Colonel, our operation in central Clear Spring City has reached a stalemate. The soldiers fought bravely, and our enemies suffered heavy losses, but regrettably, we still have not been able to get close to the Mother Nest.
The Wanderer tanks had excellent mobility and reliable armor, but every time they returned from a sortie, they needed major repairs, and the parts that needed replacing simply could not be found here.
Our equipment was especially disadvantaged when surrounded by fungal fruiting bodies. They fell in waves, then charged again in swarms... like a tide. Before we kill them all, our own logistics will probably collapse and drag us down first.
Most worrying were those "evolved forms"... That was the name given by the technicians who entered the city center alongside us. We discovered that some fungal fruiting bodies had undergone secondary mutations on top of their original mutations. They had even begun imitating us, evolving structures similar to powered armor and exoskeletons, and even infesting our drones and tanks.
This was not nonsense. I know it sounded unbelievable, but if we continued treating them as beasts that fought with teeth and claws, or biochemical weapons deployed to the battlefield by the enemy, we would likely pay a terrible price... In fact, our casualties were already terrible enough.
More than advanced weapons, we needed equipment that was easy to maintain and available in sufficient quantities. Not like now, wasting precious equipment and manpower trying to plug a frontline that could not be plugged.
Lastly, some good news. The outer wall of the Boulder Building had been completed. The brothers in the production department were as dependable as ever. This magnificent project could shelter at least one hundred thousand people through the harshest winter. The refugees in the south no longer needed to