"HQ, HQ! Respond! The Icarus Operator is currently with the Supreme Commander Kestrel before the race! The Race Commander has betrayed the Black Eagle! Urgently requesting cruise missile bombardment!"

"Communication is down! Jamming is causing interference!"

"Eclipse hangar is completely destroyed! There's not a single spare left!"

"Damn, get away from the main gate!"

Kagagagagagag!

A horrible sound like scraping metal all over the place resonated endlessly. The bulkhead was being torn apart in real time. But this time, that wasn't the end. Part of the door was melting.

The 500 or so Black Eagle soldiers who had been left to hold off the US forces for several days and had thus been provided with that much supplies were concentrating their firepower on one point, but despite this, they were moving one step closer to a result that was not defeat but annihilation.