Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Battle of Yixieqi (Happy National Day!)

Great Xia, front-line position.

An immense, large-scale fortification stretches across the central mountains of a unique terrain, dividing the vast landscape into two.

On one side is the camp occupied by human Spirit Contract Masters, arranged like small hillocks in neat rows, with a constant flow of Spirit Contract Masters and Contracted Spirits heading to the fortification, while many injured Spirit Contract Masters are withdrawn and sent back to the camp.

Large transport ships arrive from the rear, their reverse-thrust stabilizers spouting pale blue exhaust, kicking up a veil of ash.

One by one, young Spirit Contract Masters with youthful faces but solemn expressions swiftly disembark upon landing, quickly adjusting and engaging in battle mode.

Severely wounded Spirit Contract Masters and Contracted Spirits are sent back on the now spacious transport ships, which ascend again without delay, heading back to the rearguard field hospital.

On the gigantic fortification,

hundreds of thousands of heavy cannons engage in intermittent attacks, fighting in overload status, with their barrels heated to a scorching red.

Terrifying energy beams tilt, slicing through the battlefield in all directions.

Countless combat glows intermix in the large meat-grinder-like battlefield, as different Combat Spirit Contract Masters and their Contracted Spirits engage fiercely with the enemy.

On the other side is the extensive line of elite Snake Race.

This time, facing off against the First War Zone’s main force, the Yexieqi Race.

The main force of the Snake Race on the battlefield consists of those enormous serpentine creatures, often spanning hundreds of meters!

They slither over the terrain and mountains as if on flat ground, with every giant Yexieqi snake from the Yexieqi Snake Race bearing innumerable smaller snakes, surging into the battlefield like a dark tide, clashing fiercely with human Spirit Contract Masters!

Rivers of blood, mountains of bones.

This massive battle has raged on for a full two months.

Over a month ago, Wei Qing, the chief commander of the First War Zone, returned, and under his leadership, the human race’s positions, long locked in stalemate, advanced hundreds of miles forward.

The peculiar topography of this mountain range was created by the powerful Spirit Contract Masters of the First War Zone using their innate abilities to move mountains and fill seas!

The colossal fortification serving as the first critical defensive line here has also absorbed a massive amount of effort from Can Shang Technology, constructed with cutting-edge materials and weapons.

Defending this perilous position forms a pass.

According to historical records, this area once belonged to the Jade Gate Mountain, so this giant fortification is also known as “Yumen Pass”!

This several-month-long large-scale battle was ultimately recorded as the “Battle of Yixieqi”!

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Battle of Yixieqi, Yumen Pass, East and West direction, Camp No. 97.

Due to a large portion of the elite Yexieqi Snake Race being drawn to the front battlefield, the intensity on the flank battlefield somewhat eased.

But the battle damage is still severe.

Several small team captains with dust and dirt on their faces are guarding the docking and anchoring points reserved for the transport ships, gazing expectantly.

“Old Zhang, your team only lost three people, and you have the nerve to wait for reinforcements at the dock?” one person said, cursing.

A dark green layer spread across his face, as if poisoned. Oh, no, he is indeed poisoned.

The Yexieqi Snake Race, being snakes, are extremely venomous.

Out of ten severely injured Spirit Contract Masters, at least eight are poisoned.

“That’s bullshit! Our squad is just five people in total, and we’ve lost three. Can’t I wait for reinforcements?!” Zhang Zuofu’s face got even greener with anger.

He shakily pointed at another person standing beside him, exasperatedly said.

“Your damn squad is only missing two people, and you’re still here waiting for reinforcements, have you no shame!”

Xiao Ya, who was pointed at, wasn’t angry, and said righteously, “Can I be like you all? I’m here with a mission. See, an elite mission!”

Xiao Ya pointed at the blue inscription on his arm.

That is a mission inscription.

On the battlefield, different colored inscriptions on the arm represent different missions undertaken by the squad, categorized by the severity and urgency into five colors: white, green, blue, red, and black.

White is simple, green is average, blue is elite, red is extremely difficult, and black is certain death.

Xiao Ya’s team received a blue elite mission from the strategy department and had the privilege of one reinforcement supply, as per regulations.

Zhang Zuofu was rendered speechless by the retort.

He could only wave his hand helplessly, a bit annoyed, “Then you take the next reinforcement transport ship!”

The other team leaders also had no objections upon hearing this.

Xiao Ya is going to carry out a blue elite mission, indicating that the mission’s difficulty is not small and it has a definite impact on the overall battlefield situation.

The battlefield is not like the bureaucratic arena.

Everyone here is united as one, at most just grumbling among themselves and never backstabbing one another.

As the two talked, the sky suddenly darkened.

A small transport ship descended from the sky.

Xiao Ya stepped forward without a second thought, eagerly watching as the hatch opened.

The white smoke scattered, and a youthful-looking person stepped out of the transport ship alone.

“???” Xiao Ya’s smile froze.

One person?

Spirit Contract Master?

Where’s the Contracted Spirit?

Xiao Ya couldn’t believe his eyes and waited for a moment, confirming that no second person emerged from the transport ship, which had already lifted off again; only then did he give up.

“You’re the only one? Where’s your Contracted Spirit?”

The young man, suddenly questioned by Xiao Ya, seemed taken aback and replied tentatively, “At… at home…?”

“At home?!” Xiao Ya almost choked with disbelief.

Where do you think this is?

Battle of Yixieqi, large-scale battlefield!

You’ve come as a Spirit Contract Master, yet you’re telling me your Contracted Spirit didn’t follow, and is at home? Are you treating this like a vacation!

Xiao Ya wanted to say something more, but was suddenly tugged by Zhang Zuofu’s sleeve.

Zhang Zuofu couldn’t hide the schadenfreude smile on his face, but he kindly reminded the about-to-lose-his-temper Xiao Ya:

“Captain Xiao, you’d better calm down first; this young man is not to be trifled with.”

Zhang Zuofu spoke these words openly, and Han Zhan was taken aback upon hearing them.

Hmm? Didn’t expect my heroic deeds in Deep Blue City to travel to the front line so quickly?

However, Zhang Zuofu’s following words quickly dispelled that notion.

“By his attire, he’s clearly not from the nearby Combat Spirit Contract Master recruitment camp, don’t you get it? He’s a noble offspring from ’the city’.”

Zhang Zuofu emphasized the words “the city” heavily.

Xiao Ya understood immediately.

Some affluent people with influence do not want their offspring to continue fighting on the battlefield but want to gain some boasting military achievements, so they make connections to send them via transport ships to non-critical recruiting stations to loaf around.

Such individuals exist everywhere and are despised by Combat Spirit Contract Masters, who refer to them as “noble offspring.”

With this in mind, Xiao Ya felt even more disgruntled towards Han Zhan.

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