At this moment, Outpost 108 was a flurry of activity as they prepared for battle.
The members of the Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps were conducting final checks on every part of the outpost.
Meanwhile, a heated discussion was unfolding in a temporary command room within the outpost.
"I still insist on setting up the first line of defense 300 meters out from the outpost. That way, we'll have enough strategic depth," Fang Tianhe said seriously, pointing at a map.
"But if we do that, at most only half of the outpost's automated machine guns will be able to provide fire support. If something goes wrong, that 300-meter distance will be fatal. The Mercenaries at the front might not have time to retreat."
"If something happens here, none of us can bear that responsibility," said Wan Jiasong, the Squad Leader sent by the Military Department, his expression grave.
