Hearing Lin Zhengyang's assessment of their combat strength, Lin Xinghai finally let out a true sigh of relief.
"If our forces can hold off 2.5 million Zombies, then we should be fine. There's no way the horde this time will be that big," Lin Xinghai said, relieved.
"That's my estimate as well. Right now, the most important thing for us is to prepare for the battle and do everything we can to minimize our losses. Otherwise, even if we win, it won't be worth the cost." Lin Zhengyang's expression, however, was not nearly as relaxed.
"Elder Lin, there's no need to be so worried! When the battle starts, we'll have the Combat Robots on the front lines. Even if our own people suffer casualties, the number should be extremely small," Lin Xinghai said, a little dismissively.
'If all 200,000 Combat Robots get wiped out, then there's no point in fighting. We might as well just retreat.'
"So that's what you're thinking, kid. No wonder you're so optimistic."
