2136, The Trade Federation's Calculations
However, upon hearing that timeframe, Ling Liang merely shook her head and said coldly, "My hope is that you can hold out for eight months. That is to say, at least until next year. And that is only our requirement for relatively outlying planets such as Deko Neimoidia and Cato Neimoidia..."
Her gaze was incredibly sharp as she looked at Nute Gunray and said slowly, "For Balmorra, Cato Neimoidia, and your homeworld Neimoidia, my expectation is at least two years."
"That's impossible!" Nute Gunray suddenly raised his head. "We simply don't have the strength to hold out for that long! And both Balmorra and Neimoidia have large breeding pools for our species. Their populations are enormous. If the war drags on, the casualties will be unimaginably severe!"
Seeing him like this, Ling Liang merely sneered.
Sure enough, while Nute Gunray was making a huge fuss here, he was actually putting on this show for everyone to see—especially for the Duchy of Dawn, for Grand Duke Tang Xiao.
Army General Xian Hui had read the situation perfectly just now. Experience really did count for something.
Though Nute Gunray said all this, he was actually calculating for himself. Most likely, he wanted the Trade Federation to surrender in order to minimize the sacrifices.
That was why, despite knowing perfectly well that the Duchy of Dawn had no possibility of dispatching troops to influence the Trade Federation so far away in the Core Worlds of the Milky Way Galaxy, he still came here to make a scene, crying and demanding aid.
He hoped that once the Duchy of Dawn refused him, he would have an excuse to say, "You people from the Duchy of Dawn refused to send troops, so don't blame me," and then surrender. That way,