The additional units were all completed before the sun came up, but Max had a sneaking suspicion that today was not going to be a much easier day than yesterday. He could sense the thoughts of the Myceloids as they approached and had to resist the urge to laugh when he realized that they had stripped naked in hopes that their green skin would match the grass well enough that the Hunters wouldn't see them coming.
They didn't really seem to grasp advanced technology, though they could make rocket launchers, and the thought of a million naked attackers charging the line was just too amusing for Max to say anything before his shift started.
The enemy was gathering just outside of the bombers' patrol range, avoiding starting the conflict early, but the Artillery had already prepared their sightlines and range settings for the bombardment that would commence as soon as the Myceloid horde moved.
