Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog didn't hesitate in the slightest, heading straight for the edge of City 18, flooring the accelerator!
Their objective for this journey was crystal clear.
It was to carry a 110cm caliber gun turret, aiming at City 18 and bombarding it wildly.
As for their strategy, it was defined by a simple sixteen-character formula.
'When the enemy advances, we retreat. When they retreat, we pursue. When they reside, we disturb. When they are exhausted, we attack.'
"Speaking of which, City 18 should be the only alien race we've encountered so far, right?"
"If they only possess this level of strength, their annihilation is just a matter of time."
"However, I do feel a bit of soft-heartedness."
Scar Dog lamented regretfully, "If City 18 were to disappear, this wilderness would completely lose any signs of civilization. Our air conditioner, those miscellaneous things, where will we find them?"
"Without these things, the quality of life will decrease significantly."
