"Tsk. They actually came!" Watching the meteor shower plunge toward the ground, Yu Lian couldn't help but spit.
With his eyesight, he could easily tell those weren't meteorites falling from the sky. They were orbital drop pods breaking through the atmosphere at incredible speed.
The spectacle of what looked like a hundred meteorites falling at once was certainly impressive, but to an expert, it still seemed a little underwhelming. Judging by the parameters of the Empire's current standard-issue LC3 Poison Dart Frog orbital drop pods, they could deploy no more than four hundred military power armor suits in a single drop.
Just think of the Seventh Galactic War. Forget the meat grinders of head-on attrition between the two great powers. Even in planetary conflicts between second- and third-rate nations, every landing had been a world-ending spectacle, with pods blotting out the sky. If the first wave had fewer than a hundred thousand troops, they would've been embarrassed to show their faces.
Four hundred suits—put plainly, that was only four hundred people. What good was that supposed to do? They were facing a fully staffed armored grenadier division of twelve thousand, with a week's worth of fortified positions behind them.
Yu Lian didn't think Marshal Estay had reached the point of senility. Though the Empire's soldiers, steeped in militarism, were always eager for battle, their officers had never been short on brains. There was only one explanation... Those aboard the drop pods had to be heraldic suits.
Yes, a few hundred ordinary soldiers attacking the defenses of a fully staffed garrison division would be suicide. But if all those hundreds were transcendent, that was another matter entirely.
Four hundred Starrealm Knights? No, even if there were only two or three hundred, that would still be more than half of the Blue