A lieutenant saluted and said, "Reporting to the General, the Second Group of the Fierce Tiger Special Brigade from the First Armored Division of the Federation Air Marine Corps, and the main force of the Special Reconnaissance Group from the 16th Armored Division of the Federation Air Marine Corps are currently stationed in the mountainous area 60 kilometers from here. We are ordered to escort you out of here!"
"General?" Fatty was taken aback, thinking to himself, "Since when did I become a general?" Knowing this wasn't the time for such questions, he quickly nodded and said, "Then, lead the way." As he spoke, he climbed into [Logic], initiated the transformation program, making the cockpit space excessively cramped. His face turned red, feeling a bit embarrassed, squeezing Nia in with him in the tiny space.
