Bodhi Star.
A Third-level planet.
Temporary recuperation grounds for the Young Marshal Army.
At this moment, on an empty grassland, the Young Marshal Army gathered together.
"What do you think the Young Marshal summoned us for?"
"I don't know, the Young Marshal uses troops like a deity; how could we possibly guess what's on his mind?"
"You're right. We've been at the frontier for less than ten days, yet we've slain as many as fifty million of the Alien Race. It's simply unbelievable!"
"To be honest, I was really unsure about following the Young Marshal at first, thinking he was just a little brat. But who would have known he was actually a Military God."
"I feel the same way. I've never experienced such exhilarating combat in my life."
"It's just a pity we lost nearly half of our brothers."
"Brothers, look on the bright side. Where is there a battle without casualties? We exchanged fifty thousand soldiers for fifty million enemy heads; this is an unprecedented victory."
