This wasn't a battle, but a slaughter, and the brothers found themselves humiliated by the derision of this damn woman. Despite the general superior quality of the Independent Regiment compared to regular soldiers, when pitted against Jiu Ling, all they could do was try to slow down the attack rhythm of the Devil Angel.
The soldiers were disoriented; they couldn't move forward or stay still. Advancing would be suicidal, but not attempting to fight was not an option either. They had no choice but to push forward, regardless of how grim the situation was.
At this moment, Jiu Ling was dominating the battlefield, taking down more than a dozen Mechas with ease and growing fiercer in her attacks. Her cold, taunting voice echoed relentlessly from the loudspeakers.
