Twelve days later, at the far end of North Gully Main Pass.
"A large group of heavy targets approaching on the eastern slope! Gunners, watch your firing lanes!!"
Behind the blast-resistant Tower Shield, the Mecha's main gunner swung his pitch-black biochemical heavy cannon around. Arcs crackled through its charging circuits in the gale.
The next instant, a high-powered tactical searchlight pierced the billowing smoke and illuminated a tattered, blood-red Guild banner snapping in the dust-laden wind!
Beneath the flagpole, four heavy Mecha caked in scorched black sludge thundered downhill, crushing weathered rock beneath their feet. The lead pilot practically blew out his communicator as he shouted:
"Friendlies! Don't fucking fire!! The flanking regiment from Resurrection Point Three has broken through! Lower those fucking barrels and give the bastards at the bottom of the gully a shot!!"
"Holy shit?! You actually fucking flanked them from the east?!"
Overjoyed, the gunner lowered his barrel, confirmed that his allies had cleared the firing lane, and squeezed the trigger all the way down!
BOOM-!!
A blazing white, high-energy lightning blast roared over the front rank of shields and slammed squarely into the center of the canyon basin!
The last five [Sackback Beasts], which had been trying to flee north, screeched to a halt under the savage shock wave. Strings of gray egg sacs collided wildly on their back armor, pus churning beneath their membranes like enormous abscesses ready to burst at any moment!
With anti-impact Tower Shields already staked and welded into place ahead of them and Heavy Assault Mechs charging in from behind, the massive fleeing convoy crashed into a hopeless pileup inside the narrow, dead-end gully!
"Close the trap!!"
Two mountain-heavy alloy shields slammed inward from either side. With a thunderous crash, they smashed the gaping maw of the foremost behemoth, which