They found an opportunity to present the questions in their hearts to the weary-faced commander.
"General, these attacking creatures seem to be of a fixed type, and like..." Jeming pondered his words, "...like some kind of mass-produced cannon fodder unit?"
The commander looked at Jeming unexpectedly, seemingly surprised that this "technical advisor" could see through it.
He nodded, his tone heavy, "That's right, these are all their expendable vanguard units. The real trouble is those with higher intelligence behind them, piloting strange vehicles—the 'Blue-Skinned Ghosts' themselves. They are the real commanders and tough adversaries."
"Blue-Skinned Ghosts?" Reks keenly picked up on the term, "Are there any samples or captives we can examine?"
