"Tian Xingjian!" Feiler gritted his teeth as he mouthed the name, his face turning livid.
The identity of the armored team had been clarified through battlefield records sent back from the front lines. The way those Mecha maneuvered through dawn and artillery fire, repeatedly tearing through his defenses, was identical to that Leray fatty. If not the bandit army, then who?
Even though he had already anticipated the identity of this Mecha team, Feiler felt no sense of satisfaction. Honestly, neither he nor Selwal, nor the entire command center, had foreseen the shocking news of fifty Mechas annihilating the 4th Armored Battalion.
At that moment, Feiler recalled the words his mentor had repeatedly warned him.
