"The national faith of you Rumina people has yet to be restored. You have traveled millions of light years in one go."

"Well, it seems, that's what happened."

In fact, these people all have serious illnesses. Sergeant Max felt that if he stayed with these people for a long time, he would not have much time left before going crazy.

What broke him out of his thoughts was the voice of Sergeant Major Tatara.

"Don't be dazed, you are not injured!" The Rumina sergeant major stretched out his finger, flicked Sergeant Max's helmet, and shouted: "Get ready to charge! Charge! Do you hear the bugle?"

Immediately afterwards, shouts, roars, guns, explosions, mechanical friction, and all kinds of heart-stopping noises poured into his mind like an avalanche and a flood.

Of course, there is also the passionate sound of trumpets coming from behind the foothills in the distance.

That is indeed an attack signal unique to the 38th Division. Whether it is the Rumina people from New Seville or the Sand People from New Yumen. When they hear this trumpet sound, they will always be stunned.

I accidentally got my blood boiling.

However, after all, he, Sergeant Jerrel Mace, was a sailor who once belonged to the First Fleet, and the lifestyle he pursues is a stable one. It is still difficult to understand the lifestyle of these people.

He mechanically took out a power hammer from the weapon rack on the back of the exoskeleton, looked blankly at his comrades, and then at the real battlefield.

At this time, the light mist and thick smoke were dissipating, and the grass in front of them was scattered with hit Imperial mechas and tanks, some of which had lost their mobility, leaving only a large ball of raging bears wrapped in black smoke.

Fire.

However, there are more imperial soldiers advancing.

In fact, at this time, detectors without mechas were able to capture that the burned woodlands on the foothills on both sides were also littered with mecha carcasses and corpses of our own soldiers.

However, more Community soldiers were rushing over the forest and corpses towards the battlefield.

At low altitude, the melee between drones and armored airships continued. Sergeant Max saw with his own eyes that an Empire Falcon airship exploded in mid-air not far away. That was because one of the aircraft was carrying a disintegrating ram and a

A high-explosive drone penetrated its belly.

Farther away, a heavier and higher-flying Fire Crow armored airship dragged its burning tail and swayed past his head. The airship's cannon fired a series of lines of fire, blasting the four

Five of our own warriors were defeated, but then, the self-destructing drone launched from behind the side of the mountain ejected and rushed towards them with its rotors extended.

The Fire Crow armored airship crashed to the ground dozens of meters away, and immediately exploded into a ball of fire.

Then, there was a bang, and an imperial mecha more than three meters high emerged from the raging fire, as if it was an evil ghost emerging from purgatory.

Immediately afterwards, the evil ghost turned his face and looked at himself. His vision hole was covered by flames, but the evil light was clearly hidden.

"Go and kill that imperial devil!" Sergeant Major Tatara patted Sergeant Max on the shoulder.

Me, me?

Are you talking about this Panzergrenadier whose ax alone is bigger than my head?

"Forget it, just follow us." Sergeant Cadet laughed.

Sergeant Max saw with his own eyes that his two comrades, the Rumina man with only three arms left and the sand man with only half a tail, had jumped out of the ditch and rushed into the smoke.

When he reacted, he suddenly realized that he had actually rushed out with his comrades. He could even see the cold glow of the battle ax in the hand of the Imperial Grenadier.

If the ax is thrown over, half of my body will be broken into pieces, right?

…Wait a minute, I don’t seem to have any armor, I’m only wearing protective clothing and an exoskeleton.

"Come on! Rat!" The imperial soldier under the mecha roared. His throat seemed to have been injured, and his roaring voice had a thick smell of rust, making it more like an evil ghost.

The young human gunner was unconscious for a moment, but he still moved forward subconsciously.

However, all he heard was a "boom". It was his comrade, Sergeant Cadet, who opened fire with a shotgun.

The half-body of the Imperial Panzergrenadier was immediately completely covered by the roaring rain of bullets. No matter whether it was the ferocious eyes, the burning flames of war, or the cold light of the battle ax, it was no longer clear.
Chapter completed!