"A wise decision, looking forward to our pleasant cooperation."

"Wait...wait, wait, wait..." Karlo said "wait" several times in a staccato rhythm, as if her mouth was a machine gun. She was genuinely curious if the identity of the black-clad warrior was the same as the one piloting the bio-mecha Revenge Shadow Rider, "Could big brother's identity be...?"

Feng Yi interrupted her, "You keep being beautiful, I'll keep being mysterious."

Click! Heavenly Communication hung up. He didn't want his identity exposed too early. It wasn't surprising that Karlo suspected him, considering that Bruce had seen the bio-mecha. They were all smart people, and it wouldn't be fun if they outed each other.

In a rare show of seriousness, Bruce said, "Luo'er, don't bring this up again, it won't do any of us any good."

"Is Little BuBu afraid of him? Could it be that he really is the Revenge Shadow Rider? Hehe, Luo'er also started to admire the Shadow Rider." Luo'er showed a suitable admiring look; although it seemed a bit fake, it still failed to move Bruce.

"Yeah, I'm really scared; after all, it's the famous Revenge Shadow Rider."

"Hmph, boring."

Feng Yi sneezed, wondering who was gossiping about him. It was no longer important; having a good start was half the battle, and the upcoming rescue from the space pirate would certainly help. As for the authenticity of the deal, he had no choice but to secure his future this way due to his current predicament. The next plan would rely on Noah to infiltrate the two Zeus Shields that Saudi had in Mardis.

He didn't have much time left, so on this full moon night, Feng Yi changed into his imperial military uniform overnight. Once he was fully dressed, he immediately put Noah on his back, looking as sharp as Zhu Bajie carrying his wife.

The sparse light on the Kuchi Prairie seemed to tell the story of a starlit cradle. Feng Yi was not in the mood to appreciate the scenic view on his way out of the Kuchi Prairie and into the Death Desert. The sand that hit his cheeks felt like a drizzle, and the wind howling like a pack of wolves was the only thing that hinted at the nature of the desert.

Even a determined person like Feng Yi started sweating heavily from the rapid movement, "Damn, how can you be so heavy?"

"The human body is made up of 72.39584% water, and my construction certainly can't be compared. Would you like to know more about liquid metal?"

"No time." Feng Yi shook his head, and after passing through the Death Desert, he climbed over two mountains directly. With Noah's guidance, he climbed upwards, and within three hours, the enormous forms of the Zeus Shield were surprisingly only kilometers away.

Looking at the large target, he suddenly felt overwhelmed. It wouldn't be easy to capture a ship from the enemy camp, let alone a Zeus Shield level ship. Even with Noah's help, timing had to be impeccable. Before that, there couldn't be the slightest error in the timelines between him and John.

After thinking it over, Feng Yi decided to observe quietly for a day.

Meanwhile, John, who was in charge of gathering the Freedom Front, didn't sleep all night. He distributed a 2000-strong Flame Team across various locations in the South Central War Zone, equipped with dedicated transportation equipment.

You'd never imagine how efficient a resistance movement can be without modern communication equipment. News spread like a wildfire in just one night...

It went from one to ten, ten to a hundred, and eventually to thousands and millions. Almost all of the Freedom Front moved towards Phantom City...

No one dared to question John, a steadfast pillar of the fight at the Mardis front lines. When they got the news that the Flame Legion was accepting them, anyone who knew - men, women, old people, disabled people, sick people - immediately organized journeys to join.

By noon the next day, more and more of the Freedom Front had gathered in Phantom City. John didn't conceal the truth - he told them the odds of surviving the escape were as low as 30% or even less. But if they waited to die, what awaited them might be worse than death, yet a small number could still escape.

Of course, some people chose to stay in Mardis, such as Takla. That was their freedom; the Flame Legion had no right to interfere.

As the Flame Legion rapidly expanded, backup support was no longer sufficient. Due to resource scarcity, John could only provide food and water to the Freedom Front. Just a full meal brought immense joy to the brothers of the Freedom Front...

The smiles of the children, the sighs of the elderly, the chattering of the women, and the warmth from the brothers became the main focus of Phantom City at that moment.

Looking at this scene from afar, John clenched his fists. He seemed to feel the warmth of a family; he suddenly wanted to have a safe haven - a home. It sounded simple, but for resistance fighters, it was a dream. Now, however, he saw hope and endless dawn due to Feng Yi, the Legion Commander! Boss, John would follow you in this life.

There's warmth because there's cold; there's joy because there's pain; there are reunions because there are goodbyes. While people have their joys and sorrows, the moon has its dark and bright sides and its waxing and waning. Far away at the front line in the Death Desert, a thrilling battle had already begun.

The elder decided to sacrifice himself on the front lines to delay the Imperial Armored Infantry Division.

For him, death was not something to be afraid of. Meanwhile, he wasn't craving death either, but if necessary sacrifices could bring a ray of hope for recovery, even if the chance was slim, he didn't mind serving as a heart tonic for this war.

The elder was well aware that Feng Yi didn't want his soldiers to make sacrifices, so he repeatedly urged him as such. But as an old man in his twilight years, he was too tired. With Feng Yi around, he could let go, he could die in peace, to inspire each soldier with his sacrifice. Sometimes, he didn't know whether it was arranged by God or a twist of fate that Mardis could welcome a variable like Feng Yi...

In the center of the battlefield, the Charger was ahead of the pack, cutting down more than a dozen Imperial mecha in succession. Although the Imperial soldiers also launched attacks on the Charger, their C-device feedback reports made them furious, 'Ricochet, did not penetrate, we couldn't penetrate the opponent's armor...'

Only 20 mecha managed to make a small troop of a hundred retreat… Could the opponent be the elite Red Cloaks?

Obviously, the elder was not a Red Cloak of any kind. However, with his newly learned skills from Feng Yi and the performance of the mecha, once fear began to take root, the chain reaction was frightening. When the first Imperial soldier turned and fled, the end of a battle was already predestined.

Boom...

The first deserting soldier was destroyed by a sniper shot from behind. Before they knew it, this small team of only 17 was surrounded by almost 300 Imperial mecha.

Missiles kept flying in from afar, mixed with machine gun lasers, and blue smoke instantly enveloped part of the battlefield.

Seventeen people raised their defense shields at the same time, "20 Imperial mecha detected at direction C8. 70 Imperial mecha at C5, there are over 100 at C0 direction. We've been surrounded."

"Young men, all of you should go. I'll cover the rear." The elder's voice was incredibly calm.

"If we're going, we're all going together."

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