Judged by military strength, District 25 was no different from a newborn infant before the Federation. Until recently, even Third-Generation Tactical Mecha technology had been held solely by the Arbitration Bureau, while the conglomerates of District 25 were still fretting over all manner of technological bottlenecks.
Yet who could have known that Jonas Weiyan would leapfrog them outright, stealing the legacy of the predecessor civilization to create Fourth-Generation Tactical Mecha and put himself fully on par with the Federation in quality?
Even so, the disparity in numbers remained astronomical. The Federation could raze all of District 25 simply by advancing head-on, without employing any tactics at all.
Dorothy never underestimated an enemy, not even a feeble ant, much less someone like Jonas Weiyan, an obstacle standing in her way and blocking humanity's path to the interstellar era.
Deploying everything was the best approach!
"Lady Dorothy, the commander-in-chief of the Federation First Army has prepared hot tea in his office. He would like to invite you over to discuss how the Federation's army can cross the Wasteland with minimal losses," her secretary, Lin Gong, said softly beside her.
"No. I'm already preparing to head back. Decline for me."
"Then, regarding the army's crossing of the Wasteland..."
"That is his job to begin with. I want to see a completed proposal in my Communicator before tonight."
Dorothy took a small sip of wine. Perhaps because of the alcohol, a faint flush appeared on her fair cheeks, and reminiscence surfaced in her limpid eyes. "Miss Lin Gong, if it were Noel, she would never have asked me..."
The young woman abruptly stopped. The unusual look in her eyes gradually faded, and she turned to the secretary standing silently beside her with her head lowered. "Miss Lin Gong, next time you receive an invitation