But it's different now.
Twelve armed armored vehicles sped through the dust storm, the rough terrain causing the Federation soldiers inside to endure a nauseating jolt. Yet, they didn't feel sick. Instead, their spirits soared to unprecedented heights.
The captain's voice was somewhat excited over the communication channel.
"To be honest, we're going on a suicide mission. If the Empire chooses to nuke us, we win big. If they're reluctant to use nukes against us, then as long as we're lucky enough to survive, we can execute precise targeting.
Trust me, as long as we can transmit the coordinates, we can guide the missiles with nuclear warheads, and many apes will come to accompany us in death. Most importantly, we have a chance to capture the Empire's last transition base on the Alien Planet.
Even if we die halfway, it doesn't matter because... the old man is still charging ahead!"
