The Golden Dragon Girl was at a loss as the situation took a sudden turn for the worse. She did not know whether to hold on or cut her losses and retreat.
She had commanded plenty of large-scale battles, but she had never faced an enemy this powerful. In most of her previous battles, superior equipment and numbers had given her the advantage from start to finish. They had demanded little in the way of brilliant command, and she had never faced a dilemma like this.
"My lady, the front line is about to collapse." Her adjutant looked anxious. She had never faced a situation like this either.
Since receiving equipment from the Interstellar World, this generation of the Revolutionary Army had grown used to sweeping victories. Now that they faced imminent defeat, they were all at a loss.
The Golden Dragon Girl was the first to regain her composure. "Confirm the size of the Insect Race Forces," she ordered. "You have three minutes. I want an answer!"
"Yes, ma'am!" With an order to carry out, the adjutant shook off her confusion and hurried to obey.
Every second that passed brought more deaths on the front line. The situation grew steadily worse for the Revolutionary Army.
But the Golden Dragon Girl gritted her teeth and held on. She did not order a retreat. She was waiting for the answer.
She had to know whether the sudden arrival of the Insect Race was a bluff or a decisive threat.
The adjutant came running back after only two minutes and reported at top speed, "My lady, we've confirmed it. There are approximately four hundred thousand Insect Race troops, and advanced units make up less than twenty percent."
The Golden Dragon Girl narrowed her eyes, drew a slight breath, and ordered, "Send in