"Are there any mechas left?" Fatty's voice trembled a little. Although he knew the possibility of having mechas was almost zero, he clung to a sliver of hope. He could almost be sure that the main base on the other side had already been occupied by the enemy. To walk out of here alive, without mechas, there wasn't even a glimmer of hope!
"Mechas....." Nash's bitter laugh made Fatty's heart sink. However, the next sentence made his eyes suddenly light up.
Nash said bitterly, "The Mechanical Armor Team in the company is wiped out. Out of eleven mechas, only one is heavily damaged and unable to move. All the others are destroyed."
"Unable to move?" Fatty was stunned and then started laughing foolishly, "Hehehe."
Nash raised his eyelids in bewilderment, only to be dragged up by Fatty.
"Take me there!"
