Roaring engines echoed across the battlefield. Like the Grim Reaper, the Night Raven plunged into the fray, raised its gun, and opened fire on the charging beasts. Amid the thunder of gunfire, beast after beast collapsed with agonized howls.
At the same time, a young voice came over the radio.
"This is Thistle Knight Li Wei. From this moment on, I'm taking command of the front line."
"It's Sir Li Wei!"
Hearing that voice, the copilot cried out in excitement. After all, the man was famous throughout the Empire. His feat of slaying a dragon alone was enough to get anyone excited.
"Ground Mecha units, maintain overlapping defensive fire. Everyone else, withdraw to the riverbank at five o'clock."
Meanwhile, Li Wei issued his orders.
The commander frowned when he heard them. As commander of the Eighth Armored Division, he naturally knew that the riverbank was low and extremely flat, making it utterly unsuitable for defense.
Why would Sir Li Wei give that order?
Despite his confusion, the commander quickly switched on his radio.
"This is Eddie Malone, commander of the Eighth Armored Division. Orders received. Executing immediately."
"Sir, are we really retreating toward the riverbank? Shouldn't we head up the mountain?"
The copilot beside him voiced his confusion. Normally, in a situation like this, they should occupy defensible high ground wherever possible. Why would they do the exact opposite?
"Shut up. Sir Li Wei is the frontline commander now. We're soldiers. All we need to do is follow his orders."
Eddie shot the copilot a vicious glare.
"If you're so capable, why don't you go slay a dragon?"
"Heh, heh, heh..."
With his superior snapping at him, the copilot dared not say another word. He hurriedly helped the commander pilot their Knight Mech into a rapid retreat. Meanwhile, the soldiers