Seven enormous airdrop boxes plummeted to the ground.
The mechanics who had been waiting for a while approached immediately to inspect them. They were in a very open area but weren't worried about attacks from the Empire.
This was B72 highland, still in a state of siege. But the over hundred thousand Empire soldiers encircling B72 seemed as though they were the ones being encircled instead.
They had no strength left to launch an attack, nor the ability to retreat. They could only guard their limited supplies as they awaited extermination from B72.
The Federation military forces in B72 didn't even need to attack. They would die from a lack of oxygen, water, and food.
Their supply transportation route was sporadic. Tu Yuan's decision regarding them was simple: let them linger on the brink of death.
Such is the fate befitting of these inferiors.
"There's no problem.", "No problems.", "..."
After each affirmative response rang out, an eager Xinghe Squad pushed forward.