Unified calendar, November 24, 1940, Great Britain Vervi

After dealing with the defenders of Vervi, Company D began to advance towards Oplein, and then formed a flanking attack with Company F against Catang, where the Empire attacked the last leg of the attack on Caon. Company E, as a reserve, remained in the vicinity of Assino and waited for the arrival of additional troops. After the defeat of the Normans, the Britannia seemed to have understood the importance of the steam tank, and began to try to break up with the remaining tank forces, and fought guerrilla warfare in groups of two or three. Trying to slow down the Empire's advance on Caen as much as possible, they hoped that with these tanks they would be able to hold the Empire back, at least until Caen's military defenses were deployed. In addition, it was Lieutenant Colonel Burriman who was a mage who did not die, which I learned later.

For a few weeks after that day, Riptide Camp spent most of its time battling these slippery loach-like guys. It's as if these people have received the true legend of "guerrilla warfare", and the camouflaged steam tanks will always hide in places you don't expect, and take you by surprise. And at close range, the penetration of artillery, even I dare not despise it, let alone the rest of the battalion.

Of course, just when you think they're only going to play sneak attacks, they'll suddenly come together and play a couple of nice counterattacks. Well, from the point of view of an onlooker, it is.

There's another reason why it's so slow. The Empire's supplies have always been at sea, and the hoplites have not been able to conduct large-scale assault warfare, due to various considerations such as energy and weapon replacement.

The command post of the battalion headquarters was also temporarily located on the banks of the lower reaches of the Douao River with F Company.

During this time, except for sleeping less, I have been peaceful. From time to time, scattered archers would infiltrate the enemy and fire cold arrows, and occasionally their steam tanks could be seen throwing a few shells from afar. Therefore, burying the carcasses of the poor and animals that were killed by the shells became a daily necessity, but fortunately it was winter, otherwise the corpses would cause a plague if they rotted and smelled.

In addition, there is a problem that has been affecting these guys in the Riptide Battalion in the subsequent battles. For every town and village in Great Britain that was taken away, there were a large number of wineries. Unlike other races, humans will always find ways to please themselves when it comes to enjoyment. Various styles of wine and liquor are gradually eroding these cute big guys. So much so that for a while, they would break down the door of the tavern as soon as they saw it.

On the pretext of finding a favorite liquor for the Major, he began to taste various liquors. They would always look like they were going to have a few more hands, and while they were going to go back and enjoy each bottle, they would make the impact and bounce of bullets or large crossbow arrows on the surface and shields of the mech, and exclaim, "Hey, you see, he's trying to kill us." Or look at the broken bottle on the ground with a look of regret, "Ah!

Others, on the other hand, are keen to reel and scrape the spoils of war. With a little bit of free time, they'll look for something that surprises them. For example, the new rear-loading rifle.

By this time, the 9th and 11th Corps of the Southern Theater of Operations, which had landed downstream from Norman Beach, had captured several towns east of Katang. This made the entire Norman beachhead more fixed. However, if it is to expand and extend further inland, it is necessary to drive all the enemies who are cowering in the vicinity of Katang out of Katang.

Tatooine is a large, bright planet, like a shimmering topaz that radiates a soft glow into the universe – but it is not a star that emits its own light, but a planet. It deceived people for a long time, until explorers went deep into its lower orbit and discovered that it was a planet in a binary galaxy, and that it was not a third sun in itself.

At first glance, one would think that there could never be any life on such a planet, let alone human beings. In fact, since the two giant stars, G1 and G2, orbit a common center with a particularly regular pattern, and Tatooine orbits them at a considerable distance, it is possible to form an unusually hot but fairly stable climate on Tatooine. Most of the planet is a dry desert. The double sunlight shines on the sodium-rich sandbar, reflecting a strange stellar yellow glow. Suddenly, the double sunlight shone on a metal shell that was crashing into the atmosphere at frantic speeds.

The star-cruising spacecraft's flickering flight was intentional: the ship was not injured, but desperately trying to avoid it. Long beams of energy swept past it, creating a devastating colored storm like a school of colorful crucian carp chasing a large target that it was trying to dodge.

One of these pursuing beams caught up with the fleeing ship and hit its main solar wing, destroying the end of the wing. Jewel-like shards of metal and plastic burst into the space around them, and the ship seemed to shake a little.

Suddenly, a roaring Imperial cruise ship flew into view—the one that fired many of the high-energy beams. On the surface of this behemoth towered dozens of turrets, like a cactus covered with pins and needles. As the ship approached, the turret stopped firing beams. From time to time, flashes of explosions could be seen on the part of the smaller ship where it had been hit. In the bitter cold of space, the Imperial ship docked next to its wounded prey.

Another explosion shook the ship in the distance—but it didn't seem far away to Atul Ditu and Si Sharpio*. The shock from the explosion rattled through the narrow passage, like the bearings of an old motor.

Judging by the two of them, one would think that the tall human-shaped robot Sharpio was the master, and the short-rented, three-legged robot Atul Dietu was a servant. In reality, however, Sripio is on par in every respect, except for his obvious superiority over Atul Ditu in terms of rhetoric, though Sripio may scoff at it.

Another explosion rattled the passage and made Ripio unsteady on his feet. At such moments, his short companion was unharmed, showing his superiority: his dwarf mound was rounded and his body was centred low, and his strong, clawed legs were well balanced.

Atul glanced up at Sripio and saw him leaning against the wall of the passage, trying to hold himself. The short robot's mechanical one-eyed flickered with a snooping light, and he looked closely at Sripio's wounded shell, seeing that his normally slightly shiny bronze surface was covered in fibrous dust and green rust, with some noticeable dents—all inflicted by the onslaught on their ship.

The final attack was accompanied by a constant muffled hum that could not be drowned out by even the strongest explosions. After a while, for some unknown reason, the deep hum suddenly stopped. If it weren't for the terrible crackling of the trunk of a short circuit of a relay and the sound of a burning circuit, the passage would have seemed even more empty and silent. There was another explosion from the ship, but they were far away, and by the time they reached the passage, they were very faint.

Sripio tilted his sleek, human-like head to the side, listening with bated breath with his metal ears. Originally, Sripio's auditory sensors were sufficiently omnidirectional to mimic the human listening posture, but the tall slender robot was programmed to mimic human expressions and mannerisms, and he got along well with humans.

"Do you hear that?" he asked his patient companion, referring to the quivering voice. "They have turned off the main reactor and the engine. His tone was as full of wonder and apprehension as one might find one. He stroked a dark gray scar on his flank sadly with his metal palm. It was a blow off the ship's ribs and left a scar on the bronze surface. Sripio was a machine of good manners, and the scar really bothered him.