All-Out Burning

The super-explosion at Edge Fortress shook the Shi Area across three light-years, shook two or three medium-sized Star Systems, shattered 562 Eternal-class Warships of the Vengeance Legion and countless Escort Fleets, yet it did not even make a ripple in Moblado society. They could not see it, and they would not see it in their lifetimes.

Of course, considering how turbulent that society was, it probably did not need any more shaking.

I had not personally taken part in that battle, and my most direct impression came from the battlefield holographic footage sent back by the One Point Two Meter Sisters. From the recording, we could clearly sense the sisters' preferences: apart from explosions, you could not see a damn thing. I felt their battle report shared the same style as the giant footprints at the Beijing Olympics, just a little denser.

But I had to admit that the strength the One Point Two Meter Sisters displayed in this operation left a deep impression on me, enough to slightly change my understanding of them. Including the massive explosion afterward that swept through several Star Systems—that was the real main event, with seventy or eighty percent of the enemy dying in the spatial collapse—they had eliminated over five hundred Eternal-class Motherships and nearly ten times as many Escort Fleets in a single battle. Yet the troops they had brought numbered less than a third of that. This was the triumph of explosive art. I began to take seriously the strategic wisdom accumulated over tens of millions of years by these little lolis whom I had always regarded as tiny lunatics with nothing but nitroglycerin in their heads. Undeniably, they were still unqualified generals who charged into battle personally whenever their blood ran hot, but I no longer dared underestimate the tactical