"Eh? The enemy's formation is starting to shrink!"
In the command Hall of the machinery faith, the subtle changes in the formation were clearly seen by the radar. The pupils of several orirock step commanders lit up, and they looked at each other in tacit understanding.
"Could it be a back thrust?"
it doesn't look like it. The scattered fleet formation needs to be concentrated so that the 'reinforcements' can kill a large number of them. Their losses will increase exponentially!
"So, they're really going to retreat?"
Looking at each other, the commanders 'faces gradually lit up with evil smiles.
Come and go as you please?
Do you think I'm a public toilet?
He rubbed his white teeth gently, and the detailed command turned into a torrent of data that instantly spread through the hive mind.
