Chapter 1128: Chapter 617, The Skills of the New World Torch_2
Such sacrificial spirit, with such a strong inclination toward martyrdom, is completely different from the New Generation Torch of the past.
Wang Mengsong had significant opinions about this, believing that this was nothing like the New Generation Torch anymore. He even lamented that the New Generation Torch was already gone, that what existed now was merely a loyal dog of the Alliance, resurrecting through the corpse of the New Generation Torch.
Of course, what he thought didnât matter at all, nor did it have any significance.
Accepting his fate, he lifelessly followed the warband and descended onto Alamitaâs surface to carry out the mission.
Moretti had rarely chosen to bring them along.
After all, the difficulty of the mission was evident, and its significance was beyond question. He had to employ the full strength of the warband, even including those from the Redemption Camp.
Wang Mengsong was like an ordinary soldierâwell, thatâs exactly what he wasâfighting alongside the warband.
First, they forcibly entered the Space Elevator, a step prepared in advance by Alliance agents, with assistance from the local machine oil enthusiasts.
The next step was to launch a swift assault after the elevator arrived at the Starport.
This mission was divided into three parts:
First, expand the scope of combat, draw attention, and create chaos.
Second, occupy key areas as much as possible. This aspect could be coordinated with the first point.
Third, decapitate a Hawk Faction Sage of the Sect of Mechanics who was managing operations at the Starport.
Of course, Wang Mengsong wasnât fit for the third task and could only handle the first and second tasks.
To be frank, he did a decent job.
He and his old comrades in the Redemption Camp killed many enemies and captured multiple key points. Among those, they seized a command center, crippling communication across vast enemy areas.
He had completed his mission.
It was the supposed elite of the warband, tasked with the decapitation effort, who encountered difficulties.
The elite forces of the Sect of Mechanics werenât as easy to deal with as expected.
The Sage, upon realizing what was happening, displayed formidable combat skills. A fully armed Mechanical Sage was no easy opponent.
Meanwhile, large numbers of Protection Army elites had erected a powerful defensive line, fiercely holding back the New Generation Torchâs advances.
The Second Company Commander, in charge of operations, had clearly lost his cool.
He began recklessly pushing the warbandâs forces forward, disregarding casualties, losses, or consequences as he ordered a frenzied assault.
Wang Mengsong couldnât hold back and took a squad closer to the scene.
He didnât participate in the battle directlyâafter all, he hadnât received orders, and he couldnât act without authorization.
He could only watch from afar as, one by one, the New Generation Torch warriors were mowed down by the dense firepower net of the Protection Army.
Those strong machine fighters supported by the Knight Titans, alongside the modified human units of the Protection Army, demonstrated immense combat prowess.
Their lines were continuously pressured, and while the New Generation Torchâs assault achieved significant results through enormous sacrifices, it was evident to the experienced Wang Mengsong that this was intentional on the enemyâs part. They were using space to trade for the lives of the Interstellar Warriors.
For every step forward the New Generation Torch took, the blood price was far too steep.
Fighting like this wouldnât work.
But what could be done?
Should he continue watching coldly?
He thought he could maintain an indifferent heart as he watched these new recruits, who hated him, die one by oneâeven if they all perished, it wouldnât matter.
After all, in his view, he didnât even think these people, whose warband culture and atmosphere were completely different from the old Torch, deserved to be called the New Generation Torch. Their extinction wouldnât be any great loss.
Moreover, he hadnât received any orders. Even at such a critical juncture, the Second Company Commander hadnât tried to summon those from the Redemption Camp to assist.
Serves him right!
He thought bitterly, yet every time a New Generation Torch warrior perished before his eyes, his brow couldnât help but twitch.
In the warbandâs communications channel, he heard the new warriors yelling one phrase after another:
"For the Alliance!" To this, Wang Mengsong scoffed disdainfully.
"For the Empire! For the Emperor!" This held little resonance with him. The New Generation Torch had been shouting this same phrase for centuriesâhe was tired of hearing it.
"For the New Generation Torch!" Hmm, that had a bit more meaning.
"To atone for our sins!" Who are you talking about?
"With my blood, forge history!" That seemed to be a newly invented warband motto. Was it necessary?
...
Behind an expressionless face, Wang Mengsong clenched his teeth.
He still refused to admit he had been wrong in the past. After all, without his decisions, what would the current New Generation Torch look like? Probably long erased from history.
Had he not turned against Iron Armorâs rebellion, would Iron Armor have spared them? The war situation seven or eight years ago wasnât like today. Back then, the Empireâs powers hadnât yet converged, and during that period, with the strength of the New Generation Torch, resisting Iron Armor would have been certain death, leading to total annihilation.
Well, backstabbing allied forces, destroying one warband, and shattering the first batch of troops belonging to the Heretic Tribunal was... a bit messed up.
And even though he backstabbed again on Phantom Moon days later, wasnât that to correct the chaos and earn the Allianceâs favor? Surely that couldnât count as personal sins?
Although it had ruined the warbandâs reputation...
And what were these young new blood warriors doing now?
The reason they were born carrying so much suffering, why the warbandâs entire atmosphere was so serious and emphasized sacrificeâwhat was it all for?
Even if he didnât want to admit it, he had to face the truth: It was all to fill the many pits left by the seeds he had sown.
Why did the new-new New Generation Torch cry out âWith my blood, forge historyâ? Because their past was nothing but disgrace.
No matter how many objective reasons Wang Mengsong could provide to justify himself, the disgrace existed all the same.
And now, could he truly feel at ease sitting here, watching his differing, even hostile juniors sacrifice themselves one after another?
He slowly raised his hand and opened the communication channel: "This battle plan is untenable. I suggest pulling back temporarily to rest. Keep some forces here for distraction while seeking breakthroughs from other directions."
"Shut up, traitor, you donât have the right to speak here."
It wasnât at all surprising that the Second Company Commander, who was seeing red, would react that way.
Despite the rebuke, Wang Mengsong had already made his choice.
"Redemption Camp, follow me. Letâs show these young cubs what the true capabilities of the New Generation Torch are!"