Damn it!
Caslon swiftly opened the side door and rear ramp of the transport, preparing to abandon the vehicle and continue on foot.
Then, to his horror, he saw one of his teammates stick his head out of the hatch and quickly shoot it down with the transport's mounted machine gun.
As one of the Sons of the Emperor, his marksmanship naturally spoke for itself.
With several gunshots, the automated flying mech that had been brazenly flying straight through the sky was instantly reduced to a heap of scrap beneath the muzzle flashes.
Trailing a charred plume, it crashed down behind the transport and vanished into the weeds.
"Captain Caslon, it's all right now. We succeeded—"
The man had just been about to help Captain Caslon relax when he was immediately chewed out.
"Shut up, idiot!"
"Move! Full speed ahead! Don't stop for even a second!"
Whoosh—
Boom!!!
A missile from the opposing position exploded exactly where they had just been firing from.
Red Paint scattered everywhere, with some of it even splashing onto Company Commander Caslon, who had not managed to close the rear ramp in time.
Still shaken, he wiped the sticky substance from his helmet and looked at the crimson smear on his hand.
Good. How ruthless.
Caslon swallowed.
They were really treating their brothers like xenos.
"Quick, notify Adrol and the other captains. It would be best to dismount and proceed on foot. Stay concealed."
"And whatever you do, whatever you do, don't shoot the automated mechs in the sky!"
Boom!
Kasgar watched excitedly as Red Paint exploded across the enemy position.
He had indeed promised not to use Automated Flying Mechs during the exercise.
Those he had released were merely Remote-Controlled Flying Toys.
But if they shot at them and willingly revealed their positions...
Heh