1 sided.

She sights laughing, "so that means you're trying to get Yamato for a valid reason," Christopher smiles.

"Indeed, I am. Giving Yamato a working human body is easy. It is something I've done all too much".

"I also have several reasons to do it. If I do get her, nobody can deny the Fleet of fog to be added to Avalon".

Sipping the tea, he swallows it. " She might be a mechanical construct, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have emotion".

"I've seen it many times when a supposed emotionless machine rebels against a corrupt creator. They are just as human as anything else".

Setting it down. "Anyhow, I have some other matters to attend to. You should stop trying to figure out these constructs".

"Just a warning" walking away, she glances at his back, sighing as she vanishes. "I need to give some commands to fog".

She sighs, appearing in a random area. "I never thought I'd come back here". She glances back towards the centre circle.

"Nexus core" she glances around the degrading structure. "It looks the same. How could this be Nexus body".

Appearing on base, he glances down, "so we've successfully captured a quarter of the previous European countries and Russia has actively boosted the security at the border "

He grins. "They're just preparing to launch an assault. After we've captured the weakened Europe".

"Start deploying heavier forces to push deeper into the territory authorization for medium walker granted".

The Gatling mech walks out of the gates with their shielding, actively spinning their barrel they hold fire.

The wind spinning around the guns producing a cooling Drenthe large pronged touch the ground, a loud clang produced from the contact.

Proceeding forward, they step on the grass, going completely silent, the soil sinking beneath their feet.

The sound of the spinning torrent being all that's heard. Entering the fray of the frontline, they aim their massive Guns.

The explosive shots resounding from the barrel piercing any cover with their high calibre.

"RETREAT!" they run away from the monstrous firepower of these invulnerable machines.

Glancing through the deployed forces, Christopher nods, "deploy additional artillery provision naval support".

"Deploy laser guidance systems for additional ballistics missiles support." The units are deployed, invisible to the eye from their stealth field. Securing behind enemy lines.

Their laser appears on the ground, a silent dart shots out, hitting the ground in the targeted area.

Retreating, the Dart blinks a neon black. "[firing ballistics Round]" the missile hatch flies open.

The initial burst sending it out, the thruster activating as it barrels through the air, spinning as it targets the location.

"Huh, what that" he squints his eyes, finally getting a clear view of his eyes widen. "IT's A FUCK BALLISTIC MISSILE RUN!"

He sprints off alone; the missile collides with the ground *BOOM* The heat wave engulfs the ammo setting off its ignition.

*BOOM,* the explosion resounds, destroying the entire depot. Smoke billowing up into the sky.

More depots explode from the ballistics, "HOW THE HELL DID THEY GET ARE DEPOT LOCATIONS!".

They all shake their heads. "We don't know, sir. They just blew up in the middle of the night, none of the missile defences detected them".

"How is that possible?" An explosive missile pushing off thrust directed at ammo. Depots. These aren't even essential locations, and they're destroyed.

" Whoever launch hem has the materials to waste them or is just plain stupid," he shakes his head. "Secure underground positions for are ammo".

"Deploy armoured personnel carriers, limit 16 units". The warp gate shifts as a long tracked armoured vehicle emerges from it.

Stopping in the parking lot, the back hatch flies down to soldiers sprinting into it, closing after it's filled.

It speeds forward, its light assault cannon targeting force that peaks the head out *BANG, BANG, BANG* the rapid succession of fire completely suppresses any attack forces.

Unloading its troops, it provides an additional cover measure before pulling back to load up on more. "GO, GO, GO"

The troopers Push forwards. "SIR!" the man screams at his superior. "WE'RE BEING PUSHED BACK BY AN UNIDENTIFIED FORCE!"

The man mumbles, "first are supply depots and now are frontline being pushed back there also those artillery bombardments targeting behind the front lines"

"It's disrupting food supplies and other supply. The roads are knocked out as. Well. What are we fighting?"

"We've been pushed to be door step" the man sighs, "any good news" he shakes his head. "Tanks have been deployed and are airspace disrupted".

"Additionally, a large amount of infantry are supporting the tanks. We can't take them out individual".

"So basically we are fucked," he sighs. "Retreat pull back all forces we've lost this" *BOOM*.

The explosion resounds through the walls. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!" the subordinate sprints out.

Glancing around, he finds the flame running back in. "ARE COMMUNICATIONS TOWERS BEEN DESTROYED!"

Another explosion resounds, a soldier running in. "WE HAVE TO RETREAT, WE'VE LOST THE FRONTLINE"

The enemies break through the door, entering the base *BANG,* ringing out. They insistently gun down everybody in their way, stopping at the command door.

Gesture to prepare a smoke and stun grenade, the 2 other nod pulling the pin of the smoke, they chuck it in the stun grenade shortly after.

The screeching sound pulses out, deafening and blinding everybody as they randomly shot the guns, the shot clinking off their armour.

"Superior and subordinates secured returning to troop transport" leaving with them, they enter transport.

Driving off, they pull away other squads moving in and securing the facility. They re fortify it.

"[we've secured around half the frontline and pushed it forwards]" he reports to the intelligence. "Good, I'll inform the generals".

"Hold the currently taken land and reinforce fortifications. They should pull out some larger guns since we have them too".

The senior officer snickers, cutting the call, "[sir, I'd like to deploy heavy tanks in small numbers]".

The superior remain silent. "[I'll forward the request to the general]" the superior nods habitually. "Thank you".

Christopher glances at another request. "They want to deploy heavy tanks," the man nods. "Get me a read on the current in use military weaponry of Europe".

The man retreats, coming over later and handing the sheet to him. Christopher glances over it. "They only have light and medium tanks. Sure, the heavy would be good intimidation, but they still have a few anti-tank missiles.

He confines reading over it, "oh power projection, that's what they want to do" sighing.

He yawns. "Deploy 3 super heavy tanks, escort by 4 heavy tanks with additional infantry sections".

"Yes, sir" Thurlein warps in the tanks, their additional defence providing far more advanced.

The heavy tank's tread rips apart the ground behind it, leaving trails as the heavy tanks proceed.

"I never thought he deploys a super heavy tank, those things, a moving fortress with personal deployment".

Glancing away, they push to the front line, "WHAT THE HELL!" *BOOM* the demolisher cannon fires n artillery shell hammers into the ground, the power creating a 3 by 4 metre crater.

The Fireball having engulfed everything in its explosive path, the anti-personal guns firing off 67 calibre bullets, the large shots piercing the cover and delivering lethal wounds to those hit.

"IT'S A FUCKING FORTRESS RUN!" their morale snaps, running away, the heavy tanks having done nothing.

A rocket hammers into the side plate armour *boom,* "ha, I hit it…" he glances at it, his eyes widening.

"Not even a scratch" he falls to his knees, getting gunned down moments later