"The Qinggang Shelter's response was painfully slow. It seems that after years of peace, they lacked the necessary combat experience, causing their fighting strength to deteriorate to this state."
Standing at a breach in a damaged high-rise, Su Mo lowered his binoculars and closed his eyes, rubbing his stiff temples.
Countless wars had already proven that strength on paper could not completely determine the outcome of a battle.
The Qinggang Shelter had more than a thousand Exoskeleton Battle Armors, nearly a hundred powerful flying units, and all kinds of tanks and armored vehicles that were practically overlords on the ground.
No matter how one looked at it, they should never have allowed the Wanderers to break through the High Wall and wreak such large-scale destruction inside.
But that was the reality, judging by the losses.
The Qinggang Shelter had lost—and lost utterly.
If the Tian Yuan Army had not guarded the breach for more than twenty minutes to farm experience,
then it would not have been merely two or three thousand Wanderers escaping. At least ten thousand would have successfully gotten away.
They would have vanished into the dense fog with huge quantities of supplies, disappearing into Qinggang City, which was about to become the center of the chaos.
"They didn't lose because they lacked experience. They lost to arrogance."
"That was unavoidable. Almost every powerful faction makes this mistake to some extent."
Su Deben, standing nearby, shook his head, apparently reminded of some unpleasant events from the past.
"If you were the administrator of the Qinggang Shelter, and someone told you that a group of Wanderers with absolutely no training or tactical knowledge would use 'ancient' weapons to break through the Shelter's sturdy outer wall, spread the flames of war throughout the entire Industrial Zone, and defeat the remaining