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Giant Footmillipede Camp.
"Your Majesty, this city is already in ruins. Even if we defend it, it won't be of much use.
The enemy's forces are only half of ours. Why not take advantage of their unstable position and catch them off guard!"
The proposal of the Six-winged Centipede was just concluded when he sensed something amiss. The looks from the other centipedes were simply too strange.
"Marshal Howell, is this the kind of centipede you brought, acting so rashly?
If dealing with the Alpha people were easy, would we have retreated all the way from the Hundred-Mile Corridor to here!
Blindly engaging in decisive battle with the enemy, even a lucky victory would be a significant loss for us.
Compared to the grand and extensive human race, our resources are merely equivalent to the military strength of one of their provinces!"
Master Seyam was the first to refute.
As a cautious centipede, he most disliked risks.
