The system was a bit complicated, but the ammunition provided was absolutely flawless.
Because it was manufactured by the Empire, the bullets were double the power, destroying an entire insect in one shot.
If they produced the same ammunition as the human military at the same cost, wouldn't that hurt their reputation?
So, when the infantry fighting vehicle opened fire again, the insects behind the three men were devastated.
Each shot of armor-piercing explosive rounds dealt a devastating blow to the swarm, and a second shot would surely wipe them out in one shot.
"Da da da..."
Complete panic!!!
The Monkey squeezed the trigger with both hands, his eyes bloodshot.
Merit, merit... so much merit!!!
This was difficult for John, whose hands were practically blistered from reloading.
"Brother Monkey, it's my turn now. Let me have some fun too!"
The Monkey licked his lips in satisfaction, reluctantly taking over John's reloading duties.
They had ample supplies, but they'd forgotten how durable the infantry fighting vehicle's weapons were.
Even the best artillery couldn't keep up a continuous fire.
Luckily, this was a premium domestically produced product for their own use; standard export products would have exploded long ago.
Only after the last insect was killed did John stop pulling the trigger and glance at the crimson barrel of the infantry fighting vehicle.
Amazing!
John exclaimed to himself. He had never felt this comfortable in the real world.
"Alright, let's get started,"
Aozaki interrupted, realizing John still wanted to harass the insects.
"Yes, there are plenty of insects they can kill at any time, but completing missions will earn them a lot of Contribution Points, which they can use to buy more powerful equipment and weapons in the in-game shop!" John exclaimed excitedly.
The three of them had just turned around to follow the path to complete their mission when they suddenly saw dozens of lasers, each as thick as a bucket, descending from the sky.
John and Monkey peeked out to observe, both shocked.
On the Earth Star Vanguard side,
as they faced the Zerg horde, the battle intensified sharply.
Despite the overwhelming firepower of the human war machines, the Zerg were no easy opponents.
Under the cover of the charging cannon fodder, Zerg units, both large and small, in the rear also fired at the positions.
The ammunition they fired was not ordinary kinetic ammunition, but thick green sacs of poison. Upon landing, they released a highly corrosive liquid, instantly killing any human soldiers they came into contact with.
After nearly half an hour of fighting, the elite soldiers from several nations collapsed, abandoning their positions and heading for the central camp.
"These worthless bastards! They praised their soldiers to the skies, and now their morale has collapsed in less than half an hour?"
exclaimed Master Chief Petty in the command tent, his lungs nearly bursting.
It was fine if these men disobeyed orders and abandoned their posts, but they were nearly disrupting the flow of other positions.
Damn it!
"Someone, call the Russian political commissar and have him round up everyone who fears death. Anyone who refuses to intervene in the battle may go wherever they are called. Anyone caught disrupting our morale will be shot on sight!!!" Shortly thereafter,
hundreds of soldiers shouting "Lord and Allah, save me!" were executed, stabilizing the morale of the entire vanguard.
At this point in the war, Master Chief Petty realized something.
The soldiers sent by those small nations were merely fillers, afraid they wouldn't get their quota without contributions from their own race or nation. So, they sent these soldiers to die as cannon fodder, hoping the Humanitarian Union wouldn't hold back their quota.
Currently, the only truly capable fighters are the former Russians, Chinese, Americans, and European Union.
Master Chief Petty certainly didn't have to worry about his own people; they were elite, professional soldiers determined to fight to the death.
The same was true for the Russians. When things got too intense, even command rotations became a struggle. Several Russian political commissars were even leading the defense of positions, and their morale was remarkably stable!
As for the American troops... well, as long as their logistics were adequate, their morale was incredibly strong.
They didn't care how strong the enemy was; as long as their logistics were adequate, they could fight to the death.
As for their logistics, it was a bit of a hassle. As for their logistics, it was a bit overboard. Without supplies, they said, we couldn't hope to go out and feed insects with our bare hands.
The logistics weren't the fault of these soldiers; it was the Humanitarian Union itself!
Finally, there was the European Union coalition. Although slightly weaker than the other three armies, their morale,
strengthened by years of fighting, could hold out for a while. However, if it dragged on for another half hour, it would likely collapse. "Meining, Meining... The western front is suffering heavy casualties. Requesting suppressive fire!!!"
"Davri, the southern front is about to fall.
. Please send reserve troops immediately to support the defense... Of course, if no one survives, we will fight to the last Davri and will not allow a single insect to cross our defense line." "Commander, the pressure on the eastern front is too great. The insects will soon break through our defenses. Comrades, we are ready to die together... May the Human Alliance prosper! Long live humanity!!!"
"Dear Commander, I understand how fierce this battle is, but as the vanguard, we fight with the determination to die. The glorious German line will triumph once again within us... Please send reserve troops to the other three positions!"
Hearing Commander Reinhard's voice, the Chief Petty Officer clenched his fist and slammed it on the table.
The consequences of this situation, besides the trials imposed by the foreign empires, were primarily due to their initial lenient acquiescence to the politicians who sent a group of ragtag troops as vanguard troops.
Now, not only were they not helping, but they were also wasting a significant portion of the quota.
A merciful army was no match for a merciful army!
Just as the four-sided front was about to collapse, the vanguard troops were brutally slaughtered by the Zerg.
Suddenly, a dazzling flash of light shone from outer space, followed by a barrage of laser beams that destroyed the Zerg attack.
In an instant, the Zerg, for some reason, suddenly became restless, abandoned the Human Alliance's position, and sprinted away.
...
"Have you really thought this through? If I intervene in this battle, it will affect your standing with me. Even if you join the Empire in the future, you will only receive second-level citizenship. Obtaining full first-level citizenship will be extremely difficult."
"Your Majesty, we are willing to renounce first-level citizenship and ask for your support!"
Leon closed the projector link.
The leaders of the Human Alliance slumped in their chairs, seemingly drained of energy.
They wondered whether today's actions would be a sin or a victory for humanity.
Through the live broadcast of Leon's battlefield, they witnessed the power of the Zerg, a force currently unstoppable for humanity.
Furthermore, they stated that within a year, the Zerg would develop interstellar capabilities. At that time, even if they achieved unification and refused to join the Empire, they would be destroyed.
The Empire had three classes of citizens, the lowest being Level 3 citizens.
This included captured war criminals or citizens of defeated nations. Although they enjoyed the same material rations as Level 2 citizens, they were branded with a "Mind Mark," serving as cannon fodder in every Imperial war—a truly tragic fate.
Level 2 citizens were better off, free from cannon fodder and "Mind Marks," and would become the largest group in the Empire.
Unfortunately, they lacked the right to vote, meaning humans would become ordinary civilians in the Empire, with little opportunity for advancement.
The most direct way for humanity to gain a voice in the Empire was to accumulate military merit and contributions and nominate a representative to become a Level 1 citizen.
"Everyone, this universe is cruel, and our end is already quite good. We have no choice but to ask for help this time. We have no other way out!"
The Chinese elder sighed deeply.
Everyone nodded silently.
As requested, Leon would give the Human Alliance three days of respite every week. This was the greatest concession the opposing side had ever made.
If the Human Alliance were powerless, they could forgo this test and directly become Level 3 citizens of the Empire, branded with the ideological seal and become "slaves" of the Empire!