Noah looked around to ensure nobody was close by, then whispered, "The Sand Army has deployed three armored infantry divisions to the Death Desert battlefield in succession. According to my 30-minute route calculation, they seem to be planning to sweep through the central front."
"What are the current coordinates of these three units?"
"They are generally distributed in these three locations." The light screen flashed, and Noah's radar popped up three map screens, "Sadly, peaceful Mardis will probably fall soon. The fate awaiting us could be like fish in a trap."
Feng Yi gasped in surprise, "What's coming will come. How long will they take to get here at their current speed?"
"Less than three days time."
"I see..." Feng Yi nodded blankly, "According to your estimation, what are our chances of success against the three armored infantry divisions?"
"Very, very low."
"Hm, I thought so as well. Let's keep this information quiet for now."
