The war machine closely followed behind, trampling the debris of allied aircraft along with it. To protect the heavy war machines of high strategic value, the reconnaissance units with low strategic value opened the way in front. This was a form of self-sacrifice madness exclusive to combat machines, one that humans could never emulate.
The steel beast fired its cannons as it advanced.
There was nothing a single armor-piercing sabot round couldn't solve. If there was, then a hundred rounds, a thousand, even ten thousand could be used until the problem ceased to exist.
The "Legion" was demonstrating this brutally simple logic.
"First, extinguish the fire with artillery, then launch a frontal counterattack centered around the war machines to delay and offset the enemy's assault force, creating conditions for encirclement by the flanks of the salient. Completely standard tactical response."
Amidst the rain of artillery fire falling ahead, Fafnir whispered.