Under Meshal's command, the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group was applying pressure layer by layer, unhurriedly.
Meshal had ample patience and absolute confidence.
At the same time, he had thoroughly studied the root causes of the previous two failed campaigns to suppress the rebellion!
Carelessness!
That was right. As True Born Sons, they had an innate advantage and overwhelming superiority over hybrids and slaves!
Their equipment was better, their training superior, and there was an unbridgeable gulf in individual strength as well.
So why, then, had both previous campaigns ended in total annihilation?
Meshal had summed up the causes of their failures and learned from their mistakes.
This time, under his command, the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group would show its true strength!
"Grand Arbiter, we've received the latest report from the front."
The reconnaissance teams sent out by the True Born Sons were like ghosts in the night, already lying in wait at key points throughout Pain's Nest.
"The Painwalker Heavy Infantry Regiment's 37th, 42nd, and 58th combat companies encountered harassment from small enemy units at Fang Path, Soul-Rending Valley, and Pain Corridor, respectively. They defeated them with ease. Commander Gary requests permission to press the advantage and completely wipe out the Rebel Army!"
As the comms officer delivered the report, Meshal sat firmly at the command console, but a trace of disdain flickered in his eyes. "Heh. They're trying the same trick on me?"
One of the previous campaigns had failed because the True Born warrior regiment had acted recklessly; the other, because the Flayed Ones had been careless.
But he wouldn't fall for it now.
"Order the Painwalker Heavy Infantry Regiment to hold its position and stand by!"
Meshal's icy gaze swept over the holographic tactical command platform before him. His calm voice seemed to conceal a terrifying storm