Twenty to one.
Their disparity in numbers was even more evident in a confined space. Luo Xiaoyong originally thought that it would be easy to eradicate that T-3 Power Armor, but he faced the cruel reality. He did not even encounter it face to face before he already lost a team.
Very good, the current advantage is fifteen to one.
They still possessed an absolute advantage, but he was no longer as certain.
"What was the explosion just now?" A militia soldier glanced at the half-destroyed wall, still shaking from the explosion.
"The radiation value has risen sharply... Maybe they have blown up a nuclear fusion core? Or a tactical nuke."
"Hell, NAC's power armor all carry tactical nukes?" Another soldier cussed.
"Shut up and concentrate." Luo Xiaoyong said, "Attention all team, disperse formation. Team B, use the safety tunnel to get above him. Team C, attack from the stairs in the hall and Team D, follow me."
"ROGER!"
