The facts proved it.
These guys really were "crazy."
Of the hundred-plus teams The Alliance had deployed to the front on the first day, fewer than twenty percent held out to the end. Yet on the second day, more than fifty new teams quickly stepped in to replace them.
Seeing The Alliance running out of steam, the Human Emperor had secretly felt relieved at first. Especially when the number of teams reaching the front on the third day was cut in half again, it seemed those lunatics were not truly endless after all.
Even the Villants' clone cannon fodder, lacking complete minds, needed two years to be raised. Not to mention that everyone The Alliance sent to the front had fully developed minds.
With casualties on that scale, antiwar sentiment within The Alliance would probably explode before long. Wastelanders were ultimately just a bunch who went wherever the wind blew. If someone forced them to die, they would surely run without a second word.
On the fourth day, just as he had predicted, vast stretches of the scattered front lines fell silent, leaving only a few positions with larger numbers of people still desperately holding on.
Though the incubators at those positions were troublesome, they could not hold out long on their own. Before the relentless offensives, following the other positions' fate was only a matter of time.
Just as he waited with great interest to see The Alliance's performance on the fifth day, the fifth day's sun rose over the horizon and left him completely dumbfounded.
The vast crowd stretched as far as the eye could see, with guns and flags standing like a forest across the hills and plains!
The people who had vanished had appeared again.
And there were even more of them than on the first