The scattered mecha wreckage on the battlefield was crushed into powder by the hefty mecha iron palms, and each corpse was transformed into bloody minced meat. The scorched earth flew up as the mecha's anti-slip gear churned it. The entire world was torn apart by these steel giants' high-speed charge. In the air, every sound was the piercing scream caused by the mechas.
"Shit!" Sniper Feng Laos raised his gun and fired. A burst of blood blossomed on the back of a Jiepeng soldier who had just crawled out from a scorched mecha, and he slumped softly at the edge of the cockpit, only to be suddenly devoured by a roaring Fierce Fire from the mecha.
"Platoon leader, how long do we need to hold?!" Feng Laos shouted loudly.
"I don't know!" Nash fired without turning his head, his voice drifting amidst the intense explosions and gunfire.
