Several mechanical engineers wearing protective suits rushed into the defensive stronghold and hurriedly brought various tools to the central control room.
"Sir, we are here!"
The leader, an old man with wrinkles on his face, said.
"Please repair this place. We need to use the main cannon of this base for a blocking battle! You have less than three hours!"
Su Ming checked the timer on his wristband and said.
"No problem!"
The leading old man gritted his teeth and agreed.
"Thank you, I'll leave this place in your hands then."
Su Ming controlled his mecha to fly out of the central control room and into the outer space.
He then issued orders on the communication channel.
"Everyone, gather to me."
"Yes!"
Rhein and others responded solemnly.
Soon everyone, piloting their mechas, flew in front of Su Ming and arranged themselves in formation.
Su Ming looked around and said,
