"Bang! Bang!"
Two shots rang out, and two imperial Noble Mechas, 35 and 43 meters from Ji Xinghe, had tungsten steel alloy bullets pierce through their cockpits before toppling to the ground, never to rise again.
"Yes, we won't die."
Ji Xinghe's tone remained calm as he finally made his way to the side of three battling Mountain-cutting Mechas, swiftly breaking their opponents and then starting to rally with the other Mountain-cutting Mechas.
"Stay close."
The communications using the loudspeaker weren't disrupted, just extremely inconvenient and unclear on the chaotic battlefield, but they at least provided some ability to command.
The three Mountain-cutting Mechas followed closely behind Ji Xinghe, and the pressure instantly diminished a great deal.
Ji Xinghe, charging ahead, suddenly leaped, withstood the bombardment of several artillery shells, and then landed.