Colonia Storm Tour

Even without firing at them, these mech monsters' mech domains alone are enough to serve as the most suitable mobile cover on the battlefield!

There is one minute left.

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At this moment, yellow bullets and blue energy blasts could be seen flying past each other, and occasionally the shrieking sound of rocket launchers firing could be heard. Bright beams of light could also be seen flashing rapidly toward the position, vaporizing several soldiers.

A soldier was hit in the arm by a beam of light, but it didn't hit any vital organs, so the soldier was still alive and didn't even need to stop the bleeding.

Before he could even feel relieved, two more beams pierced through his cover and struck him directly, turning him and the surrounding area into scorched earth.

The survivors of the rocket launcher team were hit by a beam of light and disappeared from the world before they could even replace the missiles in their rocket launchers.

The last surviving grenade launcher loaded his final grenade; the grenade and rocket launcher teams had previously eliminated most of the enemy. But his luck ran out. After he fired the last grenade, two beams struck him, instantly vaporizing him.

The grenade flew into the last few DEM guards, who were divided into tactical squads. With a crackling explosion, the overpressure and flying shrapnel from the blast instantly took them out.

Then a beam of light hit the upper part of the captain's helmet, melting that part of it completely.

"The captain has been shot! Medic!!"

A soldier saw that I had been shot and tried to drag me further back from the position. But as soon as he left the cover, four beams of light suddenly appeared from the sky and vaporized his body.

The enemy's F117 fighter jets swept through the enemy lines at high speed, killing several soldiers before quickly pulling up, giving us no chance to retaliate.

The machine gunner turned the heavy machine gun, attempting to fire at the departing fighter jet, but just as he turned the gun, a beam of light struck him directly, vaporizing him.

Faced with the enemy's dive-bombing strafing, fewer and fewer survivors remained on the position.

"Magician! Magician! You split up to deal with these mechs and fighters! Without you holding them back, we'd all be finished!"

Before the captain could finish speaking with lingering fear, several magicians, also dressed in CR-UNIT, attacked from the direction of the Immortal Annihilator's attack.

Seeing these magicians who were clearly not of the same ilk, the captain's heart sank.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

With a deafening roar of thunder, the magicians, caught somewhat off guard by the attack from their comrades, had their equipment completely ionized by the lightning storm that was constantly unleashing its violent energy.

Without the Magician's cover, the entire battle situation took a sharp turn for the worse, with the F117 fighters hovering in the air and attacking their positions with their noses pointing downwards.

This aerial attack was undoubtedly fatal to the defending soldiers! The magicians who were supposed to provide them with aerial cover were already in complete disarray; their bunkers were of no use against attacks from above!

There are 3 minutes left.

But faced with the enemy's efficient slaughter, only the captain remained alive on the position.

The captain closed his eyes in anguish. Was this the end...?

"Everyone, fire at will!!"

"Hu-ha!!"

That sound... is it from C platoon?!

The captain suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the position. The men of Platoon C kept rushing out of the gate and quickly took over the position, using all the firepower at hand to suppress the enemy.

"How did you... come here? Didn't I tell you guys not to come out?!" The pain from the burns almost made the captain unable to speak, but he still angrily said to Platoon Leader C.

"Military law doesn't say you can abandon your allies and run away when you're at a complete disadvantage, sir. Sorry for disobeying orders, but at least we saved you, didn't we?"

Platoon Leader C blushed slightly and said to the captain with a bit of embarrassment.

"You shouldn't have come out..."

Suddenly, the captain noticed several dark spots on the sunny side that were getting bigger and bigger. He immediately widened his eyes and shouted, "Incomeing!!"

The beams and energy blasts from the Immortal Vanguard Assault Mech and the Immortal Annihilator Assault Mech quickly swept across the battlefield.

In an instant, the captain's vision was completely enveloped by the white light.

When the captain regained his sight, he saw that Platoon Leader C, who had been lying on him, had disappeared. Only the astonishingly hot surface temperature proved that Platoon Leader C had once been there.

The captain also had some minor injuries. The entire position... was almost completely scorched earth. Only one machine gun survived; everything else—the bunkers, and the soldiers of Platoon C—had vanished, all turned into lava and charcoal by the beam cannon's power.

Despite the excruciating pain from his extensive burns, the captain stood up and walked step by step toward the heavy machine gun. He then turned the machine gun to aim at the enemy; the DEM guards were the only enemies he could kill immediately.

"Go to hell!!!"

The captain shouted in a voice filled with hatred, pressing the trigger tightly and unleashing a barrage of bullets. The merciless Immortal Vanguard Assault Mech attacked him directly with micro-missiles.

"Oh no!"

The barrage of miniature missile explosions knocked the captain to the ground again. These explosions didn't completely injure him, but the shrapnel from the blasts unfortunately pierced his previous wound, causing triple pain that almost brought tears to his eyes. Despite the pain, the captain forced back his tears and reached for the shrapnel, trying to pull it out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The shard nearly pierced the captain's chest, causing him to cry out in immense pain. However, he managed to pull the shard out and toss it aside.

Now the captain felt only tranquility and pain.

Time is up.

A roar of victory echoed from within the base—the sound of transport plane engines starting up.

The transport ship slowly rose, then lifted its nose and gradually accelerated upwards, soaring into the sky.

The pain was becoming almost unbearable, but the captain was still holding back his tears; in fact, he even wanted to laugh.

"At least... we won... didn't we? See?! Sister! Cough cough... your... little brother... didn't let you down!! Cough cough cough... hahaha... hahaha..."

The transport plane continued to accelerate and climb, gradually turning into three points of light.

The captain raised his right hand as if to grasp the three points of light that represented hope...that proved that the sacrifice of our company was worthwhile, that we had protected the lives of at least 1000 people.

Suddenly, three beams of light struck the point of light that represented hope, and then the point of light turned into an explosion that represented despair, through which three Nighthawk fighters passed.

This indicates that the enemy spotted the taking-off aircraft instantly and had no intention of letting them go.

The captain's smile gradually froze, followed by a surge of grief and indignation.

"No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The captain rolled over and, with his last ounce of strength, struggled to crawl back towards the base, as if the pain didn't exist. "No, no, this can't be, it must be an illusion! They must be high in the sky now! And then they left! It absolutely is! Yes, it must be! It must be... it must be..."

At this moment, the captain could no longer hold back his tears. As if a dam had burst, tears streamed down his face, and sobs filled the scorched earth in front of the base. Then he stopped his meaningless crawling.

Thump-thump, the captain suddenly heard a sound coming from behind. It was the sound of the enemy's Immortal Vanguard Assault Mech's four legs stomping on the ground.

The captain struggled to roll over and saw an Immortal Vanguard Assault Mech approaching him. With all his might, the captain retrieved his pistol from the holster on his waist and began firing repeatedly at the behemoth.

"Die! Die! Die! Die!" Gunfire continued, bullets hitting random areas and ricocheting off repeatedly.

*Ding!* The pistol was out of ammunition and locked in place. But the captain kept pulling the trigger, as if that would allow him to fire another bullet.

The Immortal Vanguard Assault Mech walked up to the captain, swung its cannon backhand, and struck the captain's right hand holding the gun. The immense force of the blow fractured the captain's hand, and the gun flew out of his hand.

The captain used his still-functioning left hand to repeatedly pound on the assault mech's body, but the attacks from his left hand felt like punching cotton, lacking any sense of direct impact.

But even the opponent's casual domain didn't react, as if mocking his weakness. The captain stared intently at him with hate-filled brown eyes.

"........."

Boom!

Two beams of light immediately struck the captain in front of him.

The intense heat of the beam rapidly incinerated the captain's body. Although the entire process took less than a second, the captain could feel his consciousness fading away incredibly slowly, as if each second felt like an eternity...

After seeing the captain completely wiped out by two shots, the Immortal Vanguard Assault Mech continued to advance.

After the captain died, the sky in the distance where he had been stood darkened. Two huge flashes of light almost dimmed the sun's brilliance, lasting for several tens of seconds before a huge mushroom cloud rose. That signified the base's last resort: to use all the explosives stored at the base to perish together with the enemy.

April 1, 2014, London RAF base

British Army strength: 7; killed: 7; evacuation transport aircraft: 3; survivors: 0.

Enemy forces: 2; casualties: 1.5.

Most of the casualties were caused by the explosion.

Number of surviving civilians: ...0...

The second section, "Echoes of the Past," comes from Moni MK3 (Harvest Mech).

This short story is set during the "Polar Night" series of chapters, specifically at the end of the Antarctic defense war. Please note this.

Furthermore, the short story was not titled by the writer, because he did not give me a title for it…

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where am I?

The view was obstructed by bloodstains and debris; the broken electronic lens reflected the bloodstains and dust, as well as the smoke and dust that filled the narrow patch of sky it divided.

That wasn't what he wanted to see, even though they were right beside him. The distant explosions and tremors, the fragmented communication signals and the dying howls—all seemed to come from another world under the combined effects of hallucinations and blood loss.

Where are you?

He struggled to open his eyes, to use a replaced electronic pupil and a flesh-and-blood eye to see what lay behind the illusions, but he still couldn't see anything more. His once superhuman body was now like a piece of cured meat thrown into a cellar, just like the ones he'd seen during his travels in the countryside of Tainan—they all shared the same characteristics: immobile, waiting to rot, buried under a mixture of ice and mud.

The only difference is that he is still alive.

Don't leave me here. He tried to scream, but they were as immovable as if filled with lead, stuck between the armor fragments and the helmet, and he couldn't budge them an inch no matter what he did.

This shouldn't be my end. He thought, their steady footsteps approaching from the side, dense and rhythmic—a composure and uniformity almost impossible for humans to achieve, a shared characteristic. But there would be no place for him in the line, he suddenly realized as the last footstep passed by his remains.

I am loyal to "us," fighting under this emerald green banner from the moment of my rebirth. I am more loyal and steadfast than anyone else... Isn't that right? Leader? Obeying your and the nation's will?

Is it not?

Memory led him to the morning it all began, the day they—the discarded, forgotten remnants—were artificially gathered, imbued with power and faith. Thousands of giants, shrouded in metallic luster, looked up at the one who had brought it all together, the saint, the leader, that colossal projection sculpted by the might of technology. They wielded heavy weapons impossible for mortals to possess, submitting to the saint's power.

Iron Cavalry, a title representing glory and the future.

That was their first meeting, a momentous occasion against the backdrop of incredible airships and steel behemoths.

He is powerful, able to easily empower them; he is wise, as evidenced by the vast amount of data accumulated in the 9000 series, which demonstrates the complexity and obscurity of his technologies; he can also lead them, enabling this nation, reduced to rubble by natural disasters, to stand tall in the world once more.

This is how it should be, and this is how it must be.

They believed things would continue as expected, just as they had been told. So what went wrong?

Regardless, he could no longer see the figure surrounded by light. Although he still firmly believed that the one would not turn a blind eye to his warriors, where was he?

Where are you? Leader?

Don't do this, don't just leave me here like those guys did... Don't forget me, don't leave me to rot in this icy mud. Didn't you promise me a future? Before each and every one of us? Why don't you speak? Leader?