Chapter 539

Longshan No.1 Shi Di shouted himself hoarse.

This magnificent scene instantly ignited countless survivors; on the Skytrain, Chen Sixuan and others saw it and let out sighs of relief and joy.

On the Silver Star, Jian Xuwēi stood among a group of excited engineers, her lips constantly curving upward.

Jiang Yunfei gazed at the human figure in the sky, and despite his excitement, he couldn’t help laughing: “If it’s about a dramatic entrance, no one can match this guy.”

“Hah! If it’s raw power, I’ll admit I’m the top of the Infinite Alliance—but if it’s about a savior’s grand arrival, I’m still a notch below Brother Lin.” Fire Brother landed on the Skytrain, his face glowing with excitement; he had been the most enthusiastic all along, and now seeing Lin Xian conjure a bridge out of thin air, he was utterly thrilled.

“Whoa! Brother Lin’s here!” In the sky, Shasha, piloting the Flying Peach, cheered loudly.

“Everyone!”

At that moment, through the communication channel, Lin Xian’s voice came via a signal amplified by Chu Yan’s spiritual force: “Hold your defensive line. I’ve fully connected the track across the North American eastern corridor—just charge forward. We’ll handle the rear.”

“My god!!”

In the command post, Zeng Weiguo stared at the frontline footage relayed from the aerial fleet, his eyes nearly popping out: “Did this guy just take out that S-class thing with one shot?”

“The Southern Heaven Gate was always his secret weapon—I just never expected…” General Li Sheng had never been this excited; he adjusted his glasses and stared at the battlefield footage, trembling with awe: “He built a bridge spanning three thousand meters out of thin air—this is simply unbelievable!!”

Over here, Old Luo let out a long breath and sighed: “Now we finally understand why he demanded the train go full speed.”

He immediately contacted Lin Xian: “Commander Lin, where is the main body of the support force? The 13th Taitiewei can provide mutual cover.”

But after he spoke, Lin Xian replied simply from the other end of the comm.

“Sorry, General Luo—the support force consists of only three of us.”

At those words, the command channel fell utterly silent.

Three people?

Only three people were sent from the Polar Front for rescue?

Three people to save three million?

This stunned not only the fleet commanders and convoy leaders, but even the usually composed Luo Shaokai.

“Are you saying you’re the vanguard of a three-man unit that arrived here, or…”

“We are only three. There is no other support.” Lin Xian said directly: “Crimson has fully overrun South America. The main force can’t break through. I know the main reason the rail force couldn’t relocate was terrain and track damage—so I petitioned Commander Ye for permission to risk this rescue.”

“This…”

“So… was that shot from the Southern Heaven Gate two days ago also your doing?”

“That… was just luck.” Lin Xian said.

“Don’t dwell on that now—the danger isn’t over!” Old Luo said: “Commander Lin has solved the track issue and brought us a sliver of hope, but don’t forget—we still have a monster chasing us from behind.”

In the sky, Lin Xian stared at the endless column of trains behind him, his expression grim. The two aerial fleets and the Skytrain now hovered above the canyon, pouring fire to cover the rail convoy crossing.

Beyond, on the horizon, the floating sky eye pulsed with visible crimson waves, making the entire earth tremble.

Clearly, the sight of the train convoy crossing the canyon had enraged the unseen god.

“At this speed, it’ll take at least an hour for the entire rail force to cross the bridge,” said General Zeng Weiguo.

“It’s bound to,” General Li Sheng added: “Our 13th Brigade’s main force just cleared the Red Stone Rift. There are still many scattered units and vehicle columns gathering along the way—it won’t be easy to get everyone out.”

“Commander Lin,” Old Luo said: “Since you’re in charge of the battlefield, how you deploy next is up to you.”

Lin Xian quickly replied: “General, you’re joking—I know nothing about battlefield deployment. That’s your expertise. I only handle train movement and safety protocols—I rely on you.”

“Then no time to waste,” Old Luo declared without hesitation: “I propose the three combat regiments that have crossed the bridge continue advancing to protect the vanguard. The remaining units of the 13th and 22nd Taitiewei establish dense fire lines on the left and right flanks of the north bank to cover the trains and main force crossing—we’re holding a bridgehead defense!”

“I agree.”

“I agree too!”

“Good!”

Luo Shaokai, Chief of Staff of the Second Continental Force, cut through the roar of artillery with a decisive voice from the command channel. Standing before the massive holographic battlefield map, his gaze swept like a hawk over the dense clusters of unit markers: “Weiguo, your 22nd Brigade holds the left flank. My 2nd and 3rd Battalions will seize key positions on the right. Then the 4th, 6th, 7th Battalions and two mech companies will advance from the rail direction—build the defensive line within fifteen minutes. Wu Xiangqun, your Thunder Fleet, lay down artillery barrages first to clear the area…”

“Second Continental Special Operations Group, hold fast to the bridgehead front and establish interlocking fire! Longkun, Thunder Fleet, hover low and sweep both sides of the canyon’s sky and ground! Huoshi Fleet, provide mobile support—move to where the pressure is heaviest!”

“Yes!”

The orders crashed into the boiling battlefield like boulders.

Behind the train line, the 13th Taitiewei’s rear units were locked in fierce combat. General Li Sheng’s Huoshi Fleet command post was broadcasting commands nonstop—under the heaviest pressure, as the entire monster tide surged toward the train, the 13th Taitiewei stood as the final bulwark of this runaway death train.

At the very end of the combined train, over fifty fully armed military artillery cars formed the core of the 13th Taitiewei—this heavy firepower was the last remaining stronghold still holding against the rear assault.

On the north bank of the canyon ahead, the TFV-600 twin-barrel tank platoons of the 3rd Heavy Battalion of the 22nd Taitiewei roared to life. Their heavy tracks crushed the charred earth as they lined up along the left flank of the bridgehead, their thick barrels spewing devastating fireballs that turned the swarming, black-tide-like multi-legged corpse beetles into showers of blood.

Following closely, the 6th and 7th Mechanized Infantry Regiments used tank wreckage and hastily built alloy barricades as cover. A dense storm of 1130 CIWS guns wove a death net in the air, shredding the diving winged demons. Their line stood like an iron dam, holding firm against the endless tide surging from the Black Stone Forest to the west.

General Zeng Weiguo’s roar carried iron and blood: “Even if you have to nail yourselves to the coffin lid—push the heavy regiment forward! Coordinate with the air defense battalion—take every flying bastard in the sky down!”