"Look at these mechs we've acquired; not a single one is of any use at the crucial moment!"
Now, in the Military Department headquarters, two screens were focusing on two mechs.
One Thunderhawk, belonging to a friend of Commander Alexey.
The other was this dilapidated mech that had suddenly appeared, its size only one-fifth of the Thunderhawk's, but the sight of it was downright spine-chilling!
The Deputy Minister glanced at the Minister's pot-like face and decided to keep his mouth shut.
Their mood had been soured by a message from the Commander-in-Chief.
"We cannot tarnish the glory of our military."
Just that one sentence!
What did it mean?
It meant that the people in the Military Department couldn't afford to lose face!
The two Ministers really wanted to say, "Report to the Commander, we would also like to charge in, but we are no match for them."
But they swore that if they really did say that, they could forget about ever wearing their uniforms again.