Chapter 1089: Chapter 595
Fifteen minutes passed, Wang Mengsong was drenched in sweat.
He hadnât felt it before, but now that he was facing it himself, he finally realizedâFuryflame... why is it this strong?
Wasnât it just a battle group that had been thrashed by Phoenix?
Could it really be his own group...
Fifteen minutes ago, Furyflame and New Torch of the Epoch officially broke ties, and Fury Flame Battle Group acted directly.
Not only were the warriors on the flat terrain of the valley engaged, but Furyflame had also set up firepower in the surrounding mountains.
This truly was a deadly banquet; from the very beginning, Politos didnât have good intentions.
They didnât stop at just mobilizing the interstellar warriors; they even gathered forces from the Rebel Army. In direct combat, they couldnât match the interstellar warriors, but they could operate artillery for long-range bombardments. The firepower positions ranged from tens to dozens of kilometers away, making them virtually impossible for New Torch of the Epoch to deal with.
That said, Wang Mengsong had certainly come prepared.
He had already deduced Politosâs malicious intent, anticipated betrayal and backstabbing, and wouldnât come unarmed to the meeting.
When Politos pulled his blade, Wang Mengsong had already drawn his gun first.
Explosive firepower quickly enveloped Politos.
And when Zhang Chong of Fury Flame Battle Group stepped into the firepower network and charged in wielding a sword, he faced the ghostly green sword light in Wang Mengsongâs hands.
In the span of three swift confrontations, every move Wang Mengsong made was aimed directly at Politosâs vital points, without the slightest concern about being struck by the Power Sword.
By all logic, Politos shouldnât have been afraid under this exchange of life-or-death techniques.
But in truth, he was terrified.
Though his sword injured Wang Mengsong, the ghostly-green weapon struck Politos deeply, nearly taking his life.
The disparity between their weapons was simply too pronounced.
Politos had heard of phase weapons before, but this was his first time facing one directly.
He knew Wang Mengsong couldnât have obtained such a weapon on his own.
Only the Alliance possessed them.
Who had given Wang Mengsong this sword was obvious without further explanation.
Politos already had his assumptions in mind; otherwise, he wouldnât have staged the deadly banquet and invited Wang Mengsong.
Originally, he simply wanted to neutralize the threat that Wang Mengsong posed, resolve the instability surrounding this allied battle group leader, and bring New Torch of the Epoch firmly under his control. To achieve this, he hadnât initially intended to kill, just lock him up.
But when he learned that Wang Mengsong had arrived with his entire battle group, Politosâs mood turned grave.
The lack of trust was now laid bare on the table.
He had only hoped that it wasnât too late.
Nevertheless, while Politos acted decisively, Wang Mengsong was even more decisive.
One look at that phase weapon, and everything was crystal clear.
Politos didnât insist on a prolonged fight to settle victory or defeat between them.
In his view, Wang Mengsongâs skill was merely "passable." As a battle group leader, he just barely measured up to the level of a Battle Group Champion.
But the problem was, Politos himself wasnât far behind. After that deadly bloodbath fight, he was indeed one of Furyflameâs strongest, but before that, he wasnât exactly top-tier within Furyflame.
Comparing Wang Mengsong and Politos, they were evenly matched.
However, if the disparity in weaponry were factored in, Politosâs odds of winning werenât great.
Wang Mengsong didnât linger either; after Politos retreated, the lighter injured Wang Mengsong pulled back to his own battle group.
Under heavy firepower, he led his team to withdraw into the forested mountains.
This skirmish clearly left New Torch of the Epoch at a disadvantage.
They were outmatched not only in numbers but also in firepower and terrain, which was completely unfavorable. Merely retreating back to the mountains alone cost them the lives of over a dozen warriors.
But this was only the beginning.
Six hundred Furyflame forces were pressing up, artillery was raining down upon them, and at least three hundred Furyflame troops were ambushing them from all directions.
By all accounts, this seemed like a scenario of total annihilation.
If it were up to Wang Mengsong himself, he certainly wouldnât take on such a mission.
What would be the point of coming here to die?
But... this was the Allianceâs order.
As a defector desperate to gain the governorâs favor, to prove his worth, and to secure better treatment after surrendering, what room did he have for bargaining?
He could only grit his teeth and come.
Of course, the Alliance wouldnât outright say, "Go and destroy Furyflame."
Everyone knew that wasnât feasible.
New Torch of the Epochâs task was merely to make a sufficient sacrifice to firmly pin down the enemy forces.
After Wang Mengsong informed Georgette that he was going to meet with Politos, the head nun of the Benevolent Lily demanded that he attend the banquet and hold his ground for at least fifteen minutes.
Meanwhile, Benevolent Lily, Glory Guards, Alliance Army, Alliance Navy... every force Georgette could marshal was already mobilizing.
But they couldnât act too conspicuously; otherwise, theyâd be detected.
Fortunately, the covert operation wouldnât need to last too long; once Politos and Wang Mengsong turned against each other, they could push forward at full speed.
Still, it came at the expense of New Torch of the Epoch.
Despite being at a disadvantage in every aspect, at least they had three hundred interstellar warriors. Surely they could hold for fifteen minutes, right? Surely not too many would die, right?
Not necessarily.
Even though they had been proactive in their preparation, merely retreating from the firepower coverage of Furyflame still cost them over a dozen warriors.
Itâs worth noting that during the past six months of guerrilla warfare, New Torch of the Epoch had only lost around fifty people total.