Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 134 Great Xia...Are they insane?

This iron army, like a sophisticated war machine cruising across alien lands, advances at a steady pace.

Any demon that appears within its detection range, whether running on the ground or flying in the air, will be met with devastating firepower the moment it is detected.

The army didn't even bother to stop and tally up their spoils.

In the face of overwhelming firepower, confirming the results of a battle is meaningless.

Kyle and Elder Muyu went from initial shock to eventual numbness.

With each roar of cannon fire, they knew that another demon race, some unknown distance away, had suffered.

They were used to knights charging on horseback, to mages chanting spells, and to the fierce, bloody battles where two massive legions clashed on the plains.

They were used to... warfare within sight.

However, the way the Xia people waged war completely overturned their understanding.

This doesn't look like a war.

It was more like a show of force on the continent of Terra, with the demons as the target.

"Kyle," Elder Muyu said with a wry smile.

"I feel that... the Great Xia is not on a military campaign, but rather on a hunting expedition."

Kyle remained silent, lost in thought.

He just stared silently out the window.

The soldiers who marched in orderly steps and followed the armored vehicles silently never even raised their guns.

Apart from lunch breaks during marches, these soldiers seemed tireless.

If Lin Mo hadn't said it was because of the exoskeleton, he would have doubted whether Lin Mo's earlier claim that the Great Xia people were physically weak was true.

As the crimson sunset over Terra sank below the horizon, the army finally came to a halt.

After nearly ten hours of high-intensity marching, even soldiers wearing individual exoskeletons felt exhausted.

Their combat uniforms were already soaked with sweat, and their breathing was heavy like bellows, but the formation remained as straight as a pine tree.

Long Zhan glanced at the sky and the distance traveled on the map, and arrived at the first area suitable for the army to rest.

Therefore, the order was issued through the command system.

"Order the entire army to halt its advance, establish a circular defensive position on the spot, and set up camp."

"yes!"

Once the order was given, the entire army began operating efficiently once again.

"Boom!"

One hundred main battle tanks and over one hundred infantry fighting vehicles quickly dispersed, all facing outwards, forming a huge circular steel defensive line, with the muzzles of their cannons and machine guns gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.

The engineering corps followed closely behind, quickly deploying automatic sensing mines and unmanned sentry machine gun turrets around the perimeter of the position.

The soldiers then began setting up campsites, and square inflatable barracks quickly took shape on the open ground.

Smoke rose from the field kitchen vehicle, water purification vehicles worked along the riverbank, and the rich aroma of food began to waft through the camp.

The whole process was orderly and the teamwork was excellent.

In less than an hour, a heavily guarded and fully functional temporary military camp was erected.

Kyle and Elder Muyu stepped out of the car and looked at the brightly lit and orderly scene before them, completely losing the ability to speak.

"Whoosh—"

Kyle sniffed, the air smelled sweet, and turned to exchange a glance with Elder Muyu.

Their eyes conveyed the same message.

It was time for their favorite part of the day: the mealtime.

As night fell, the camp's bright lights illuminated the surroundings as if it were daytime, creating a stark contrast with the dark wilderness.

......

Antarctic Eagle Kingdom, the City of Freedom, the Underground City.

The air in Consul Mars's office was heavy and oppressive.

The intelligence chief stood in front of his desk, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"explain."

Mars's voice was low, and he was in a bad mood.

Da Xia's recent actions have made him increasingly irritable.

"Sir, the Great Xia...they've gone mad." The intelligence chief's voice was dry.

"We have confirmed that they are producing space rockets at full capacity during this period."

Mars frowned.

"Space rocket?"

"Yes, the Long March 11 rocket, with speeds that were previously unbelievable." The intelligence chief quickly swiped the tablet in his hand.

"At the same time, their ammunition production lines are also operating at full capacity."

"The cubic nitrogen bombs we mentioned earlier are being produced and shipped out continuously."

Mars stood up and paced back and forth in his office.

He connected these crazy actions, and a terrible guess took shape in his mind.

"Space colonization..." he murmured to himself.

"Did they master space colonization technology?"

He stopped and looked at the intelligence chief.

"That's right! They want to build a space city, or even colonize the moon and Mars, before Earth is completely destroyed!"

"These rockets are for transporting supplies and personnel, while those weapons are... to prevent us from stealing the ship tickets."

This conclusion sent a chill down his spine.

If that's the case, then Great Xia is already prepared to be at odds with the whole world.

"No, sir, that's not the case." The intelligence chief immediately denied his guess.

"According to the intelligence that our informants risked their lives to bring back, these rockets do indeed have launch missions, but the target is not to transport building materials, but rather... to launch satellites."

"Satellite?" Mars frowned.

"Yes, a very strange satellite."

"They were all made to order urgently, with unknown purposes and their technical parameters kept completely confidential."

"Whether it's rockets or satellites, the military is in a great hurry, as if something is chasing them."

The intelligence chief projected a satellite image into the air.

In the picture, a long steel dragon composed of countless heavy trucks stretches endlessly along the highway in the night.

"These are the transport routes from Bactria to the Arctic."

"All the munitions, rockets, satellites, and massive amounts of supplies produced were transported to their military base in the Arctic."

"The quantity is staggering. Our analytical models estimate that the cubic nitrogen munitions already transported there are enough to plow through the entire Antarctic continent."

"Fuck!" Mars cursed, and asked:

"What about that base? Are our moles there?"

"Yes, but completely silent."

"The level of secrecy this time in Da Xia is unprecedented. The moles we planted inside the base have completely lost contact and their fate is unknown."

"We were unable to obtain any inside information."

Mars stared silently at the long steel dragon, a sense of powerlessness from being kept in the dark fueling his anger.

"Sir, there are two more... more important pieces of information." The intelligence chief's tone became even more serious.

"explain."

"First, regarding biotechnology."

"We have discovered that a group of national treasure-level scientists and meritorious veterans from Daxia, who had long since retired, have recently reappeared in the public eye."

He released several comparison photos.

On one side are old photos of these elderly people, their hair gray, sitting in wheelchairs basking in the sun.

On the other side are their recent photos; although they are still old, their hair has turned black and they are in good spirits.

She looks at least twenty years younger!