A fierce battle unfolded on the turbulent sea. The flamethrowers were the first to unleash their might, blazing tongues of flame whistling from their nozzles. The blazing flames, like angry dragons, lunged at the mutants with bared fangs and claws. The flames illuminated the dark sea, illuminating the waters a brilliant crimson. Each flame carried an extremely high temperature, instantly boiling the water wherever it passed, sending vast billows of white steam rising. Meanwhile, the electromagnetic cannons were not to be outdone. Powerful currents gathered within their barrels, erupting instantly. Blue electromagnetic beams pierced the sky, hurling themselves at the enemy with destructive force. The electromagnetic cannon's beams, dazzling like lightning, intertwined with the flamethrowers' orange-red glow. The electromagnetic beams pierced the seawater, creating intense arcs of electricity that made the surrounding water conductive, sending the mutants twitching upon contact. The collision of the flames and electromagnetic beams produced a dazzling spectacle. The electromagnetic force twisted and stretched the flames, forming bizarre shapes, resembling a mysterious light from another world. The electromagnetic beam, enveloped in flames, grew even brighter, like a gem embedded in a blaze. This brilliant light illuminated the entire battlefield, illuminating the resolute faces of the people. Under this radiance, the hideous features of the mutant creatures became even more distinct, and the people's resolve to defend their homeland grew even stronger.

In this brutal battle, men fell in the gruesome carnage at every turn. A young soldier, valiantly firing at the mutants, was struck by a sudden attack from a massive crab claw. Blood stained the sea beside him, yet his eyes held a trace of fear until his last moment. An elderly gunner, paralyzed by the mutant's venom while manipulating his artillery, summoned a final dregs of strength to squeeze the trigger, securing the crucial blow for his comrades. Casualties continued to fall, and grief permeated the hearts of the people, yet they remained steadfast. Each knew that behind them lay their final home, their very existence, and there was no retreat. Witnessing these scenes of separation and death, Xiao Yi felt a thumping hammer hammer down upon his heart. Yet, the pain did not falter; instead, it only strengthened his resolve. His eyes bloodshot, he roared as he directed the battle, his voice hoarse but powerful: "Brothers, sisters, we cannot retreat! Our homeland is behind us. We must fight to the end, for the living, for the dead!" An unquenchable flame burned in his heart, a deep attachment to his homeland and a determination to protect it. No matter the cost, no matter how powerful the enemy, he would defend this land and prevent the mutants from trampling on their last pure land. Inspired by Xiao Yi's unwavering belief, the people's fighting spirit rose even higher. Their roars resounded through the sky, intertwining with the roars of the mutants, forming a war song that shook the world.

After a grueling and thrilling battle, they finally repelled the mutants' frenzied attack. The battlefield was thick with smoke, and the sea was stained dark red with blood. Xiao Yi and the survivors were exhausted, but their eyes gleamed with triumph. As they watched the mutants recede, their tense nerves finally relaxed, their bodies drained of all strength, and they collapsed to the ground. However, they didn't have time to rest for long. Xiao Yi forced himself to stand and called on everyone to begin rebuilding their homes. The injured were carefully carried into the makeshift medical shelter, where the medical staff, regardless of their own fatigue, immediately plunged into the intensive treatment. Among the ruins, people began to clear the wreckage, searching for usable supplies. Their hands were scarred and bloodstained, but they remained determined, lifting heavy stones and metal fragments one by one. The men rebuilt houses and fortifications, sweat pouring down their bodies, their tools constantly rising and falling. The women busied themselves caring for the wounded, preparing food, and providing logistical support for the reconstruction effort. The children also graciously helped pass tools and small items, sharing the burden of reconstruction on their young shoulders. The mobile base, once ravaged beyond recognition, was gradually restored to life through everyone's joint efforts. New houses gradually rose, and defensive facilities were continuously improved. Throughout the reconstruction process, Xiao Yi always held hope for the future. He organized a meeting to discuss and plan the direction of the base. They decided to strengthen research on mutants to find more effective defenses and countermeasures; at the same time, they would develop agriculture and industry to make the base self-sufficient and no longer dependent on the outside world. Day by day, the mobile base gradually regained its former prosperity. Smiles filled people's faces again, and children ran and played happily on the newly built playground. Although the pain of the past had not yet been completely erased, their hearts were filled with longing and faith for the future, believing that after this ordeal, they would be able to create a better tomorrow.

The mobile base was devastated after the fierce battle with the mutants. Huge cracks appeared in the once-sturdy protective walls, like hideous scars, testifying to the ferocity of the battle. Most of the buildings collapsed, with broken bricks and twisted steel beams strewn across the ground in a devastating mess. The once bustling streets were now deserted, littered with the debris and damaged equipment left by the battle. Public facilities were also largely damaged, and water and electricity supplies were intermittent, causing great inconvenience to the people. Yet, despite the devastation inflicted on the mobile base, the people's resolve remained, like steel tempered by fire, becoming even stronger.