The Crimson Starfield, the outer perimeter of Martial Star.

The people who emerged from the Eternal Prison had shut down their time-space travel engine and were glaring angrily at the tallest building on Martial Star.

"That's the palace!"

"Brothers, the time for revenge has come! Crush them!"

"I've been waiting for this day for far too long."

The fleet rapidly deployed, tearing through the atmosphere of Wugang Star.

Whoosh, whoosh!

boom......

Countless enemy ships appeared out of nowhere, and the forces of the Eternal Prison suffered extremely heavy casualties.

"Don't panic, everyone! Stay calm, stay calm!" Fei Qiujiu, a five-star early-stage Force expert, was ruthless, highly respected, and a tyrant among villains.

The panicked fighter jets quickly regained their footing and launched a counterattack as a group.

An aerial battle was imminent, and both sides suffered heavy casualties.

Wu Gangxing, the front-line command headquarters.

Chipinmera squinted, "A bunch of lowlifes from prison dare to try and fight the Imperial army? They're overestimating themselves!" Turning to the flagship, she ordered, "Use energy weapons to destroy their flagship!"

"Yes, General!"

The crew typed in commands, and the main ship extended a giant cannon barrel, frantically gathering energy.

On the other side.

Fei Qiujiu sneered, "Did you think you were the only ones with super weapons? Stop hiding your strength and wipe them out!"

"receive!"

Various shaped charge weapons and beam weapons locked onto the enemy's main fleet.

"Activate protection!"

Countless protective shields appeared, causing the entire sky to tremble and distort.

Shortly afterward, the enemy's main ship fired a giant beam of light with a radius of two kilometers.

Almost simultaneously, the prison army also fired a beam of dark light.

The two beams of light collided but did not explode; instead, they emitted a continuous sound of bubbles bursting.

As the final sound rang out, the void shattered, spatial turbulence swept across, and nearby fighter jets were instantly obliterated.

Both commanders looked extremely grim.

"Kill them!"

"Wipe them out!"

The fighter jets from both sides charged even more fiercely, and a chaotic battle ensued...

As time went on, the disparity in numbers and equipment among the prison troops was magnified infinitely, leading to their relentless pursuit and extermination.

"Boss, what do we do now?" asked a squad leader in the prison army.

Fei Qiujiu sighed deeply, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "The vice-captain will provide cover for the main ship. Charge!"

His subordinates hesitated.

"We are too few in number, and we are at a complete disadvantage in air combat. Only by fighting on the ground can we unleash the true power of our Force experts!"

"clear!"

The three auxiliary ships shielded the main ship in the center as it rapidly dived towards the ground.

"Stop them! Stop them!" Chipingmela panicked and personally took control of the main ship to intercept them.

The general was fighting desperately, and morale soared. Fighter jets from all directions rushed in.

"A ruthless contest?" The prison commander's eyes flashed with disdain. "Brothers, let them see what a real ruthless person is!"

"receive!"

The prison's fighter jets immediately dispersed and rushed towards the densest part of the enemy force.

No matter how you attack, as long as the fighter jet doesn't explode, it will fire wildly at you.

Upon approaching, the self-destruct mechanism is activated immediately.

The rumbling sounds continued, and the imperial army suffered extremely heavy casualties.

Soon, the people nearby were so terrified by the killings that they dared not approach the prison army's vice-captain ship.

Fei Qiujiu felt much relieved and shouted, "Brothers, give it your all, we're almost landed!"

The various fighter jet groups attacked even more frantically...

Qi Pingmei suppressed her anger and said, "Wang Weijun, kill them all, no matter the cost!"

"Yes, General!"

A group of yellow fighter jets flew out from the main ship.

Before they even got close to the prison's large air force formation, they had already shot down more than a dozen fighter jets.

The squadron leader's face darkened, and the fighter jet turned sharply. "Brothers, let's meet them!"

"OK!"

More than twenty fighter jets lined up in a straight line and launched a frenzied attack on Wang Weijun.

Both sides were stubborn and neither dodged, relentlessly attacking each other.

Big explosions kept happening.

Although this time was short, it created an opportunity for the main force of the prison army to land, and one transport ship after another landed.

Once all the ground troops had disembarked from the main ship, Fei Qiujiu turned around and said, "Please!"

"Big brother, you just focus on attacking the ground, leave the air combat to us!" Torso, Fei Qiujiu's brother, is a Force three and a half star, an air combat expert, and extremely quick-witted.

He patted him on the shoulder and boarded the transport ship.

Torso took command, a smirk playing on his lips. "You wolf cubs, let me show you what real air combat is. All units, break up into smaller units and fight independently. I have only one order: while preserving your own forces, eliminate as much of the enemy's manpower as possible!"

"Yes, sir!"

"clear!"

"receive!"

......

Ground troops.

"Squad leaders, take inventory of your men immediately!" Fei Qiujiu looked at the tallest building, his eyes flashing with deep hatred. "Donggu La bastard, I'll twist your dog's head off and use it as a chamber pot!"

"Brother, we're fully prepared!" the confidant whispered. "The enemy's first line of defense is ten kilometers ahead. Shall we attack now?"

"Set them up where they are and wait for them to come!" Fei Qiujiu smirked.

The confidant was stunned for a moment, then understood, and gave a thumbs up, "Brilliant!"

The order was given, and the prison army began constructing defensive fortifications...

......

at the same time.

Crimson Mercury and blazing Mars, the two leaders are on their way to Martial Star.

Their marching speed was like that of a snail.

Many soldiers were confused and dared not ask their superiors, so they could only keep it to themselves.

As time went by, their thirst for knowledge grew stronger, and they whispered among themselves.

"Shut the hell up, all of you!" a squad leader yelled, pointing at them. "Haven't you had enough of the whipping? Or are your families too full and you want to starve to death?"

Everyone shuddered and immediately shut up, not daring to speculate on the general's thoughts.

More than an hour later, they were finally able to see the enormous Martial Star in the distance.

Suddenly, Askar's main communicator lit up, and his strategist, Asura, appeared on the screen. "What are you dawdling about?"

"Strategist, it's not that I don't want to speed up the march!" Askar said with a bitter face, looking like he was about to cry. "It's just that the brothers haven't fought in a long time and they're out of practice."

Asura wanted to leap out of the screen and strangle him, but suppressing his rage, he coldly ordered, "Immediately go to reinforce General Qipingmeila. If you don't arrive within ten minutes, you will be court-martialed!"

"Yes, sir!" Askar hung up the communication, a look of contempt flashing in his eyes. "Just a dog, trying to order me around? Idiot!"

The strategist smiled faintly, "General, he wants us to go reinforce, so we go? What will happen then..."

"You're quick-witted, kid!" Askar grabbed the main communicator. "All troops, advance at full speed!"

In less than three minutes, they could see the two sides locked in fierce combat.

Askar suppressed a laugh and cleared his throat. "Contact Chipinmera!"

Communication is established.

Chipinmela looked anxious, but when he saw Askar, his face lit up with joy. "General, you've come at just the right time."

"Really?" Askar tilted his head and smiled wryly. "Just now, the strategist was cursing us for being so slow!"

He had long harbored resentment towards Asura, and his anger flared instantly. He cursed, "That bastard is all talk! The battlefield is ever-changing; what does he know?" Forcing a smile, he said, "General, the left flank is under the most pressure. Could you send reinforcements?"

"no problem!"

"Thank you, General!" Chipinmela saluted. "After we've dealt with all the prisoners in the Eternal Prison, I'll personally host a banquet and drink for three days and three nights!"

"I'll be waiting!" Askar hung up the communication, his smile vanishing instantly. "Send half of the forces to reinforce the left flank, the rest of you follow me! Remember, don't get too close, let the prisoners take the bullets for us!"

"General, you are wise!"

Askar's face was serious. "These prisoners are scourges in various star systems. We must not let them escape from the Crimson Hun Star System. If necessary, we should eliminate them first."

"Yes, General!"

......

As soon as the two armies came into view, the prison army panicked and scrambled dozens of fighter jets to deal with the unexpected situation.

"Form ranks and seal off the surroundings!"

The fiery Martians lined up in a row, completely controlling the nearby sky.

This left both sides completely bewildered.

"Are these people here to help, or to cause trouble?" The commander at the forefront of Wu Gang Star frowned slightly.

"They must be here to help!" the confidant said, pointing to their insignia.

"Let's hope so!" the commander sighed, then immediately contacted the commander of the Martian fleet. "Sir, let's coordinate an attack from within and without, and wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Bai Cang asked, his eyes half-closed, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Your subordinate wouldn't dare!"

"Hmph!" Bai Cang glanced at him. "I was originally thinking of sending reinforcements, but since you like giving orders so much, I'll give you a chance to show off! I'll beat the drums for you and wait for your triumphant return!"

The commander of the Martial Star was internally screaming with frustration, but dared not utter a sound. "Sir, this...this is probably not appropriate, is it?"

"Show the courage an Imperial soldier should have, kill them all! Go! I believe in you!" Bai Cang hung up the communication and laughed like a pig.

Everyone burst into laughter.

On the other side.

Qipingmera had just received news from the front lines and was so angry he wanted to kill someone. Suppressing his rage, he ordered, "Contract your formation and lead the prisoners to charge towards where they are guarding. I refuse to believe that they won't pursue the enemy when they attack them."

"Yes, General!"

The forward commanders immediately adjusted their deployment, which reduced the pressure on the prison army, allowing them to launch a counterattack.

Boom!

The explosions continued, and the Imperial Army's fleet of warplanes was rapidly dwindling.

With morale significantly affected, trying to stop the wolf-like prison army was tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

"General, what should we do? What should we do?" the confidant cried out in panic.

"Ugh, these empire's parasites!" The forward commander was heartbroken, a look of helplessness flashing in his eyes. He sighed several times, then suddenly turned around. "Everyone, follow me and charge straight ahead! Kill as many as you can!"

He wanted to die in battle, but his men were unwilling to die with him, and many did not carry out his orders.

The commander glanced at the communication screen and laughed maniacally, "A bunch of cowardly rats! Fine, fine, if you're unwilling to serve the Empire, I'll do it!"

The fighter jet was powered to its maximum and crashed into the densest part of the prison army...