While the colonel was distracted, the captain immediately retreated from the fighting. With the pillboxes mostly useless, there was no point in them continuing to defend their positions. All they were doing was be more fodder for the slaughter.
“Fall back!” he ordered. “Point alpha-sixer, acknowledge!”
“Hooah!”
His remaining squadron officers confirmed and pulled their troops away as quickly as they could. They were battered and in pieces, but jetted over to the captain’s designated rendezvous point.
The mecha set up a small perimeter less than a hundred meters south of the bunker’s entrance. This allowed them to cover the airlock and the two remaining pillboxes, and vice-versa.
While their most damaged sat in the center and was repaired by whoever was left of the RR mecha, the least
