Ferocious

There were plenty of Small Ships on Planet Three—at least five digits' worth. Losing two of them was nothing.

After all, this was the headquarters of the Star Region Military District, on a planet where everyone was a soldier.

But if this kept up, even a family with a mine couldn't afford to keep burning money like this, could they?

Especially since the captain of the second Small Ship had reacted a little too slowly. He wasn't sure whether the first ship's decision to abandon ship had been correct.

As a result, the crew of the second ship suffered a tragedy. It had thirteen people at full capacity, eleven aboard in reality; six died, five remained, and every one of them was injured.

When the captain of the third Small Ship saw numerous Fire Dragons rise again, he hurriedly gave the order. "Abandon ship... Fuck, these people are seriously loaded."

It was genuinely rare for a battle to reach the point where one side lamented that the other was "seriously loaded."

Still, that captain had some experience. Seeing the miserable state of the second ship and the third wave of Fire Dragons rising before his eyes, he made the decision decisively.

His response was correct, and the military district responded remarkably quickly as well.

Since they had located the enemy position, two rounds of concentrated artillery fire were launched, directly flattening it.

However, once one position was destroyed, another emerged and continued posing a serious threat to the Small Ships.

In fact, those artillery pieces posed a major threat even to Awakened Ones below A-rank.

They were particularly devastating against conventional heavy weapons such as mechs and Armored Vehicles—far more destructive than autocannons.

This severely hindered the manhunt and prevented teams from being deployed. The military was rapidly coordinating the