Catang, the last city of Great Britain located on the outskirts of Caen. Although the Great Britannia stationed there had been nervousness, they also felt that the empire should not be forced to fight for a long time.

At least some people think so.

On December 4, all the Imperial troops that had landed from Norman, having received their last rest, began to move. The 9th and 11th Army Corps, which were subordinate to the Southern Army, turned to Norman Cherbourg and advanced in the hope that after the capture of Cherbourg, the empire would be able to expand and consolidate the landing grounds in the Norman region. The task of conquering Caen finally fell on the 501st Regiment, and the rest of the 23rd Army Corps, which was subordinate to the Northern Army, could only perform some coordinated tasks because it could not adapt to the climate here for the time being.

Fifteen minutes before the two lancers appeared in Catang, Sipuk was ordering someone to wipe down his new weapon, the brand new "Steam Tank".

While reprimanding his men, he even had time to remember that his fiancée was still participating in the Narauszi's volunteer activities on stage in the center of the city.

But now, the crowd in front of the stage and the pretentious aristocrats are fleeing in all directions like a raging wave.

"Lena!

Boom!

Two monsters nearly five meters tall mixed with quartz suddenly fell from the sky. Then, without fear, he untied the gun-shaped weapon on his back and fired wildly.

The short, intense beams of magic tore through the air, producing a noise-like sound that almost burst people's eardrums.

Among them, the crimson monster was unexpectedly conspicuous, and its protruding armor on its left shoulder, like some kind of medal, was depicted with three black stars.

"Why are they here, it's not that the empire won't attack it anytime soon. ”

"Hurry up, get out of here and find a place to take refuge. ”

"Those damned nobles, I can't believe a word. ”

The voices of gossip came and went in the crowd. And as the organizers of this recruitment, they have long since disappeared.

"Lena!

Due to the suddenness of the incident, there were too many people fleeing. Sipuke can only give up sitting in a steam tank for a while, and he can't drive that big guy to crush the crowd! But even if you're just a slick person, it's not easy to get through the crowds.

"Damn ......"

Sipke even cursed a little at those who organized the event.

It's finally sent to the stage, but his fiancée Lena doesn't know where she went by the crowd.

Bang!

The explosions from the seemingly indiscriminate firing of the Imperial Lancers were heard from elsewhere, followed by the sound of buildings collapsing and colliding objects and the screams and wails of people.

"Whew!"

A low, fat tortoise-like mech, destroying the buildings around it that could be used as cover, sped past the crowd and headed for the Overseer's Palace, where the army was stationed. He didn't seem interested in the fugitives.

The larger lancers, on the other hand, will cause countercurrent wind pressure due to their high kinetic energy when they move, which will not only make the sidewalk make a grinding sound, but also oppress the people near it to the ground and dare not move.

The red one, in particular, seemed to be performing acrobatics, sometimes jumping into the air, performing 180-degree head-down difficult movements, and at the same time being able to raise the gun to the tank that originally appeared in his back.

There was another wail.

A "barbarian" who could not stop the car when turning because of its excessive speed crashed into a residential building. Maybe it's because the operation technology is too poor, or maybe it's a whim. None of that matters now, though.

Even if the attacks only hit armed men or tanks, and most of them would be unscathed, they would still howl in panic at the sight of images that they could not accept.

"No!

Sipuk made his way through the crowd and found several roads leading in the direction of Caen, all of which had been checkpointed. The aristocrats seemed to be worried that a situation would be beyond their control should there be a large influx of refugees into Caen.

"Hey, I'm on Second Lieutenant Sipke ...... 7th Regiment"

"Isn't the Seventh Regiment supposed to assemble in the West End? What are you doing here?"

The head of the outpost did not have a military man, but became friendly. Unceremoniously interrupted Sipke, accusing him of not being here.

At the same time, he also grabbed several young ladies who were trying to take advantage of the opportunity to fool through the customs and pushed them back with his backhand.

"I warn you, this is a death order from above, and you must defend the city with the soldiers here. ”

The crowd that had been trying to rush over desperately eased, and then the resistance became even more serious.

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to ask if Lena Baez had ever passed through here, she was her fiancée. ”

The guard, who was originally pushed by someone, raised his fist angrily, and his face finally softened when he saw Sipke take out his pocket watch and show him the photos in it.

"I'm sorry, I haven't seen her, you can look somewhere else!"

Sipke, who didn't get the information he wanted, left the crowd still trying to squeeze through, and he felt that he should go home before joining up with his tank.

After leaving the checkpoint and returning to the main road, he ran in the direction of his home.

"Bang!"

Gunfire rang out in the direction of the checkpoint, and it seemed that the patience of the guards who carried out the order was also limited.

Along the way, Sipke found several badly destroyed steam tanks, as well as a number of wounded British soldiers. It looks like it just crawled out of one of those wrecked tanks. When they saw Sipke, they cried out:

"Can't go any further!"

But soon, the shouts were drowned out by the explosion of mechs and tanks firing at each other.

On the other side, several young men and women were huddled in front of the window of a three-story building, peeking in fear at the battle not far ahead.

"I've never seen humanoid monsters that big, are they really commanded by humans?"

"I've heard that they're mecha made by the Amestris Empire, and they seem to be called "lancers". Isn't it cool?"

"If only they belonged to our country!"

"Whew! If it weren't for the new king's order to blockade their maritime trade, the empire wouldn't have come over. "By the way, those shorter and ugly guys are called—"Barbarians." ”

It was a little fat man named Phyllis who spoke, which made him not only run away, but also gasp when he spoke. But his ability comparable to Bai Xiaosheng is worthy of praise, compared to his father is a currency merchant between Great Britain and the dwarves, he will always hear something that others don't know.

"Over there, get out of that building immediately!"

A female voice came from the Red Lancers.

"Is he talking about us?"

"Are we going to ...... then?"

Just as a few people were struggling with these questions, they found that the red lancer had aimed the magic rifle in his hand at the building where they were hiding.

"Die! Die! Run, run!"

Phyllis shouted as he ran, and the fat on his body didn't seem to affect the speed of his movements.

Less than a few meters away from the building, it collapsed.

"Ahem, ahem!"

The dust from the collapse of the building made everyone cough until the dust cleared.

"Hey, I, oh no! we were lucky enough to get away with it. ”

(What's going on?) He ...... He, he's saving us? But why?)

When the dust cleared, Lena noticed a strange thing, the building had actually been destroyed by her own tanks. Until then, the warnings given by the red lancers, along with the act of aiming, were only to remind them to hurry away.

Lena was confused, she thought that the shelling just now might have been a mistake, but the actions of the lancers did not make sense of her guess at all. Therefore, it can only be judged that he is saving them.

But why did the lancer do that?