There was no light at all. Hundreds of Mechas trudged through the torrential rainforest. Through the night vision goggles of the Mechas, the surroundings appeared distorted, with blobs of green and red colors blurring the vision.
The ridge began to stretch downwards. The nine anti-slip mechanical spikes, six at the front and three at the back of [Logic]'s feet, extended out, lifting up chunks of mud with each step, leaving deep footprints in the muddy terrain.
Seeing such a dilapidated Mecha suddenly falling silent, moving more lightly and quietly than a cat, the Fierce Tiger Special Soldiers following behind Fatty clicked their tongues in surprise.
Half an hour later, the team finally entered between several high peaks. The formation compressed, and several [Antenna] simultaneously activated signal jamming.
