Time had become unbearably long in the waiting.
Jiepeng people! A lookout on the rooftop of the building let out a cry of despair.
In the silence, the men slowly stood up. A moment later, several Mecha silhouettes appeared on the distant hillside. From their outlines it could be seen, those were Jiepeng people's Mecha.
Damn! A middle‑aged man squeezed out from the crowd.
He strode toward the town entrance. He was the mayor of this town, and even at this moment, he hadn't forgotten the responsibility on his shoulders.
If he could prevent his homeland from being destroyed, he would do anything to achieve it. And if he died, he believed the fellows behind him would, without the slightest hesitation, pick up their weapons and fight every single Jiepeng person who set foot in this small town.
The mayor followed the path down the slope at the town entrance, walking toward the oncoming Mecha.
