Four "Glory" aircraft were surrounded in a valley, clinging to the cliff face to resist the "Wolves'" attack.

The cliff blocked the retreat of "Glory," which can only be said to have advantages and disadvantages. With all four "Glory" aircraft missing limbs, retreating to the cliff was the best option, at least "Wild Wolf" could no longer sneak up on them from behind.

The four "Glory" drones had lost their maneuverability and were clustered together, leaning against the cliff face and holding light blades.

Ten "Wild Wolves" hovered within a hundred meters in a semi-encircling formation. During the pursuit, they lost three more "Wild Wolves" before finally cornering the four "Glory" fighters.

Old Wolf's situation was much more dire than that of Big Sister and the others. He was alone, yet he was being attacked by five "Wild Wolves" at the same time.

After blowing up the head of the third "Wild Wolf," Old Wolf's "Glory" also had its last arm bitten off.

Having lost its hands and feet, and with its head crushed, the old wolf "Glory" had completely lost its ability to move.

The remaining two Wild Wolves were no longer in a hurry. They were using their fangs to dismantle the armor on the chest of "Glory" piece by piece. Soon after, the spherical cockpit of "Glory" was revealed.

"Brothers, I'm going first. Remember to take care of my old mother back home."

Old Wolf said this to the other "Glory" members, and also to his "White Tiger Regiment" comrades in the factory.

"Old Wolf, what are you trying to do?" came the urgent voices of other comrades over the communication channel.

"Hang in there a little longer! We're coming to help you!"

The old wolf laughed and said, "What's there to help? You're all barely able to save yourselves."

"The 'White Tiger Gang' will not be taken prisoner. Rather than be humiliated by the Fas dogs, I'll let him taste the feeling of his mouth exploding. I guarantee he'll feel the pleasure to death!"

Old Wolf's "Glory" cockpit is equipped with an explosive device; if "Wild Wolf" dares to dig out the cockpit, he will self-destruct.

Silence fell over the communication channel.

Click! Click! Click!

Without the sights and aiming devices on "Glory's" head, the people in the warehouse could no longer see the images transmitted by Old Wolf, but the sound of metal being torn apart was still clearly audible, as if it were right next to their ears.

"Hahaha! Cowards of Ryan! I'll show you what happens when you rebel against the Fas Khanate!"

The driver of "Wild Wolf" was so brazen as to use a public channel to make a phone call.

The incapacitated "Glory" had its chest ripped open, and a "Wild Wolf" snapped into its spherical cockpit, pulled it out, and lifted it into the air.

Click!

The "Wild Wolf" slowly tightened its jaws, its sharp fangs gradually piercing the spherical cockpit. Nerve fluid continuously oozed out from the damaged area, the scene resembling a hungry wolf biting at a bleeding heart.

"Hahaha!" The "Wild Wolf" driver's voice was shrill and cruel. "Speak up! I know you're not dead yet."

"Cry and scream! Maybe then your life will be spared. Hahaha!"

The area here is still within the jurisdiction of Galicia City. This battle between "Glory" and "Wolves" was recorded by cameras throughout the city. In the distance, a Galicia City news helicopter can be faintly seen flying far away.

The entire city is watching this battle.

"Anyone, please go and help them!"

The citizens of Galilean watched the news broadcast with great anxiety. It was the bravery of these five "Honor" helicopters that led the "Wolf" to the suburbs, bringing a brief period of peace to the city.

"Where is our army? Why isn't anyone helping them?"

The local garrison in Galicia was also powerless to do so. They had lost a large number of tanks and armored vehicles in the previous battle, and were now just taking advantage of the lull in the fighting to build a second line of defense. They had no spare capacity to support the besieged "Glory".

Moreover, given the equipment of the Galilean local forces, they were barely capable of positional warfare, and sending them to provide support in the field was practically suicide.

"Brothers, are we cowards?"

The eldest sister even turned on the public channel; she was saying these words to her comrades, and to everyone.

"There are no cowards in the 'White Tiger Regiment'!" the other "Glory" members responded one after another.

"We can't leave Old Wolf all alone."

"Damn it, I should have been with my dead brothers back in the Milan border fortress. I've lived this long, that's enough!"

"Young men, what are we?"

"We are the White Tigers!"

"The White Tiger, Unstoppable!"

"We are warriors!"

"and!"

"We always have!"

The four "Glory" aircraft stood close together, ready to detonate their self-destruct devices simultaneously when the "Wolves" closed in.

"So they are the 'White Tiger Gang'."

"I haven't even had a chance to say thank you yet, so please don't die."

Many people watching on television were moved to tears. Many of the citizens here were among the 300,000 civilians who were evacuated from the Ryan border fortress to Milan Star.

Click click click!

The spherical cockpit gradually deformed inside the "wolf's" mouth. Once the fangs were fully inserted, a nerve solution mixed with blood would flow out. The pilots of Phos enjoyed this tortuous pleasure.

Click!

Another "Wild Wolf" opened its mouth and bit down, trying to tear the spherical cockpit apart and dismember the pilot inside.

"What they are doing is a violation of international law."

"What they are doing is inhumane."

However, the accusations of the people of Galilean against the brutality of the massacre seemed weak and powerless; some people closed their eyes, unable to bear watching the gruesome scenes on television.

Click!

Click!

Two sounds of metal being pierced.

When people opened their eyes again, on the television screen, a black and white striped mech descended from the sky, its two swords piercing the necks of two "Wild Wolves".

With a flick of its wrist, the black and white striped mech sliced ​​off the two "wolf heads," then pried open the "wolf's" jaws like it was breaking off ears of corn, carefully removing the deformed spherical cockpit.

Clang!

The door to the spherical cockpit was kicked open, and Old Wolf poked half his head out, cursing.

"Damn it! Who took off my self-destruct device... huh?"

"Azure-winged White Tiger?"

"Boss? Is that you?"

The specially designed humanoid mecha "Azure Wing White Tiger" is lighter than the "Honor 13" but is a head taller.

This is because the "Azure Winged White Tiger" has long limbs and no heavy armor; its main defensive weapon is the double shields fixed to its arms.

The main weapon is a pair of folding swords hidden inside the two shields.

The "Blue Wing White Tiger" placed the spherical cockpit on the ground.

Swish! Swish!

The two physical swords shot out, and six cyan wings unfolded on its back, instantly soaring into the sky!

"White Tiger" comes from the black and white stripes on the mecha, while "Azure Wings" is named after the azure wings on its back.

Beside the cliff.

Four "Glory" aircraft were surrounded and torn apart by "Wild Wolves".

"What's going on? The self-destruct device won't activate!"

"Those guys in the mechanics team are doing this boring stuff again!"

"Vice Captain, what should we do?"

"Why don't we go out and fight them!"

How do you spell it?

The older sister gritted her teeth and watched as "Glory" was gradually torn into parts. The storage compartment on the cockpit door only contained a pistol and a magazine. How could she possibly put it back together?

In a sense, the bullets in this pistol were reserved for the driver himself.

Swish! Swish!

The older sister had already opened the storage compartment, taken out the pistol inside, and pointed it at herself, but then she noticed that the "wolf" in front of her suddenly stopped moving, and then she saw two "wolf heads" fall down.

A black and white flash spun by, like a double-edged top flying through the sky, and "Wild Wolf's" head fell to the ground.

"What's going on?" Phos's pilot cried out in panic over the public address system. "What is that thing?"

"Azure Winged White Tiger! This isn't an illusion, is it?" came the excited voice of the Glory driver from the public channel.

"Is the boss back?"

"No way?"

"No way?"

"But judging from his fighting style, it's definitely the boss!"

"Wang Desheng, is that you?" the older woman shouted, her voice trembling slightly.

There was no response.

"Damn it, I don't care what you are, everyone surround it!" In a fit of rage, the pilot of Fass deployed all the wings of the "Wild Wolf" and turned on all the thrusters.

The "Azure Winged White Tiger" circled in the air before swooping down again.

Swish! Swish!

Two more "wolf heads" fell to the ground.

This is no longer a battle, but a one-sided slaughter!