“War. War never changes.”
A few kilometers away on a ridge overlooking the city, a handful of Hussar officers watched as the horrifying battle unfolded before them. Though most of them wore faces of defeat and despair, one was stoic throughout. It seemed as though her face was carved out of stone - her expression was unblin
A forward operations wing up on the ridge then painted the Federation bunker with their targeting array. The array blanketed an entire swath of land around the hill, with the bunker and its pillboxes at the very center of it. Below the ridge, the artillery mecha pilots cranked open their power limi
Deep inside the bunker, only the sound of groans and buckling metal filled the darkened rooms and hallways. After a moment, emergency orange lights switched on as the secondary generators spun up and delivered much-needed power to the nearly-dead base. The thick heavily reinforced bunker walls had
In fact, only half of the equipment in the command center had power going to it, and that severely impacted their effectiveness. With the major down, and no-one in command, the junior officer was forced to step up. Although she had plenty of officer training, this was on a whole ‘nother level. She
The colonel and two hundred of her Hussars dashed over to the bunker with maximum thrust. They were the first of four waves assaulting the Federation bunker, which was on its very last legs. All they needed to do was deliver the killing blow and convert the entire thing into a tomb. “What’s their
“Evasive maneuvers!” yelled the colonel. Every mecha on the field quickly broke off and entered their maneuvers, but it was of little use. Four of the emplacements concentrated on the closest Hussars, and laid down streams of fire downrange. Their barrels made terrifying ROARS as thousands of roun
The captain paced back and forth inside the command center. Her face was creased with worry, though it had lessened thanks to the chainguns’ valiant defense. Everyone in the bunker had heard them roar, even through the thick walls. They also felt the vibrations that each of them had made. They were
The Seventh squadron came up on the most damaged pillbox and circled it a few times as they surveyed the damage. More than half of the armored dome up top had been torn to pieces by multiple artillery strikes. What was left had collapsed into the shooting floor itself, with wisps of smoke rising o