Hao Guyu nodded, and a voice blared from the loudspeaker of the Spider Mecha, "Sorry, everyone, I don't understand Siam, so we are still in a state of combat."
The voice spread, and before the surrendering Siamese soldiers could react, a 12.7mm heavy machine gun swept over them, tearing their bodies apart.
In places unseen on the battlefield, the souls of the dead soldiers left their bodies and were absorbed into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, disguised as a national flag on the Spider Mecha, becoming the nourishing nourishment for the Yin Souls.
After deciding to leave no survivors, the First Mecha Combat Brigade went berserk.
All the armored vehicles and soldiers within sight became their targets, a massacre that literally turned the river red with blood.
The Siamese soldiers also went insane, seeing that no surrenders were accepted, they frantically started to flee away from the direction of the Spider Mechas.
The infantry soldiers, desperate, began to seize any operational vehicle.
When the Infantry Fighting Vehicles became packed like sardine cans and no more could fit, they climbed onto the tops of armored vehicles and tanks.
Those who came later tried to pull comrades off the vehicles to make room for themselves to climb on.
Those on top, naturally unwilling, from grappling to shooting at each other, completely disregarding brotherhood.
The internal breakdown of discipline within the Siamese army led them, when faced with desperate straits, to think not of a fight to the death but how to beg for their lives, even if it meant making a human shield of their comrades.
The whole scene of the retreat was chaotic and disorganized, with still-functional tanks and armored vehicles crammed with soldiers, people shoving each other, piling up, more exaggerated than Brother Ah San's trains during ticketing rushes.
Hao Guyu, charging at the forefront, aimed the 203mm main gun on his back at a tank five kilometers away that was making a run for it, a high-explosive bomb shot from the barrel, hitting near the tank.
Though it didn't hit directly, the explosion from the massive 203mm bomb flipped the tank over on the spot.
The soldiers clinging to the tank, each and every one of them, had their internal organs shattered by the shockwave; they lay around the tank like Heavenly Maidens Scattering Flowers, motionless.
The Spider Mecha advanced, its two 30mm guns targeting another M1A2 main battle tank 1.2 kilometers away; as the motors whirred, a burst of large-caliber machine gun fire swept across.
The soldiers hanging on the tank didn't even have time to jump off before they served as reactive armor for this M1A2 main battle tank, hit by the gunfire, their limbs flying in all directions, some cut in half at the waist, bloody organs hanging from the tank, altering the paintwork to blood-red.
This tank ultimately didn't escape either, as a string of 30mm cannon fire poured down into its hatch from a steep angle, first black smoke, then flames shot out, the internal ammunition exploded, the turret was blown high into the air, and thick smoke and flames roared up several meters high.
Hao Guyu kept moving forward while firing, the Spider Mecha's reserve of tens of thousands of rounds ensuring his sustained firepower, like an ever-active fortress in battlefields.
The path of the Siamese army he slaughtered was a sight of utter desolation and horror.
"Eh, that armored vehicle, could it be a command vehicle, are there officers inside?"
Suddenly, Hao Guyu spotted a fleeing armored vehicle at a distance with a slightly different appearance.
Fleeing in itself was nothing special, the Siamese army was fleeing all over the battlefield.
But this particular armored vehicle was surrounded by several tanks and armored vehicles, protecting it at the center.
Discovering this pleasing surprise, Hao Guyu reported the situation to his brigade commander and decisively drove his mecha over.
"Monster, what kind of monster is this!"
Meanwhile, Bhansong on the armored command vehicle that Hao Guyu had set his sights on watched the great rout of the battlefield, his eyes widening, muttering to himself incessantly.
He had previously fantasized about annihilating the Steel Camp and securing a glorious reputation for himself.
But just as they moved onto the plain, not having even seen the Steel Camp's forces yet, instead they encountered mechanized monsters several meters high, armed with 203mm cannons, their bodies bristling with firepower, resembling metallic, firepower-laden porcupines.
Now, instead of fame, it was likely he would be nailed to the pillar of shame in Siamese history.
Commanding two armored units that suffered heavy losses, including the Siamese Army's ace, the 1st Heavy Armored Division, such losses hadn't been seen since World War II, making this a mournfully pitiful war for Siam.
"Where's the backup from the rear, we need air support," another side Dunimo screamed, watching his elite armored units smashed into scrap, his heart nearly bleeding.
Before the battle, he could never have imagined the enemy would deploy previously unseen metallic spider monsters, and their armored torrent shattered upon contact.
The staff officer's forehead sweated, he repeatedly said, "Sir, we've just received a report from the rear command, several of our military airports have been premeditatedly attacked by Steel Camp soldiers, causing chaos at the airports, only a few combat aircraft can provide air support, other planes will struggle to arrive soon..."
Dunimo's forehead bulged with veins, angrily gritting his teeth, "The air force is useless, tell the troops to retreat immediately."
"We are already retreating."
The staff officer gave a wry laugh, not continuing his sentence.
Because at this moment across the plains battlefield, without their commanding, the 1st Heavy Armored Division and 2nd Cavalry Division were already crumbling, the hills filled with fleeing combat vehicles and soldiers.
Dunimo's eyes were bloodshot, he bitterly exclaimed, "I hate it! Damn Jieke Group, this was a trap, a trap meant to lure our armored units here."