With a bang, sparks erupted once again from the left shoulder of Jerome's mecha.
Witnessing this touching scene, the captain of the Imperial army's mecha battalion, who had just fired a shot, couldn't help but laugh aloud.
Mocking voices echoed continuously over their communication channel, seemingly pitying the enemy while excited about their imminent victory over the Federation mecha.
"Major!"
Teresa, seeing this scene, felt a surge of rage. He frantically pounded the control panel, but the heavily damaged mecha could only stumble forward.
Even raising a gun for a counterattack was a luxury, and it was a miracle that its damaged engine hadn't stalled.
"Go! Go!"
Jerome roared.
The soldiers behind the two mechas could naturally hear their conversation. With red-rimmed eyes, they lowered their heads, quietly wiped their tears, and then ran desperately again.
