The 72-hour safety monitoring period was finally completed smoothly under the watchful eyes of countless people.
The order to depart has been officially issued.
…
On the tarmac, the massive military transport ship had already started its engines, emitting a deep roar.
The air currents stirred up the dust on the ground, causing the hems of everyone's clothes to flutter.
Zhao Rui, accompanied by a squad of guards, solemnly saluted Li Yuheng and Shu Bai.
"Set up the guide, disperse the sentries! Wishing you both a safe journey and a victorious start!"
Shu Bai was dressed in a brand-new black combat uniform, his posture upright, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.
His face was expressionless; he simply nodded slightly in response.
But deep within those pure black eyes burned a flame that had been dormant for six years, rekindled with a hint of suppressed excitement.
Return to the battlefield.
He had finally waited for this day.
Li Yuheng stood beside him, still looking lazy, but the smile on his lips had faded a bit, and he looked more serious.
He raised his hand in return with a military salute: "Don't worry, Supervisor Zhao, I guarantee that I will bring my S-class sentries to the front line intact and then fight them back in a spectacular fashion!"
Zhao Rui: "..."
He selectively ignored Li Yuheng's choice of words and saluted again: "Board the ship! The flight path has been cleared, and the First War Zone Command is waiting for you two!"
Shu Bai took the first step, and Li Yuheng immediately followed, walking alongside him.
Just as he stepped onto the gangway, Li Yuheng suddenly reached out and naturally grasped Shu Bai's hand.
Shu Bai paused almost imperceptibly, turning her head to look at him.
Li Yuheng grinned and shook their clasped hands: "Tactical coordination, cultivating tacit understanding, and preventing seasickness."
Shu Bai turned her head back expressionlessly, but did not shake off his hand, letting him lead her step by step onto the transport ship.
The hatch slowly closed behind them, shutting out everything in the Third War Zone.
The transport ship took off smoothly, pierced through the clouds, and sped toward the front lines where the fighting was raging.
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First War Zone, Frontline Command Post.
The atmosphere here is completely different from that in the Third War Zone behind the lines.
The air was filled with the stench of gunpowder and blood, a smell that even the most advanced air purification systems could not completely eliminate.
The sounds of alarms, the cacophony of communicators, and the hurried footsteps of personnel mingled together, creating a highly tense wartime rhythm.
On the enormous holographic star map, the crimson regions representing Zerg activity continuously assaulted the human defenses, and the situation was clearly dire.
Led by a solemn-faced officer, Li Yuheng and Shu Bai walked through the busy command post and headed toward the supreme command room.
The officers and soldiers they encountered along the way all looked at Shu Bai with surprise and a hint of barely perceptible expectation.
"Shu Bai... he actually came back?"
"I heard his mental health issues were taken care of by an S-class guide..."
"Control? That's fantastic! The S-class Sentinels are back!"
The whispers were shut out by the heavy metal door.
Inside the command center, an old general, looking tired but still dignified, stood in front of a huge tactical screen.
Hearing footsteps, he turned around, his gaze sweeping over the two people who entered like a hawk, finally settling on Shu Bai.
"Shallow White Sentinel," the old general's voice was hoarse but strong, "Welcome back to the ranks."
Shu Bai straightened his back and gave a standard military salute: "General."
The old general cut straight to the point: "The situation is urgent, so let's skip the pleasantries. The Zerg's new offensive is more intense than expected. They seem to have found a weak point in our defenses and are concentrating their forces to launch a fierce attack."
He pointed to an area on the tactical screen that was flashing red: "This is the seventh defense zone. We need a spearhead squad to push forward, tear apart the Zerg's attack formation, and buy time for the rear to reorganize their defenses. Mission danger level: SSS."
The old general's gaze fell upon Shu Bai again: "Sentry Commander Shu Bai, I heard about your abilities and achievements six years ago. Now, tell me, are you and your guide ready?"
All eyes were on Shu Bai and Li Yuheng.
His pale jawline tightened for a moment, and his pure black eyes showed no hesitation, only a cold fighting spirit.
He spoke, his voice clear and firm: "Ready to serve at any time, General."
Li Yuheng stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Shu Bai, a sharp smile curving his lips: "Where his blade points, my spiritual power will follow."
The old general gave them a deep look and nodded emphatically: "Good! Go to the equipment department immediately to collect the latest combat uniforms and weapons! A transport plane will take you to the Seventh District in an hour! Good luck!"
…
The transport plane suddenly swerved sharply, dodging a ghastly green energy beam shooting from the ground. The pilot's voice came through the communicator, his voice strained: "Prepare for an emergency landing! Landing point outside Sector Seven! The Zerg offensive is too intense; we cannot reach the designated safe zone!"
The hatch opened amidst turbulence and piercing alarms, and the smell of gunpowder and blood instantly rushed in.
"Let's go!" Shu Bai shouted in a low voice, leaping out of the cabin first. The moment he landed, he rolled to dissipate the force, raising his pulse rifle and scanning his surroundings warily.
Li Yuheng followed closely behind, landing lightly. The white peacock spirit flashed past him, its tail feathers shimmering with light, and an invisible spiritual barrier instantly opened.
They landed in a ruin, where human soldiers were fiercely fighting against the surging Zerg hordes from their cover.
Laser beams clashed and danced with the Zerg's bio-plasma, accompanied by deafening explosions, roars, and weapon fire.
"That half-collapsed command post in the southwest! It should be a key point in the defense line," Li Yuheng said.
Shu Bai nodded, said nothing, and quickly moved in that direction.
Li Yuheng maintained a perfect coordinated distance with him, his mental barrier precisely protecting Shu Bai's path of advance, while simultaneously using his mental power to interfere with the perception of those approaching the Zerg.
Shu Bai's combat style is sharp and efficient. Every shot accurately hits the Zerg's nerve nodes or energy core. His high-frequency blades easily slice through the Zerg's hard exoskeleton.
His cooperation with Li Yuheng was almost seamless. The Sentinel's extreme combat instincts and the Guide's all-round support were perfectly integrated. Wherever they went, the Zerg's offensive was halted.
The two men, like sharp knives, tore a hole in the swarm of insects and rushed into the command post.
The situation inside the command post was dire, with significant casualties, but it continued to operate tenaciously.
A lieutenant, his face covered in soot, saw them, and especially when he saw the S-class sentry insignia on Shu Bai's shoulder and the S-class guide insignia on Li Yuheng's shoulder, his eyes lit up with hope.
"You're reinforcements sent from headquarters?!"
"Shu Bai, Li Yuheng. Mission: Stabilize the nodes and launch a counterattack." Shu Bai's words were concise and to the point.
“Great! The Zerg’s main force has been temporarily held back, but their new unit, ‘Beta 2,’ is attacking the eastern barrier. Once it breaks through, the entire Seventh District will be finished! Ling Xiang is over there doing his best to maintain the barrier for the wounded, but we need an assault team to clear out the ‘Beta 2’! Our manpower…” The lieutenant spoke very quickly, pointing to the east.
“Guide Ling?” Li Yuheng raised an eyebrow.
Before the lieutenant could answer, a calm, even somewhat indifferent voice came from the side: "Beta 2's outer shell is extremely resistant to conventional energy weapons, requiring physical penetration or an extremely high-intensity mental blast to attack its core."
Li Yuheng and Shu Bai turned their heads at the same time.
Ling Xuan stood up from a group of wounded soldiers, wearing a medical guide uniform stained with blood and dust.
His face was somewhat pale, but his eyes were sharp. He was channeling the last bit of his mental energy into the mental image of a severely wounded sentinel, trying to stabilize him from the brink of collapse.
In just a few days, the atmosphere of the battlefield seemed to have left a deep mark on him.
His previous cold and rational temperament has been replaced by a sense of power with the smell of gunpowder, and his eyes have also gained a certain "humanity" after having seen life and death.
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