entered the visible range.

On the distant horizon.

A strange, icy blue storm, accompanied by deafening howls of wolves, swept in.

The earth trembled, and the tremors were transmitted to Ye Xiao's nerves through the sensors on the soles of the mecha's feet.

"First battle."

Ye Xiao gripped the control stick tightly, his eyes resolute.

The thrusters on the back of the mech burst forth with blinding blue flames.

"Victory is certain!"

Just then!

Three hundred Siberian mutant wolves surged across the frozen wasteland like an icy blue tsunami.

Eight hundred meters away.

Zhao Tiejun gripped the walkie-talkie tightly, his palms sweating profusely.

The mech moved.

A deep blue tail of flame exploded, and the eighteen-ton steel behemoth crashed into the beast horde.

There was no probing.

500 meters. 300 meters. 50 meters.

At the very front, a mutated wolf leaped into the air, its gaping maw snapping straight at the mech's neck.

Ye Xiao's eyes were bloodshot, and his battle blade became a blur.

"Slay! Die!"

laugh!

A sickening cutting sound rang out.

The second-tier mutated wolf, which could withstand even shrapnel from a 155mm howitzer shell, was cleaved in two evenly from head to tail.

Ice armor, bones, and flesh slid apart like a hot knife through butter under the overclocked vibration.

Sold out instantly.

Rear command post.

The accompanying researcher stared intently at the tactical tablet, his fingers tapping furiously.

"Commissioner Ye Xiao experienced a 7.5G overload upon contact! The mech's transmission shaft is intact! The neural synchronization rate is stable at 96%! Heart rate is 120, and all physiological data are normal!"

Several researchers frantically recorded data, their hands trembling.

The front line.

Enraged by the tragic death of their companion, more than ten mutated wolves simultaneously pounced on "Cheng Ying" from all directions.

"Good! Didn't Old Wei want data? Today I'll give you a good beating!"

Ye Xiao burst into wild laughter in the cockpit.

In the trenches.

The soldiers of the 112th Division froze.

Veteran Wang Dazhu's finger rested on the trigger of the heavy machine gun, but he hesitated to press it.

As far as the eye could see, the steel war machine brandished its sword, stirring up a bloody storm in the beast tide.

No mutated wolf could withstand a single blow.

No mutated wolf could stop the mechs.

"This, Company Commander..."

A new recruit swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "Should we...keep firing?"

The company commander opened his mouth wide, and after a long pause, managed to utter a sentence.

"Screw you! Get your fingers off the triggers, all of you! Don't accidentally shoot friendly fire!"

Everyone, keep your eyes peeled and watch out for any mutated beasts that might slip out and escape from either side!

In front of the command post, Zhao Tiejun held up tactical binoculars, his lips tightly pursed.

The operations staff officer beside him was also staring intently at the blood-red battlefield that had been turned upside down.

Three hundred second-tier mutated beasts, a day ago, would have required the entire 112th Division to risk their lives to fill the gap.

Aircraft bombardment, artillery barrage, heavy machine gun blockade, and then a bloody path paved with human lives.

Now, the area ahead has become a one-sided slaughterhouse.

The neural interaction system perfectly transmits Ye Xiao's combat instincts to all joints of the mecha.

Several mutated wolves attempted to flank the enemy.

"Watch my tactical slide," Ye Xiao whispered.

The mech's foot-assisted thrusters ignite.

Its massive body slid three meters across the snow, avoiding the attack of the two mutated wolves.

Turning around smoothly, the left robotic arm extends out with its five fingers spread open.

The mechanical hand, crafted from high-strength steel, precisely gripped the neck of one of the wolves.

"The motor starts at full power."

The mechanical five fingers closed.

"Smash it for me!"