Target: The Imperial Capital
The Republic's Great Advance ZAC 2038
The border bridge was flooded with countless vehicles. The cause of the chaos was a Cannontortoise. A traffic control officer flew in between the vehicles. A young officer shyly climbed out of the cockpit of the Cannontortoise.
It was Toamath, who'd been promoted to captain.
"He doesn't want to go into enemy territory."
Captain Toamath jokingly patted his broken-down machine.
Six months ago, the large Republican Army had been traveling east to west along the Burnham River, where the elites of the Imperial Army had already crossed. The eastern winds that had brought them victory was still fluttering in the tails of their uniforms.
"I've arranged for a repair team. Please rest here for a while. The enemy won't get away."
There was a sense of composure in the soldiers' words that made it easy to forget the war was still on.
Toamath looked at the sky ahead, gently checking the metal rod he'd been holding in his fingers.
The repairs were soon completed, and the soldier saluted as he opened the canopy of the Cannontortoise.
"Captain, did part of the control panel come off? That's an odd-looking piece.
Captain Toamath got into his beloved machine without reply. In his hand was a fragment of the control stick of the Iron Kong Mk-II that'd been scattered across the ice field, the one piloted by the rival Commando "Echo", and it was likely that he'd been holding it until the very last moment.
The Cannontortoise slowly began moving forward.
Towards the West. To the capital of the Empire where the escaped Emperor Zenebas was holed up.
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