Chain gun fire didn't do much except to the lighter mecha, but they were fast enough to avoid some of it. But, everyone knew things weren't going well and something had to be done.  "All right, this is it. We don't run away, we cut through." The commander looked around for a possible weakness. "Right up the middle, ready everyone? CHARGE!" He shouted as the lance ran directly at the tanks and heavy infantry, stepping and crushing any that were underfoot. The squad kept formation but some mechs took too much damage, and pilots ejected out of the war zone. Their mechs self-destructed, taking out anything within about 200 meters of their position. "Command! We need support at my location! Sector seven, six niner!"<br/><br/>"Roger that, alpha company en route."<br/><br/>It may be too late for them, but the hope of relief kept the pilots going. Maybe they'd live to fight another day...