"Damn this scum!"
General Vance cursed angrily.
Though he had guessed that the enemy might set up a trap at the bridgehead fortress, he hadn't anticipated such a terrifying "suicide" explosion. They were willing to sacrifice this militarily strategic fortress just to bite at them viciously like a rabid dog. Had it not been for some transcendental intervention that disturbed the explosives and prevented them from detonating, by now the Imperial Army would likely have suffered significant casualties!
After a few seconds of silence, the general managed to utter a difficult phrase:
"Someone is helping us..."
The adjutant, several high-ranking officers in tow, and the scouting party were all quite surprised. They couldn't help but frown thoughtfully, trying to comprehend the general's words.
"How is Governing Officer Jack doing now?"
General Vance suddenly turned and asked the adjutant.
The latter snapped back to reality and hurriedly pointed above them.
