The captain’s fist slammed down on his controls out of sheer frustration. The Hussars brought their heaviest weapons to the battlefield. Their intent to collapse the bunker was one hundred percent clear.
And to top it all off, they were more than double their numbers.
“All mecha squadrons,” he ordered, “enemy Hussars inbound, eight hundred strong. Stay sharp!”
A shiver ran through his command as he displayed their loadouts over comms. Some had seen those hammers in action, and never wanted to see that again.
But now, they had no choice.
“I want all RR units to head back to the bunker asap,” he continued. “One wing from each squadron will escort all of you back to base. The rest… we stay here and provide support to the pillboxes.”
“The hell you say?!” cried one of the RR officers. “W
