Sorbet's Troubles and Decision

J-21 Star System, Milky Way

"How is our army doing now?"

Inside a ring-shaped spaceship, a soldier stood before a swivel chair, reporting to the short figure seated in it.

"L-Lord Sorbet..." The soldier looked slightly panicked and stammered, unable to get the words out.

"Speak!" Sorbet frowned and barked, "At a time like this, you're still dragging your feet? Are you looking to die?"

Startled, the soldier immediately snapped to attention and rapidly blurted out in one breath, "Reporting, sir! The First, Third, Fifth, and Sixth Divisions have been completely wiped out. The Second and Fourth Divisions are half destroyed, while the Seventh and Eighth Divisions have retreated to the second line of defense."

Although everyone present had already prepared themselves mentally, they still sucked in a sharp breath upon hearing the news.

Sorbet merely frowned in thought before waving his hand. "Merge the Second and Fourth Divisions into the First Division. Promote the Seventh through Twelfth Divisions in order to become the Second through Seventh Divisions."

"Then have them all fall back to the second line of defense. If the enemy presses their attack, engage in mobile warfare. Do not become attached to the positions at the second line of defense."

The soldier was initially stunned by the order, but he quickly acknowledged it and withdrew.

"Lord Sorbet, what should we do now?" Tagoma, one of the two bodyguards standing nearby, asked.

Rubbing his brow, Sorbet said helplessly, "The Musli Empire's five great fleets are far too strong. Their technological level is nearly an entire tier above ours. That alone would be manageable, since our forces vastly outnumber theirs."

"But with those Saiyan monkeys that suddenly rose to prominence added into the mix, things have become difficult."

Even Tagoma, who was usually arrogant, was rendered somewhat speechless by