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Wastes of Despair

Combat in the desert is unforgiving.

Three Ever I tanks spearheaded the assault, accompanied by a contingent of Silhouettes. Most of them were Armadillos, but among them, the silhouette of a Bison—the successor to the Bear—could be seen as well. These were weapons supplied by the Argonautai.

「Don’t let them advance another step!」

A tall, dark-skinned man shouted from inside his MCS, issuing orders.

He was piloting a Bear—an older combat-type Silhouette now mostly outdated.

「Don’t let them close in! Keep your distance!」

The silhouettes behind him were little more than repurposed work machines with bolted-on armor. Compared to the Armadillos—Silhouettes developed after Asia’s first technology liberation—they were hopelessly inferior.

Most of their support vehicles were half-tracked, equipped with mortars. They had no tank-destroyer models.

「Their armor’s too thick! We can’t touch them!」

A boy on the verge of tears snapped back.

His Silhouette was armed with an outdated 60mm autocannon. The 90mm cannons that had become standard during