The mecha battle at Base Six was destined to be won before it even began.
Because Ji Xinghe had once again survived a nuclear explosion and brought along his two good disciples, Han Li and Jackson.
Everyone firmly believed that under Ji Xinghe's leadership, Base Six would definitely achieve victory.
And that was indeed the case.
But when victory finally arrived, many still couldn't believe it.
"We just... won?"
"Yes, we won."
"How many of our mecha warriors were sacrificed?"
"Three hundred ninety-three."
Thinking of the three hundred ninety-three mecha warriors, who could be considered as comrades, fallen on the battlefield, many in Base Six couldn't help but feel sorrow.
But this type of sorrow had become customary for them since the defense battle at Base Six began, with more than three thousand mecha warriors having died, and the casualties among regular forces exceeding one hundred thousand.
"How many did we kill?"
"Over five hundred thousand."