The lightest armor weighed around six or seven hundred kilograms, and armor designed for frontal combat weighed over a ton, leaving deep footprints wherever they went. The squad members were clearly retreating while fighting, leaving even more obvious tracks.
After pondering for a moment, Officer Christine pointed to the path leading deeper into the mountains. Since all the squad members were women, they mostly used light or medium armor, making it easier for them to retreat in open areas.
The other route was more dangerous due to the high energy consumption of moving through mountainous terrain. However, this also presented an opportunity. The energy consumption was relative; both sides would be equally drained, and the rugged terrain made resupply difficult for everyone. Whichever side managed to get supplies first would have the upper hand.
"Be careful, we'll take a detour. The most important thing now is not to be spotted by the enemy scouts," Christine said softly.
As the night deepened, the piercing cold wind made Jefferson shiver, and Jefferson noticed Christine outside was trembling even more severely. She curled up tightly to conserve body heat.
"Do you want to come inside?" Jefferson hesitantly asked. As soon as he said it, his heart began to race, worried that Christine might misconstrue the invitation.
As expected, Christine's body flinched slightly, and she curled up even more.
Jefferson sat inside the armor feeling frustrated. He didn't know if he and Christine could survive the night or if they would catch up with the others the next day. If not, how many more nights would they have to endure?
The only reassuring thought was that the night was relatively safe. There was no need to worry about a fatal blow to the back or an enemy sneaking up on them. Both pursuers and escapees would halt at night; without sunlight, it was hard to see the path, and using lights would make them obvious targets. The quiet of the night made even the slightest noise easily detectable, and exposing oneself meant becoming a target. No one would engage in night combat in such a complex terrain.
While feeling dejected, Jefferson suddenly heard a rustling sound. Christine was untying the straps holding her.
As she crawled through the gap in front, Jefferson felt his throat go dry, and a flame ignited in his belly, quickly traveling to his penis, making it hard and erect.
The armor's space was exceptionally cramped, designed for single occupancy, with only the seat area slightly more spacious. Thus, Christine could only fit her lower body inside, leaving her upper body outside.
Her legs had to be spread and bent, with her ankles pressing against her buttocks. The area between her legs just happened to touch Jefferson's protruding erection.
Christine, with her keen sense, immediately understood what it was, even discerning its size and hardness.
Instinctively, she flinched, but then she remembered her intention for coming inside. Soon, that thick and long thing would not only press between her legs but would also deeply penetrate her, taking her most treasured possession, reaching the deepest part of her body. So, why hesitate now?
"You risked following me, which greatly surprised and moved me. I can't say if we'll make it back alive, so I can only give you this as a reward," Christine said resolutely, unfastening her belt. She pulled down her trousers with both hands.
Suddenly, she blushed. She hadn't thought about it earlier, but now she realized that with her legs spread, she couldn't remove her pants.
Trying to back out wasn't easy either, as her bent legs made it difficult to exert any force.
Jefferson, fumbling awkwardly, tore a small rip in her pants. Seeing the white, creamy skin through the tear, he recalled his first swordsmanship lesson with Miss Linda.
That was also his first time making love with Linda, who hadn't taken off her pants but simply opened the crotch and began the act.
His fingers tingled with excitement as he gently tore at the crotch of Christine's pants, causing the seams to split open.
Underneath was a pair of light blue woolen panties, tightly wrapping the slight mound, with a few brown hairs peeking out from the edges.
The moment Jefferson tore open the pants, Christine's body stiffened. Her face, filled with an indescribable mix of shame and anger, flushed deeply.
This was too much.
Although she had decided to have sex with the young man, she didn't want others to know. Now, with the tear in her pants, anyone could see what they had done.
Just as Christine was about to get angry, she suddenly shuddered all over.