So she took a step back and sought an alternative.
"In that case, arrange for someone to take those two Duke Mechas to Base No. 6. When they reach a certain coordinate, my people will meet you there. Consider it as handing over the task of escorting the spoils of war to us."
The Commander frowned, "Which coordinate?"
After Sophia recited a coordinate, the Commander was once again shocked.
"You still want those Marquis Mechas that the Independent Group broke through before? Sophia, are you crazy? Are you all crazy?"
"It's not that we're crazy; this is our only chance to survive, to live as we did before."
Sophia's tone was somewhat eerie, sounding to the Commander like an evil but foolish witch from a movie.
He also understood Sophia's implied meaning: if she and the people backing her couldn't live as they did before, it would be as good as being dead. And people like that always want to drag others down with them before they die.
