"My companions?" Feng Jun pondered for a moment. Of course, he knew cultivators wanted insect corpses, but he did not think it was such a good suggestion. "They're used to directly attacking planets inhabited by the Insect Race. That's much simpler."
Have they already become this powerful? Xuan Gao was secretly astonished. It was not as though the Federation had never attacked star systems occupied by the Insect Race, but generally speaking, such attacks were extremely difficult, especially in places the insects had developed for a long time.
When it came to how the insects modified planets, there was actually little difference from the Human Race. Both transformed ordinary planets into habitable ones, and while making them habitable, they also added defensive facilities and shelters.
The Insect Race did not have no enemies in this world. At the very least, wandering meteors and cosmic radiation could inflict severe damage on them. Moreover, different insect clans also fought among themselves.
That was why planets modified by the Insect Race were especially difficult for the Human Federation to attack. The casualties they inflicted were far lower than those caused by defending at their own doorstep, and insect reinforcements arrived quickly. If they could not swiftly take down the enemy nest, they might end up being attacked from both sides.
Generally speaking, when the Federation attacked an Insect Race planet, it would launch a fierce assault immediately, hoping to wipe out the enemy in one wave. At the same time, it had to deploy enough fleets outside the star system to intercept reinforcements.
But they could not hold off reinforcements for too long. Otherwise, the insects' backup would keep arriving in an endless stream. It was an extremely irritating matter, but there was no helping it. That was simply reality.
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