Los Angeles.
For this prosperous city, it had now become the last refugee camp.
Pressed on all sides by the mechanical army, they had nowhere left to retreat. It was not as if no one had tried to escape by air or sea. But the Decepticons were clearly no fools; they had completely severed all transportation and communications between North America and the outside world, turning it into an isolated island.
And now, all they could do was make a desperate last stand.
"B Team, with me! Cover the others as they retreat to safety!!"
Waving his hand forcefully, the young soldier ran through the ruins of the buildings with his rifle in hand. Not far ahead, dozens of Decepticons were freely pouring fire onto the streets. The few remaining tanks had long since been blasted into heaps of scrap metal, stranded motionless in the middle of the road.
"Ready the grenade launchers!! Fire from cover!!"
At the command, the soldiers swiftly launched an attack on the Decepticons. Caught off guard by the sudden assault, the Decepticons were quite startled. But they quickly used the surrounding buildings as cover and launched a rapid counterattack against the soldiers.
However, it was not enough to change the situation.
"What do we have left?!"
Inside the temporary command post, the President frowned, glaring at the map before turning to the Defense Minister. Under the President's gaze, however, the Defense Minister could only shake his head.
"I'm sorry, Mr. President, but we have no way to give you a definite answer. As you can see, those damned alien robots have cut off nearly all our communications. But I believe there must still be overseas forces remaining... I suggest that we evacuate immediately..."
"Evacuate? To where?"
The President cut off the Defense Minister's suggestion irritably.