They had found the Obelisk, which meant they had achieved their mission objective. Now they could evacuate. To Yinsen, those words were nothing short of heavenly music.
The Felified Humans were indeed fighting with increasing ferocity and had even gradually gained the upper hand, but Yinsen still watched in terror. He could tell they were already at the end of their strength. The US Army's firepower was steadily increasing as well. Though it could not yet overwhelm the Felified Humans, if this dragged on, their defeat was only a matter of time.
No matter how powerful the Felified Humans were, there were only twenty of them. This base, meanwhile, housed an entire US Army division. Even now, the US Army was still relying on light infantry; its armored units had yet to deploy. Given the Felified Humans' performance, unless the commander directing the US Army forces was a blind, deaf, arrogant fool, he had surely already called for reinforcements.
In that case, the US Army mole would have no reason to stop the armored units from deploying unless he was willing to abandon his current identity and obstruct them by force. But Yinsen knew that was impossible. That mole was not Howitzer's subordinate. His willingness to assist this operation was already out of respect for Howitzer as an elder veteran. Asking him to expose his identity to help them was simply impossible.
Therefore, while the Felified Humans could still barely keep the situation under control, retreating immediately was the sensible course of action. Yinsen sprinted toward the hacker at nearly a hundred-meter-dash pace. The moment he arrived, he heard helicopter engines. He immediately recognized the sound of Apache attack helicopters—and there was more than one. Cold sweat instantly drenched Yinsen as he sensed disaster approaching.
Just as the twenty Felified