Capítulo 235: Weak Ass Whitefrost Punk

There was no bloody way I would be able to turn around and escape in time before the enemy charged us.

If I gave the command to turn around at that moment, the time it would take for my squad to process the command and actually act on it would be more than enough for the enemy to make their move.

Plus the five hundred downed mechas around weren't completely out of the action.

In fact, the ones furthest behind which did not "die" were already standing up.

If I retreated, I would be running into a wave of furious mechas with our backs turned to even more of their brethren attacking us in formation!

I could not retreat.

My ambush had failed, and I had to lead my three hundred to fight for our survival.

What else could I do?

In times of emergencies where only a split second was available for us to make a decision, we usually fall back to our comfort zone and do what we were used to, or at least what we did before.

It was the same thing for me.