After learning that he was to hold the line, Wu Zhen had poured great effort into overhauling the entire system. It was now operational.
It was precisely because he had the Wandering Military Factory as a trump card that he had managed to hold out for a few more days.
But later, he was shocked to discover that the Alien Race was far more ferocious than the military had claimed.
It would have been one thing if space had fallen first, but once the ground war began, space had been blockaded as well! Especially those spatial wave rays tilted toward Dark Energy—they were practically a cheat-code existence.
No matter how strong a fortress was or how thick its defenses were, they could not withstand being sliced apart several times.
The project Wu Zhen had insisted on modifying in secret had not been built with especially strong defenses to begin with—there had been so little money that merely meeting standards was enough.
Worse still, a war fortress was supposed to have ample firepower, but where was a secretly modified project supposed to get weapons? His insistence on the modifications could be explained as his Obsession if anyone found out.
Privately purchasing a large batch of heavy weapons... even if he wanted to buy them, others had to dare sell them to him! So this Wandering Military Factory could not truly be considered a war fortress. Both its offense and defense were lacking.
After fighting the Alien Race for so long, Wu Zhen knew perfectly well that if the shelter took off, it would be certain death.
Holding out meant waiting to die, while fleeing meant courting death. Under such circumstances, he deeply hated the military's decision to conceal the truth.
Of course, he also knew the military's original intention—if they announced