Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

Assault-level beta, data: 16 meters high, 18 meters long, 17 meters wide.

The Assault Class is the BETA organization's second primary means of attacking human mechanized power.

They have extremely tough front armor in the form of a carapace with a hardness of 15 on the Mohs scale. Underneath that covering are two tiny heads.

Because of their frontal armor, their survivability against frontal attacks is very high.

Additionally, their armor possesses the ability to regenerate; although not instantaneously, this means that surviving Assault Classes will one day return to the battlefield again.

Patterns on its shell are scars caused by tissue regeneration; new Assault classes usually have a flawless green front.

Their primary mode of attack is to ram enemies at high speeds, a tactic that is due to their tough frontal armor and ability to reach and maintain speeds of up to 170km/h on open ground.

On the contrary, they have poor turning ability and their unarmored rear is relatively weak, even the 36mm cannon can be used if the Assault class is fired from behind.

Their human detection capabilities are the lowest among all BETAs, allowing them to effectively deploy light heavy weapons against them.

"Okay everyone! First and second, two squadrons intercept the assault class, and the light class is handed over to us!"

At the front is the assault class, the vanguard of the beta charge formation, and behind is the interceptor class. They have flexible forearms that can easily take down tactical aircraft.

Next is the tank class, which has the largest number in beta, followed by various fighter classes, soldier classes, and then the light class.

"Political Commissar! I leave those assault-level weapons to you!"

"Copy that, Lao Yan!"

The person known as the political commissar quickly controlled the tactical aircraft to kill an assault-class weapon.

"Stop it!"

The sharp long knife pierced into the body of the assault class. The front section of the assault class was wrapped in armor. Even armor-piercing bullets would take dozens of rounds to break it.

On the contrary, the back of the assault class was exposed, which also gave the political commissar a chance.

"boom!"

The long knife in the political commissar's hand slashed at the back of the assault class, and then easily split it in two.

"One! Remember it for me! I'll kill more than you then. Go back and treat me to a drink!"

This is the only way for these soldiers to enjoy their hardships, competing with their comrades to see who can kill more.

"One!"

An assault-class tactical aircraft controlled by a guard was smashed into a sieve from behind.

"Count me in!"

Another tactical aircraft holding a long knife aimed at an assault class, but was knocked away because it could not dodge.

"Old Zhang!"

The political commissar hurriedly called through the communicator, and suddenly a blue beam of light struck. The companion who had been killing beta with him just now was wrapped in flames in the blink of an eye.

"Light level!!!"

The political commissar spotted the monster in the distance and shouted hurriedly.

Through the communication channel, the political commissar's message was conveyed to the ears of every tactical aircraft pilot.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that he had lost two teammates, the political commissar hurriedly descended in an attempt to avoid the light-level tracking.

"Asshole beta! Get out of here!"

The political commissar holding a long knife was slashing and killing the betas that were approaching him, while also dealing with the betas that were approaching him.

"Boom! Boom!"

There were two more explosions, and two more of his teammates were lost.

"Click!"

Just when the political commissar was stunned, a tank-class suddenly climbed up, and then broke the right leg of the tactical aircraft.

"Damn it!"

"Inject me with stimulants!!! Hurry!!!"

At this time, Yan Sen was also entangled with the betas around him, and the 7-type heavy sword equipped by his tactical aircraft was also constantly chopping at the betas approaching him.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

A scream suddenly came from the communicator. It was one of his team members, a female student in her 17s, who was dropped on the battlefield after a short training.

At this time, she was being eaten by several tank-class fighters. There was a big hole in the chest of her tactical aircraft. Her upper body was still in the cockpit, but her lower body had already become the food of several betas.

"Help...Help..."

Her intestines were dragged all over the floor, and her internal organs looked like they were about to fall out of her body due to the violent tumbling.

"Help, help, no, no!"

She was placed into a tank-level mouth, and then heard a crisp click.

The screams stopped.

"Damn! Why are these guys fighting more and more!"

Yan Sen was looking for an opportunity to decapitate the light class while brandishing his heavy sword.

"Old Yan! I'll help you lead him there!"

The political commissar's voice sounded on the channel.

"Stay still, you old bastard! Be careful of being canned by the tank class!"

Yan Sen resisted and cursed.

"Seriously, I really fucking wish I wasn't born in this world."

The political commissar said as he suddenly started the thruster of the tactical aircraft, then held the knife in his backhand and pointed it at an interceptor blocking the way.

"Stab!"

The interceptor's tail was cut in half, but the same was true, and the political commissar's body was also penetrated.

"Damn it"

The political commissar looked at the tanks that had climbed onto the aircraft and cursed.

"Click!"

The armor of the machine body was torn off, and countless tanks climbed into the political commissar's cabin.

"I fuck a mud horse"

"Click!"

The political commissar pressed the self-destruct button without hesitation.

A huge explosion sounded, and several interceptor-class betas and tank-class betas were blown to pieces by the explosion.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!......"

More and more light levels appeared in Yan Sen's field of vision. His teammates were falling down one after another like targets. Their bodies were shot and then exploded, along with the tactical aircraft they were flying.

They bloom like fireworks, at the cost of their lives.

"boom!"

Yan Sen's body was knocked out. At this time, he was still unwilling to give up. He believed that as long as he was still fighting, victory would eventually belong to them.

Yan Sen, holding a heavy knife in his hand, faced an interceptor-class beta head-on. Although the machine's body was seriously injured in many places at this time, and he could only move forward with the last bit of fuel in the injector, he would never retreat.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

The artillery positions in the rear were attacking weakly, but no matter what kind of shells they were, they would be intercepted with light-level accuracy.

This is the terror of light levels. The human air force, missiles, and various air weapons all have this sense of powerlessness when facing light levels.

"Die, die, die, die, die!!!!"

Yan Sen was injected with stimulants. He held the heavy knife that had been chopped off alive and desperately stabbed the blade into the volley-level beta in front of him.

"Stab!"

Finally, this interceptor-level beta died under Yan Sen's broken knife.

"it is finally over"

Yan Sen let out a long sigh, then released the operating lever. Looking at the betas pouring in in the distance, Yan Sen calmly turned on the self-destruct button.

"Everyone, we are about to meet."

With photos of his former comrades posted on Yan Sen's cabin, he seemed to have returned to those days, but what he didn't know was that a piece of electricity slowly entered the console of the aircraft.