novelraw Chapter 1214 618: A Good Person, Just a Bit Bad
Chapter 1214 618: A Good Person, Just a Bit Bad
In the wilderness outside Tower City, the eerie wail of fighter jets swept across the sky once again.
Accompanied by the deafening roar of the bombing.
The wilderness shook, mountains quivered, and houses, fortifications or suspected targets crumbled in the fierce flame.
Soon, everything came to an abrupt halt; the combat formation moved away without a care after its routine, aimless bombardment, disappearing from sight.
A few minutes later, the raging storm swept in, flying sand and stones, devouring the entire world.
In this vast wilderness, every corner is filled with chasms and weathered boulders.
Occasionally, the earth swells up, giant bugs climb out from underground, gnawing on lizards and hyenas, only to be preyed upon by other beasts; they are quickly divided among scavengers attracted by the scent before their corpses dry.
Like hell.
Aside from desolation, there's nothing.
After reaching the designated location, a column of armored vehicles slowly halted, and during a brief pause in the storm, deployed drones to scout the surroundings.
Once determining there were no lurking threats, the fully armed soldiers disembarked, the observers began swift terrain mapping, while others kept watch around.
Smoking, stomping their feet, relieving themselves freely.
Already become accustomed to it.
"Damn life in the trench really sucks, can't live a bit."
Liang Mo tilted his head back, gulped down the water from the kettle, and splashed the remaining few drops on himself; quickly, his lips were parched again under the scorching sun.
With every breath, dust scraped into his throat and lungs like tiny blades, bringing bouts of raw, dull pain.
Behind him lay jagged mountains like intersecting blades, and in the distance stretched boundless deserts and chasms, yet further away, the shadows reappeared.
Heralding the storm's return and the end of rest.
"Everyone back in the vehicles, hurry, hurry, hurry!"
Liang Mo urged, shouting.
Such a short time.
Soon, the overwhelming storm swallowed everything.
Flying sand and rocks.
Inside the armored vehicles, only the popping sounds were heard during the relentless wind shaking, occasionally accompanied by muffled collisions amidst intense vibrations.
In this wilderness of Tian Yuan, which had been in chaos and plagued by disasters for hundreds of years, this was merely the most commonplace scene.
Unscheduled calamities and earthquakes as mundane as meals, with landscapes rarely fixed and roads continuously changing, making it impossible to proceed without local guidance.
No resources, no value, nothing but trouble.
Relying on such 'advantage', the Recovery Front could continue till now...
Central Earth was too vast, absurdly so, even the area of White Country was comparable to the Federation's size, yet habitable places were few and far between.
Empire and Federation's control and influence extended to Central Earth's outskirts and areas rich in resources, like gold edges on a dung bowl, unable to completely cover Central Earth.
There's no need either.
Why invest so much effort and power to hold those barren lands devoid of resources or value?
Even resources need not be claimed directly.
Divide, contain, entice, control...
This is the classic route of Federation and Empire in Central Earth, unfailingly effective!
Exacerbate ethnic or class conflicts, support puppets to take power, while secretly backing a wave of anti-government forces, let them dogfight, none could do without their strongest mediator.
Retain sovereignty bloodlessly, avoiding any trouble.
Because both sides acknowledge — from the beginning to the end, the true enemy is always the other side.
Thus, they dreaded and dragged, endlessly probing and colliding. Meanwhile, in unison, they divided everything else, decisively crushing any disruptors.
And now, under a common threat, after many years, Federation and Empire's forces in White Country rarely once again began joint efforts, all-out eradicating the threat!
Plead nice words without heed, now for true knife and gun battles!
In merely a few days, both sides deployed most of their forces deep into the wilderness, with shadows of Flying Airships looming over the land, armored vehicles rampant across deserts.
Three-shift bombing continued from the day before yesterday, relentlessly annihilating any potential White Country Restoration Front fortifications and bases.
A brand-new frontline base rose from the ground, while countless warlords, local armed groups and Recovery Front bases were burned to barren land.
Of course, it's withering as expected, without any surprise.
Meanwhile, progress was naturally arduous...
Also, only as anticipated.
Unless the White Country Restoration Front people were brainless, why confront Tian Yuan's steel torrents head-on?
After receiving the first wave of information, they swiftly decentralized, discarded previous bases entirely, hid secretly, utilizing the advantage of mountains and wilderness to adeptly move and harass.
Shooting sneak shots, laying mines, setting traps, making bombs.
Drones continued harassment, seizing a moment of carelessness on both sides for a surprise upheaval, nauseating as possible, avoiding head-on clashes, endlessly vexing.
Often exploiting calamity gaps for a flash strike, retreating before full-force reinforcements arrived, re-concealing in storms.
Even leading pursuers directly into earthquake zones, marshlands, or large Disaster Beast pits.