The yellow sand seemed to be free of charge and was smashed against the armor plate of the "Po Feng" mecha. It crackled like firecrackers and made my head hurt.
My name is Mu Xiang. I have no great prospects in this life. I am just a mercenary who makes a living on the border. I formed a small team with a group of rough men, called "Wild Dogs" - it sounds shabby, but in this sterile western desert, wild dogs live the longest. They don't show off, don't play with those empty-headed people, and work when they are paid. No one can take advantage of me.
