So, although this plan is all over the place...
Who cares, when the lives here are worth so little?
And the European Alliance Army still doesn't know what kind of ruthless methods the other side will use against them, yet they're still deploying their battle strategies.
The mighty hull of the Admiral Scheer ship has two ugly big holes left in it, the fire has been extinguished, and the repair crew is conducting damage control to prevent further destruction.
In the central command control room of the ship
The Alliance Army commander, Morrison, a gray-haired German, stood with his hands behind his back. His hair was meticulously combed, and his eyes were sharp like knives.
"Report, radar has lost track of the Kujira."
"Continue searching."
"Yes!"
He turned his head to look at the other screens showing the captains of various countries, his expression solemn.
