The experienced enemy commander had obviously prepared to send up a mecha in the next attack. This not only posed a threat to the position but was also a blatant test. If the position could only be blocked by suicide attacks with fusion hand grenades, then in the next assault, the enemy commander would send all his mechas without hesitation.
Damn it! Fatty gritted his teeth, staring at that mecha, calculating in his mind. He was completely unaware that a Chuckna sergeant with a livid face had walked up beside him.
"You there, General!" Jonathan glared angrily at Fatty, who had nearly turned him into a sieve, and said through gritted teeth, "I think you owe me an explanation!"
"Explanation?" Fatty turned around with a confused look, pointing at his own nose, "Are you talking to me?"
