Fatty frowned and glanced at Jiasier, cursing, "Are you out of your mind? A platoon of ragtag Mechas against an elite armored group of the Desic Empire? Even a Level 3 position won't hold for an hour! Never mind you digging a few holes here! Fifteen minutes!" Fatty raised one finger, very assuredly saying, "You'll be done!"
Jiasier didn't know that Fatty said fifteen minutes to avoid hurting their confidence and to keep up morale. In reality, Fatty estimated that the enemy would break through the blockade in just three minutes and wipe out the entire platoon in no more than ten minutes! Though Jiasier was a bit dissatisfied with the fifteen-minute estimate, he didn't doubt Fatty's judgment one bit. When it came to ambushes or rear attacks, this Fatty had written a book about it. Was there anything he didn't understand? He couldn't help but ask hurriedly, "Then what should we do?"
