Don't Mess with Anyone, Don't Mess with China's Transport Troops

My name is Cheng Xing. I am an ordinary transport ship pilot in the Chinese military, responsible for delivering supplies to the front line. As soon as humans broke out of the solar system, they encountered an overwhelming attack by the Zerg. Mechanical civilization coldly blocked it, and the war situation collapsed for a time. Once, I was attacked by a starry monster while transporting goods. When the ship was destroyed and everyone died, I actually awakened the "infinite shuttle system" - which can take the entire transport ship to teleport between the battlefield and the base, and the cooldown only lasts for three minutes. From now on, I am no longer a logistics soldier, but a "mobile arsenal" as the frontline calls it. Short of ammunition? One hundred thousand missiles will be airdropped in the next second. Comrades are surrounded? Just send three mechas and a cabin of explosives. While others work on swordsmanship to cultivate immortality, I specialize in loading and unloading speed. Not enough firepower? Doesn't exist. Now the whole universe knows - don't mess with China, let alone Cheng Xing's supply line.