Please Don't Give Up

At the Imperial Army's Command Department, Lieutenant Colonel Nimaiheya listened to his subordinate's report and suddenly frowned.

Because they were attacking along both flanks, the Federation mecha on the right had now been discovered, and the distance between them was steadily closing.

Meanwhile, the Federation forces on the left seemed to have vanished completely.

Had they retreated?

If they had truly retreated, should his side continue advancing?

After thinking for a moment, Lieutenant Colonel Nimaiheya picked up the communicator. "The left-side unit will continue forward for thirty minutes. If no enemy forces are found, split off half your troops to encircle the mecha on the right. We must wipe out the Federation's remaining combat strength in this battle."

After giving the order, the lieutenant colonel still felt doubtful. Even now, he had yet to see that so-called assault unit.

The enemy company had practically been wiped out and had nearly broken through the Fire Hills Area's defensive line. Were they still not going to deploy their core forces?

But the situation had already reached the point of no return. Having occupied most of the Fire Hills Area, how could they possibly withdraw?

The instant Lieutenant Colonel Nimaiheya of the Imperial Army issued his order, Black intercepted it with precision and relayed it to Mu Fan.

What Mu Fan had not expected was that while helping Qiao avoid danger, he had triggered a chain of unpredictable changes.

Nearly half the troops from the eastern force that had originally been pursuing Qiao Pete and the others split off and began moving west. Judging by their direction, they intended to encircle Major Jerome's group from the flank.

Mu Fan, who had originally planned to cut across the terrain from behind, stopped because batches of soldiers had begun appearing.

If he crossed the terrain,