The squad leaders and their cadets rushed off to their hangars as the alarm sounded around them.
Eva and Chengli's squad immediately got into their mecha, powered on, and readied up. They equipped their weapons and got into formation very rapidly.
The two sergeants watched proudly as the cadets rushed to prep for their sortie. To them, it really wasn't all that long ago that they first saw them. They were soft and weak and could barely fly. Now they were ready to soar.
"I want three wings," ordered Chengli. "Spears with Eva, rifles with me. The third wing: repair and resupply. Each unit in the repair wing needs a spear and a rifle protecting them."
"Yessir!" replied the squad.
This split up all the squads into three equal wings of fifteen, led by Eva, Chengli, and one of the repair ca
