It was naturally unrealistic to expect a group of Wanderers who had trained for only three months to attack the Mole People's shelter.
It was difficult enough to expect them to cause the Mole People any trouble.
However, Qinggang Shelter's intentions in sending out the Wanderer Legion were simple.
What they needed was precisely this mosquito-like harassment, keeping the shelter administrators in a constant state of high pressure.
Based on past experience, this bunch definitely wouldn't hold out for long before imploding.
It might start with a tiny shelter, or perhaps a large shelter would choose to surrender.
As long as one breach opened, the seemingly united South Suburbs Alliance would immediately collapse.
That was the Mole People's old tradition.
Over the past hundred years, the alliance's cycles of unity and division had never lasted more than thirty years.
Even without external conflicts, they would still come to blows over various unfair distributions of benefits.
Xia Zuo, who was leading the group to the mission site, clearly knew their mission as well. Though he urged the others to quicken their pace, he did not actually hurry straight toward their destination.
The Dilonghua Shelter was located at the very edge of the southern suburbs, practically in the wilderness.
It had been given that name because, before the war, a large park stood above the shelter, planted with a great many dilonghua flowers.
Xia Zuo thought he had been lucky to draw this location as their mission site.
In reality, Edmund had already sent people to organize each squad's combat strength into paper data.
Against these shelters that could flee at any moment, he feared alerting them and could only send the weakest cannon fodder.
But even if Xia Zuo knew his squad was supposedly "cannon fodder," he probably would not care.