B7 and B8 abandoned machine gun close combat, jumped out of their mechas, and rendezvoused with B1 and B2.
After a simple operation by B1 and B2, the forelimbs of B7 and B8 were fitted with high-frequency blades.
The next moment, the power armor and scorpion mecha approached step by step, their pace uniform and slow, like a pack of hyenas.
Thick smoke billowed, the distant sunrise looked like sunset, and the eight-meter mechas appeared like cowboys who had wandered onto the wrong path in a Western movie.
"Don't hesitate, they are just buying time, wipe them out!" Turquoise Pool said sternly.
"Civilian mechas don't have many weapons, there's no way out." Beia Triss said softly, the mecha's ammo storage displayed in red on the monitor.
The only thing left was the 20mm autocannon on the right arm, but it was only capable of repelling the power armor and scorpion mecha.
"They shouldn't be able to break through our mecha, right?" Li Qianxia said uncertainly.