Staring at the wrecked line of defense on the holographic map, the Legion Commander Fang Yuanhong's eyes widened in disbelief, and his face was no longer calm. His mouth was open, and his tightened fists trembled with fear while precious time passed without a single order given out.
When NAC used an unknown energy weapon and destroyed half of the Wanderer tanks, he knew that he had already lost the war.
The adjutant standing beside him said in a difficult tone, squeezing out the confusion from his throat he could not understand. "...how did they transport the tanks behind us?"
Fang Yuanhong did not answer. He just silently stared at the red dots on the holographic map.
The gunfire outside the building gradually became clear. The battle was already approaching the headquarters.
"How many tanks are left?"
"Only two."
Only two...
Yuan Fanghong's body trembled.
