Victory or not, Fatty is never willing to suffer a loss. Survival is always his number one rule. If he stays alive, his team won't collapse! Fighting under such a division commander feels reassuring!
Fatty handed over the movement of [Logic] to the automatic cruise program controlled by the little kid, while he stared blankly at the electronic map. These two armored divisions of Desic cannot be left unchecked. The key now is to determine what kind of strategy to use, whether to delay or to engage!
"Pipi, when do you think we can take the East District?" Fatty asked absent-mindedly.
"Three days." The little kid was fully focused on controlling [Logic]with commands. Because it didn't have a natural sense of biological balance, [Logic] moved awkwardly, like an astronaut, shuffling one step at a time. The little kid was now working with gritted teeth to speed up this light, chicken-like action by several times.
