Sorry, I Came Late (2)

With a bang, sparks burst from Jerome's mech's left shoulder again.

Seeing this moving scene, the Mecha Battalion captain on the Imperial Army's side, who had just fired a shot, burst into laughter.

Mocking voices rang continuously through their voice channel. They seemed to pity their opponents while also celebrating their imminent destruction of the Federation mechs.

"Major!"

Seeing this, Theresa's eyes nearly split with fury. She frantically pounded the control panel, but her heavily damaged mech could only stagger along.

Even picking up her gun to return fire was a distant dream. It was already a miracle that the damaged engine had not shut down.

"Go! Go!"

Jerome roared.

The soldiers behind the two mechs naturally heard their conversation. Their eyes reddened as they lowered their heads and secretly wiped the corners of their eyes before running desperately again.

This was an opportunity the major had bought with his life. They had already escaped the Imperial Army's encirclement without regrets.

Now, they simply did not want to disappoint the major any further.

They only hated it—hated that they could not kill a few more Imperial bastards before they died.

The Imperial soldiers were clearly treating this like a game as they surrounded the soldiers before them and pressed closer step by step.

Although some strange news had come from the eastern side, they possessed the formidable force of a full thirty mechs.

On a battlefield like this, several dozen mechs were a force powerful enough to turn the tide.

Thus, the Imperial Army forces fighting with gusto on the eastern battlefield felt none of the panic their comrades on the western side did.

They had even prepared to launch a direct assault in a wilderness encounter.

What disappointed these Imperial pilots was that they had yet to see this