I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 762 - 539: The Mighty Baihu Corps and the Mirror Seal

The roar grew closer, and three imposing, silver-white military spacecraft sliced through the gale and snow, descending steadily onto the Ice Extreme Pass airfield.

With a slow slide, the hatch opened, allowing a rush of frigid air, yet it failed to deter the formidable aura emanating from within the vessel.

Soldiers clad in full combat gear poured out like a tidal wave, moving with perfect synchronicity. Their boots hammered the tarmac, and in mere moments, orderly phalanxes numbering in the dozens stood arrayed, their armor glinting sharply in the wind and snow, radiating a palpable killing intent.

At the vanguard of these formations stood a figure, a towering presence as unyielding as a mountain.

His white hair, slightly disheveled, whipped wildly in the wind, while his eyes, sharp as an eagle’s, bore the predatory intensity of a tiger poised to strike. A grim scar across his forehead only amplified his menacing countenance.

This man was Ran Tu, soon to be a subordinate of Qin Tian, and the commander of the formidable Baihu Corps.

Striding forward, Ran Tu halted before Qin Tian. He raised his hand in a crisp, military salute, his voice, rough and gravelly, resonating like the clash of metal on stone: "General Qin! Ran Tu, reporting with the Baihu Corps, a total of six thousand seven hundred eighty-three strong!"

Qin Tian returned the salute with a measured tone. "Corps Commander Ran, welcome to Ice Extreme Pass."

He continued, his voice steady, "A formal welcoming ceremony for the Baihu Corps was planned, but unfortunately, the Eight Satellite Cities of Ice Extreme Pass are currently under siege by snow beasts. The situation is critical, and our ceremony must be postponed."

Upon hearing this, Ran Tu's eyes sparked with an eagerness that belied any hint of disappointment. A cold smile touched the corners of his lips. "General Qin, for my Baihu Corps, there is no grander welcome than a fierce battle! Entrust this coming fight to us!"

"Excellent!"

Qin Tian erupted in hearty laughter, a gleam of admiration in his eyes. "Then I shall personally bear witness to the legendary might of the Baihu Corps!"

As he concluded, Qin Tian offered a gentle wave of his hand.

Instantly, silver-white spatial energy swirled across the tarmac, and eight brilliant Gates of Space materialized from thin air, revealing glimpses of the battle unfolding in the Eight Satellite Cities.

This display sent a ripple of astonishment throughout the entire Baihu Corps!

With a mere gesture, eight stable Gates of Space were conjured, simultaneously connecting directly to eight distinct battlefronts.

Their new general was, without a doubt, a master of the Spatial Domain!

The scrutinizing gazes that had moments before assessed their leader now shifted to one of profound awe.

Ran Tu, though momentarily surprised, quickly regained his composure. He turned to address his soldiers, his voice deep and commanding. "All units! Each of the eight combat brigades will engage one specified battlefield. Mission objective—annihilate all snow beasts. Move out!"

"Yes!"

A thunderous affirmation cut through the howling wind and snow. The assembled phalanxes swiftly reformed into eight distinct teams, surging towards the Gates of Space like a quartet of charging torrents.

Qin Tian observed the Baihu Corps’ seamless deployment, a look of deep satisfaction settling on his features.

He had thoroughly reviewed the composition of this unit beforehand. The Baihu Corps, despite its designation, operated as a fully integrated and highly structured legion, comprising a total of fourteen brigades.

At its heart were eight primary combat brigades. Over eighty percent of their personnel consisted of Spiritualists or individuals wielding extraordinary powers. The remaining twenty percent were augmented humans, recipients of top-tier Genetic Enhancement Potions, equipped with the Empire's most advanced combat armor, granting them combat capabilities equivalent to that of a standard Tier Three Spiritualist.

The remaining six brigades encompassed specialized units: special operations, logistics, intelligence, medical, equipment support, and auxiliary transport troops. Each fulfilled distinct roles, working in close concert to create an exceptionally efficient operational framework.

Their legion commander, Ran Tu, was a genuine Tier Six Nine Stars Spiritualist, blessed with a Golden Bloodline. His lineage traced back to the renowned Martial Deity King Ran Min, imbuing him with an unparalleled warrior spirit.

In addition to Ran Tu, the commanders of the eight main combat brigades, the special operations brigade, and the intelligence brigade were all fellow Tier Six Spiritualists.

With this augmentation, Qin Tian now commanded eleven Tier Six powerhouses and an elite force exceeding sixty-seven thousand soldiers, a significant enhancement to his overall combat strength.

"Marshal Lin truly possesses remarkable foresight,"

Qin Tian mused silently.

The Baihu Corps, once a distinguished unit of the Empire's frontline Space Fleet, was successfully integrated under Marshal Lin's command. This significant achievement was the result of Marshal Lin's persistent efforts in overcoming various oppositions to finalize the deployment of this elite force.

The Dongfang Family played a crucial role in this endeavor, particularly as the Ran Family aligned with their faction.

With the reinforcement of the Baihu Corps, the troop deficiency at Ice Extreme Pass was entirely remedied, equipping him with sufficient personnel for the impending large-scale development project.

As for the relentless beast horde...

Qin Tian's gaze drifted towards the desolate, wind-swept horizon, a frigid glint appearing in his eyes.

Unol, do you truly believe you can remain concealed?

...

Before Satellite City No. 1, the biting wind felt like a sharp blade.

Xiong, at the head of over two thousand soldiers from Ice Extreme Pass, stood in solemn silence beneath the towering city walls.

Several kilometers distant, a colossal beast horde, resembling a moving snow mountain, advanced with a fervent charge, kicking up a blizzard of snow foam, its numbers reaching up to six thousand.

Despite Xiong's unwavering valor and his soldiers' resolute courage, the prolonged engagements across multiple satellite cities and the intense battles had severely depleted their physical reserves. The common soldiers' complexions were ashen, their eyes betraying an unmistakable exhaustion, and their fighting spirit had waned considerably from its initial peak.

Xiong expelled a deep, heavy sigh, the expelled air instantly transforming into glittering ice crystals upon contact with the frigid atmosphere, cascading like snowflakes around his boots. He firmly grasped the crimson war axe in his hand, a surging torrent of spiritual energy coursing through his being, momentarily pushing back the encroaching fatigue.