Eriadu satellite, outskirts of the Crystal Sea, Galactic Republic Armored Legion Command Center and Logistics Base.
Defeated soldiers kept fleeing back to the base in trucks and speeder bikes. Some speeder bikes had four or five people clinging to them, nearly too burdened to fly.
Most of these routed soldiers were pale and terrified. Many were covered in blood, yet there were very few wounded among them—during their panicked flight, the wounded had mostly been abandoned.
The blood on them belonged to their comrades.
They had completely lost the courage to fight. Even after psychological treatment, probably no more than 10 percent of them would be able to return to the battlefield.
The Indjori's incomparably brutal offensive had utterly shattered their confidence.
They had never seen an opponent who could tear a person in half with bare hands. They had never seen an opponent who could bend the barrel of an AT-TE walker. And they had certainly never seen an opponent who could flip an off-road vehicle head-on!
On top of that, the Indjori were extremely fond of the powerful M-22 Ripper shotgun and Striker Assault Rifle. The effects their ammunition had on the human body were horrifying. Getting hit by the Striker's grenade-like rounds was one thing—at worst, you were blown to pieces. But if you encountered the M-22 Ripper, you would be sliced into a mound of mangled flesh by countless serrated fragments!
They could not resist. They had absolutely no way to resist!
Even equipped with the powerful AT-TE walkers and UT-AT self-propelled hover artillery, they still had no ability whatsoever to resist the Indjori, who flew wildly through the skies with Wing-Flapping Backpacks and possessed immense strength and impervious bodies!
Inside the command center, reports from the front had already informed the Republic commander of the