Hell's Gate's mercenary unit had been completely wiped out.
This was the result of Jack's failed attempts at persuasion and Miles confidently sending in the mercenaries.
One arrow pinned both mech and pilot straight through. Shooting down helicopters was as easy as shooting birds.
They couldn't even get close to that tree!
Drive them away?
What a joke.
Only because Miles himself was exceptionally powerful had he barely managed to escape. The moment he returned, he became a commander without an army.
"They can't breathe fire at all!"
After returning, Miles craned his neck and said this stubbornly.
White phosphorus incendiary bombs, my ass. Did they even need them?
They hadn't even caught sight of Temo's people before they were shot full of holes with a flurry of arrows!
Now, he somewhat understood that he might have wronged those people who had come seeking cooperation earlier.
These natives had changed—changed drastically. It was very likely, just as they had said, that their hostile faction had helped them!
And just as this thought crossed his mind, news arrived from the gate guards that Takamanohara's envoys had come.
Although Japan had not taken further action against the Na'vi tribe, they had kept a close watch on Hell's Gate.
They had to keep track of their condition at all times.
Upon discovering that their combat forces had been almost completely wiped out, they were instead quite satisfied.
Only after losing their conventional combat strength would they become even more dependent on us!
They now had a clear grasp of everything discussed in the meetings here, as well as their bottom line.
Your orbital weapons will inevitably be put to our use as well!
"Surely you now understand how troublesome our opponents are. They effortlessly wiped out your conventional forces. Did you feel their