"Only one electronic mecha on the opposing side is activated, and it can be jammed for at least half an hour." The little kid grinned broadly, "Plus, with Lord Fart here, Fatty, you can rest assured. Within an hour, not a single signal will escape from here. They won't be able to contact SkyNet."
"Baz." Fatty put down the binoculars and gritted his teeth to order, "The four mechas on the hillside to the right are yours. Draw the enemy's attention, and once they're down, descend into battle directly."
"Understood!" Baz engaged the mecha stealth mode and slipped into the forest.
Fatty checked the time, jumped onto the mecha, and said to Anthony and Markovich, "When you see us engaging from the outside, you can descend."
"General!" As Fatty was about to close the hatch, Anthony urgently called out...
"Something else?" Fatty blinked.
Anthony glanced towards the darkest part of the valley, gritted his teeth, saluted, and said, "Good luck!"
