The first defense line of the Federation, Zone 5.
The combat preparation area in charge of supplies had already turned into a purgatory battlefield. Mechas and demon dwellers were fighting each other, and the ground was littered with debris.
The generals and officers in the battle fortress saw that the small sections on the battle network had turned red. They were extremely anxious, like ants on a hot pot, pacing back and forth, trying to squeeze out some useful ideas from their minds, however, their anxious mood made it difficult for them to calm down. One of the major generals could not help but slam the table and roar, “Has ‘Mietshen’not been delivered yet? ! are those white pigs all snails? !”
“Mooney, what do you mean? Did We White People Offend You? !”Another middle-aged major general with blonde hair and white skin berated them.
