Most of the people in this small port town had already fled when the Empire first launched its attack.
As a result, the Second Brigade met little resistance when it charged into Delai Port.
In fact, the entire city before them looked abandoned. Apart from the raging fires in the distance and the gunfire coming from the harbor, everything was deathly silent.
But Lieutenant Lawrence knew this did not mean everything was going smoothly. On the contrary, they had only just stepped into hell. What lay ahead might be the battlefield that truly decided whether they lived or died.
Urban warfare.
It was every army's worst headache: fighting in an unfamiliar city, on unfamiliar streets. Any building around them could suddenly open fire. Their enemies could emerge from anywhere. For soldiers, there was no more troublesome environment.
And now he had a radio with him.
"Your target is headquarters-do you know where it is?"
"Yes, sir."
Lawrence answered quietly.
"Do you know what to do?"
"Yes, sir."
Lawrence signaled to the communications soldier behind him. The man hesitated, then steered his mecha in a figure eight. This was something the Eye of the Sky had requested before they set out. To confirm the positions of friendly forces, they needed to respond to the Eye of the Sky this way from time to time.
"Good, I see you. Move out. If you encounter enemy forces, you can request covering fire from me at any time."
"Yes, sir."
Lawrence replied, then issued an order.
"Mecha, advance! Everyone, watch your surroundings!"
This was the Imperial Army's way of fighting: mecha scouted ahead, while infantry followed close behind under their cover. After all, mecha stood tall, could see farther, and had large, sturdy frames. The Empire actually had Fortress Mechs specially designed for urban