Samsara Space: They're all begging me to heal them one more time.

With a "buzz," relevant information about the mission popped up on everyone's wristwatches.

[Mission Mode: Large-Scale Faction War]

Main Quest: Do Not Break Through the Barrier

Objective: Before the arrival of the Federation rescue fleet (12 hours), ensure that the core beacon of Whiskey Base is not destroyed and that the overall integrity of the base is above 30%.

Failure penalty: All members will be [lost].

[Strategic Location Alert (Key Mechanisms)]

The base's defense system is supported by the following three key nodes; the loss of any one of these nodes will have serious consequences:

1. Area A Fusion Reactor (North): Powers the base’s four twin-mounted heavy plasma gun turrets.

2. Area B - Armory and Factory (West): Provides continuous ammunition supplies to the garrison.

3. Area C - Orbital Communication Tower (Central): This is the guidance beacon. If the beacon is breached, the main mission will fail immediately.

Side Quest: The Kill List

Description: The Federal Military has issued bounties for high-value Zerg targets. Killing different types of Zerg will earn you varying amounts of combat merit, which can be exchanged for ammunition/strategic items/special equipment at the quartermaster.

Upon seeing these complex defensive rules, the atmosphere in the carriage instantly became extremely tense.

"Damn it! They've done another drastic modification!" A seasoned gunman who had seen the original film cursed.

"Whiskey Outpost?! I've seen the movie three times, it's clearly just a dilapidated little walled city with only four walls! How did it suddenly have a reactor and an armory?"

"And that Sector A, the plasma cannon powered by a fusion reactor? Are you kidding me?"

The gunman slapped his thigh in exasperation, "The human forces in the original game used nothing but gunpowder-powered kinetic weapons! Back then, humans hadn't even miniaturized plasma weapons for city defense! Only Zerg would spray plasma! Did Train just sew the Terran tech tree from StarCraft into this game?"

The faces of the other veterans were as black as the bottom of a pot. They immediately saw through the system's sinister intentions: it was forcing the reincarnators to split up.

In city defense missions, map expansion is never a good thing.

This is no longer a simple matter of "holding a single point"; it is a three-dimensional defense war.

"Damn it, we have to guard all three points?" The bald, burly man spat, his face ashen as if he'd swallowed a fly. "This is forcing us to be babysitters for the NPCs! If the plasma cannons stop, who's going to fight off all those flying insects?"

In the corner, even the cold-faced woman had a serious look in her eyes. This situation, involving fighting on multiple fronts and having to rush back and forth to put out fires, was the biggest test of physical strength and endurance.

Only Zhang Yuan pushed up his glasses, and a cold light reflected off the lenses.

The larger the defensive area and the wider the contact area, the higher the monster spawn rate. For him, who possesses the [Divine Tithe], splitting up the defense forces means—multi-threaded mining.

"I was worried that everyone would be fighting over monsters, but now it seems..."

Looking at the group of seasoned professionals around him, whose faces were ashen from being "too busy to be in two places at once," Zhang Yuan felt as if he were looking at a group of contractors who were about to have to hire "outsourced teams" at high salaries due to a shortage of manpower.

"The system is so thoughtful; it directly presented the reasons why we have no choice but to cooperate."

"Qiang, Tao Tao, get out of the car! Get ready to start work!"

Zhang Yuan adjusted the hydraulic valve on his gloves and walked towards the opening car door. What greeted him was the unique heat and strong sulfur smell of Planet P.

"This place is a fortress that others must defend at all costs."

He glanced back at Peach, who, though frightened, had already begun to "cheering on" the slime, and then at the blond-haired man with a fanatical gaze.

"But for us... this is a gold mine."

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"laugh--"

As the last airtight valve opened, a visible heat wave, carrying yellow sand, crashed into the carriage as if it were a solid object.

The air here is dry and rough; inhaling it feels like swallowing a handful of scalding sand, and a rusty, sulfurous smell instantly rises in your throat.

This is Planet P. The Zerg's backyard, humanity's meat grinder.

"Hurry up! Get moving, all of you! Don't just stand around the door like a bunch of pigs waiting to be slaughtered!"

Before everyone could adjust to the harsh environment, a violent roar exploded through the loudspeaker.

A one-armed sergeant major, dressed in a federal standard gray combat uniform and wearing goggles, stood on the platform, brandishing his only remaining mechanical prosthetic arm and roaring at the group of strangely dressed reincarnated individuals:

"I am the adjutant of the 6th Federal Mobile Infantry Division, the 'Hardcore Unit'! From this day forward, you mercenaries who are paid to do things are under my command!"

"Welcome to Whiskey Outpost—though it's about to turn into hell!"

Behind him stood a breathtaking steel behemoth.

The whiskey outpost, which in the movie consisted of only a few dilapidated walls, has now been completely transformed by the train system. A massive circular defensive perimeter has been formed by a 20-meter-high concrete wall, with twin-mounted heavy machine gun turrets and searchlights densely mounted on top of the wall.

On the northern high ground of the base (Sector A), four giant turrets, flashing with eerie blue arcs of electricity, were slowly rotating; these were the "Heavy Plasma Defense Cannons" mentioned in the mission. With each rotation, the fusion reactor beneath its base emitted a low-frequency hum that sent shivers down the spines of the steel plates beneath them.

In the sky, more than a dozen federal transport planes, fully loaded with supplies and troops, were making an emergency landing, billowing black smoke. The roar of engines, the shouts of ground crew, and the occasional chirping of insects in the distance intertwined to form a chaotic yet grand symphony of war.

"Is this the prestige of a D-rank dungeon...?"

Ah Qiang was so shocked by the grand war scene before him that his eyes widened. The immersive and oppressive feeling he experienced was something that watching a movie on a screen could never compare to.

"Stop standing there! Follow me if you want to live!"

The one-armed sergeant had no time to give them a tour; he turned and headed into the base. "The Zerg vanguard is less than five kilometers from here! You only have ten minutes to get into position!"

The reincarnators exchanged glances and quickened their pace to catch up.

Passing through the heavy alloy gate, the scene inside the base was even busier and filled with an atmosphere of despair.

Everywhere were Union soldiers carrying ammunition boxes. Their eyes were numb and fierce, and many of them had blood-soaked bandages wrapped around their bodies, old wounds that had not yet healed.

"Hey! Look over there! Those are characters from the story!"

The sharp-eyed veteran pointed to a group of people not far away and whispered.

Among the group of dusty and disheveled soldiers, several figures stood out conspicuously.

A young lieutenant with a resolute face and melancholy eyes is adjusting his Morita rifle—that's the protagonist, Johnny Rico.

Beside him stood a female soldier with short, neat hair and a heroic air, skillfully using a dagger to pry open an ammunition box—Tizi Flores.

There was also a burly black man carrying a heavy machine gun, loudly telling dirty jokes to the new recruits—"Sweetheart" Wattage.