"Two hundred thousand, and fifty thousand of them are the aliens' true elites. On top of that, there's the weather..." Wu Qingjing sighed as he finished.
"So, Uncle Shen is supposed to hold off two hundred thousand with just two thousand men?"
"Yes!"
"Why aren't the other war zones sending reinforcements? Why do we have to pull back the front line?"
"Gao Neng, I know how you feel, but you need to calm down. Do you understand? Aren't you running to be the next Speaker? If you want that position, you must be prepared to shoulder the responsibility for humanity's future. We need to take a long-term view. On the battlefield, the ones who truly control the situation are always the high-ranked masters! We don't have enough of them right now. Gathering materials in the Underground City requires us to commit more of our high-ranked masters, so we can't spare any more..." Wu Qingjing's expression suddenly turned stern.
