C115 Chapter 115

Ye Tine cursed under his breath and fired his silver gun. The people who were holding them back were on the verge of collapse. If Ye Tine hadn't been quick enough, he might have died at their hands.

"Cough, cough, cough. General... General, you're here," the one closest to him covered his chest and coughed blood.

"Are you guys okay?" Ye Tine looked at the 'bruised' mechas in the mecha