463: We Made a Difficult Decision

The officers and soldiers of Crystal Tower tossed their caps into the air and shouted:

"Glory belongs to us!"

"Sooner or later, we'll drive those Night Butterfly devils out of this starry sky!"

"Victory! We can go home!"

Li Aoz's broadcast continued all afternoon, and the enthusiasm had yet to fade.

On the Night Butterfly side, "Skull Marshal" Du Fen Herman tapped the table as he held a serious meeting with the senior generals.

"The defeat at Galaxy Eye can no longer be undone."

Marshal Herman emphasized:

"No matter how much His Excellency the President presses us, we've already sent even the child soldiers to the front. Rather than keep butting heads at Galaxy Eye, we might as well call a ceasefire and negotiate."

"Negotiate for what? What we can't win on the battlefield, we won't get at the negotiating table either."

Bablushka, the Kappa-rank (10) Governor, said discontentedly, "Barkomon is still at the front. I can't retreat. If we retreat, it would be no different from handing Galaxy Eye's superconducting resources to those wizards."

"I don't oppose withdrawing from Galaxy Eye—but we have to give the President some reason to account for it."

Pulchova Tymoshenko, the Night Butterfly Federation's chief of staff, rubbed her temples. This elderly chief strategist had served the Federation for three millennia; even her brain had been replaced with cybernetics.

Compared to all her previous campaigns, the battle for Galaxy Eye had severely drained her lifespan. Tymoshenko was already beginning to feel overwhelmed.

Most of the younger generation of commanders had died on the front lines. She should have retired long ago, but the Federation still needed her strategic expertise, so they had kept her on until now.

At those words, everyone looked at one another.

Account for it meant passing the blame. "Of course,