PS: In this battle of March, our bandit army is just like the current Suicide Camp—there is no way out. White Goose is catching up fast; in just one day the gap has shrunk by three hundred votes. Seventy-Two will make an agreement with everyone here: we fight a battle with no way back! I update, you vote. Shake him off. Defend the chrysanthemum to the death!
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"Sir, the enemy suddenly turned northeast and is fleeing toward the mountains."
"Got it. Everyone speed up and keep up the pursuit." Vego's voice was calm and firm.
"Yes, sir."
He pushed the control stick, making the Mecha keep running in that mechanical posture. Watching countless Mecha rumble past him, Vego leaned back against the metal tube-shaped seat and suddenly felt all the strength drain from his body.
His mind was a complete blank. It was as if there was a broken section in his memory. Every decision he had made earlier, now that he thought about it, felt like he'd been sleepwalking.
