At the rear of the ten-mile space-tar pileup, the remaining four hundred elite Blood-Skull Star-Destroyers clamped their air-intake shutters down with a loud CLANG-CLANG-CLANG!
“Vents sealed, Big Sister!” First Admiral Hu Bao shouted over the fleet radio from his heavy assault cruiser. “That demon alchemist’s stinky-tofu gas can’t get inside our hulls now! All four hundred elite ships have locked their heavy siege cannons onto the golden railway track three miles to our left! On my count—three, two—”
Before Hu Bao could say “one,” a deafening train whistle blasted down the Express Sky-Rail!
CHOOOOOO-CHOOOOOO!
Streaking down the glowing golden rail from the direction of World #3 (Black-Iron Moon) came Heavy Freight Star-Train No. 4, pulling two hundred open-top iron flatcars at blinding speed!
Standing right on the front locomotive’s cowcatcher was General Tie Zhan.
He had finished his steamed pork bun, pulled a pair of clear glass fishbowl helmets over his head, and zipped up his thick cotton space-overalls. Behind him on the two hundred open flatcars stood 5,000 Rank 6 & Rank 7 Black-Iron Martial Giants—soldiers who had spent the last two months swinging ten-thousand-pound sledgehammers in the 10x gravity of Black-Iron Moon while eating Dragon-Marrow Beef-Wheat—side-by-side with 5,000 Star-Iron Golems led by Chief Shi Gang!
