Ming Shan Star
Meeting Room
Wang Hao sat there leisurely with Little White in his arms while the others were intensely discussing how to launch a counterattack against the Alien Race.
"I'm saying we should split our forces into three routes for the attack. It will definitely catch the Alien Race off guard."
"Dividing into three routes will scatter our numbers too thin. Two routes would be better—one for a frontal assault and the other for a flanking maneuver."
"What's the point of splitting up? We only have a hundred million troops combined. We're short by two hundred million compared to the Alien Race. If we divide, what the hell are we even fighting for?"
"Our equipment is superior to that of the Alien Race. We can take out five of theirs for every one of us."
"Bullshit! The Alien Race might not have good technology, but they are individually stronger than us. If it comes down to a melee, we'll definitely lose."
"Then we don't go for a melee. We'll wipe them out in space."
