This High-level Insect Race is Chichu Chun.
"Send an urgent top-level request for aid to the Patriarch. Order all nearby stationed forces to get here at maximum speed. The battlefield must be sealed off before dawn, and no information must leak out. I will take all responsibility," Thistle Xuedong said, darkening his gaze,
"If it's necessary, I will kill her myself."
...
Somewhere on the battlefield, numerous soldiers still held their ground. They had been assigned to cover the retreating units, each person on high alert, even though they knew they wouldn't survive the upcoming bloodbath.
Tanks and cannons were lined up behind them, the atmosphere of death spreading among the steel machinery. The lieutenant stood behind a mortar; previously launched stinger-guided missiles had accurately hit an Insect Nest and munitions factory 53 kilometers away.
