Besides that, there were also some scattered mechanical equipment and heavy weapons, with a little bit of each being deployed to the Yellow Turban Army.
Of course, the airdropped items were not top-tier, to prevent them from being captured if the Yellow Turban Army lost a battle against the local city defense forces.
Jiang Ye remained in the space city, staying close to his wife and handling various tasks.
With her husband by her side, Cen Yemeng's pressure was significantly reduced, and her work efficiency soared. When she was tired, she would send her subordinates away, and the couple would embrace in private in their room.
At one o'clock on the third night.
Cen Yemeng had just finished her day's work and was preparing to go to bed.
The office door was suddenly slammed open.
"Enter!" Cen Yemeng startled, then said.
A subordinate rushed in, "Commander! He Hongxin's Yellow Turban Army has been discovered by the refugee star city defense forces, and both sides are engaging in fierce combat!"
Cen Yemeng immediately tapped on her desk, simultaneously bringing up two holographic projections.
The first holographic projection was a long-range satellite view, showing a mountainous area on the twilight line ablaze with fire and shrouded in thick smoke.
The second holographic projection was a real-time view of the Yellow Turban Army's frontline positions.
The battle was intense. Many people had been killed on the dirt slopes, and some half-dead Yellow Turban soldiers writhed on the ground, either screaming or silently moaning, like disturbed insects. Bullets and mortar shells rained down continuously, the density of fire like a downpour, with explosions erupting everywhere.
The Yellow Turban Army was fighting back, using the rocket launchers provided by Cen Yemeng, firing them one by one. The mountainside was a torrent of fire. Others were firing assault rifles, submachine guns, and pistols.
At the very rear were children, seemingly no more than ten years old. They only had broadswords and remained crouched, waiting. When a soldier in front was hit, they would rush forward to drag the wounded soldier into dug-in positions and then pick up the fallen soldier's weapon to fight.
Drones began to descend from the sky, laden with bombs. As they fell, they exploded with a deafening roar, sending plumes of smoke several stories high. The entire mountain range shook, and severed limbs rained down, accompanied by intermittent showers of blood and flesh.
The ground positions were quickly overrun, and the Yellow Turban soldiers began to retreat into underground fortifications.
A few minutes later, the fighting moved underground.
Refugee star city defense soldiers, armed with flamethrowers, entered the tunnels, spraying fire into every corner. Fierce flames almost obscured vision, emitting a dragon-like roar within the tunnels.
Behind them followed submachine gunners, firing volleys into the tunnels. Earth and dust flew everywhere. Their weapons and ammunition were clearly abundant, and the ground was soon littered with magazines and shell casings, which crunched under the soldiers' boots. The tunnel walls were layered with bullet holes, as dense as a honeycomb.
The Yellow Turban soldiers were also fighting back, using pistols and homemade explosive charges. Tunnels were constantly collapsing, burying city defense soldiers under tons of earth and rock. Occasionally, a rocket-propelled grenade would scream out.
Then, the signal was lost.
The perspective of the holographic projection came from a camera airdropped by Cen Yemeng. Perhaps the camera had been hit by a bullet, or there was a communication failure.
"Send a message to inquire about He Hongxin's troops and ask for a battle report," Cen Yemeng said.
"Yes!" The soldier left in a hurry.
A few minutes later, Cen Yemeng's side received a message.
Jiang Ye also leaned in to look.
"He Hongxin's forces have approximately five thousand soldiers killed in action, five thousand missing, and twenty thousand are currently transferring out from bunkers. The attacking city defense forces number around four thousand, and they have eliminated approximately eight hundred."
Cen Yemeng's expression was grim. The strength of the Yellow Turban Army was indeed lacking. Fighting from fortifications, so many had been wiped out in such a short time.
Jiang Ye's expression was even more grim. He had a premonition that Cen Yemeng's existence would soon be known to the higher echelons of the refugee star.
Sleep was out of the question. The couple immediately began to work, making deployments based on the continuous intelligence from the front lines.
He Hongxin's Yellow Turban Army had been entrenched in the mountains for years, with multiple hidden bases. They had dug over twenty tunnel exits, the furthest extending ten kilometers away. He sent the locations of the tunnel exits for his remaining troops to withdraw, along with their estimated retreat routes. Cen Yemeng immediately directed troops to airdrop weapons and first-aid kits.
In just half an hour, the list of airdropped supplies was considerable.
Six thousand energy-concentrating submachine guns, thirty thousand magazines, nine hundred thousand rounds of ammunition, and two thousand automatic magazine loaders.
There were also thirty thousand artificial blood packs and ten thousand enhancement injections.
The so-called enhancement injection was a composite artificial hormone delivered in a high-pressure air syringe, which could alleviate pain, induce euphoria, and relieve fatigue. Both wounded and regular soldiers could receive a shot to become combat-ready, effectively granting temporary attribute boosts.
The combat zone had moved underground and into dense forests, making it impossible for satellites to observe. They could only wait patiently.
An hour later, another message finally arrived.
[He Hongxin: My unit has evacuated the battlefield, moved away from enemy forces, and is retreating towards the more distant wilderness. Most of the airdropped supplies have been received, with some left on the positions for the suicide squads covering the rear. The rest have been taken, and we are extremely grateful.]
Cen Yemeng inquired about casualties and why the battle had suddenly erupted.
[He Hongxin: Currently, the confirmed number of soldiers killed in action is seven thousand. We were forced to abandon twenty thousand infants, who should all be killed. Our painstakingly built tunnels, structures, machinery, underground factories, and hospital reserves are all gone. There are over ten thousand wounded, with a significant proportion of severely wounded. Our unit has basically lost its ability to resist. We can only hope to successfully hide in the deep mountains to recuperate and avoid annihilation.]
[He Hongxin: The reason for the enemy's sudden attack is currently unclear. A detailed battle report will be submitted later.]
Just as He Hongxin's message came through, another Yellow Turban Army unit sent a message.
Shucun Kangping's unit, with a total strength of over ten thousand, suddenly reported that combat had broken out, the attackers were unidentified, and it was likely the city defense forces from two nearby cities.
Cen Yemeng began to busy herself again, watching combat videos and satellite aerial footage.
Shucun Kangping's unit was a newly assembled Yellow Turban Army. They failed to escape and were completely annihilated after only two hours of resistance. It was later confirmed that the attacking force against Shucun Kangping's unit was the city defense forces and police units from the nearby city of Aiqiu, with a total of 8,000 personnel deployed to the battlefield.
These eight thousand soldiers suffered only one thousand casualties during the battle, and of these casualties, five hundred were due to suicide bomb attacks.
Shucun Kangping's unit fought to the end, with only a dozen or so boys and girls, thirteen or fourteen years old, carrying infants. They had run out of ammunition, strapped homemade explosive charges to themselves, and charged into the enemy formation with spears and broadswords, ultimately detonating themselves. The battlefield was a mix of blood mist and smoke, with visibility less than five paces.
Only about ten soldiers from Shucun Kangping's unit, who were not killed due to injuries or damp explosives, were captured as prisoners. The final outcome of the battle was sent to Cen Yemeng by one of these soldiers at the cost of his life.
That night, Cen Yemeng ordered the missile units to enter a state of first-level alert, ready to launch a full-scale strike against the refugee star at any moment.
She realized that the higher echelons of the refugee star most likely knew of the Yellow Turban Army's existence, and a global mobilization was probably imminent.