Dean Avery did not bother with the commotion below, and continued speaking in a steady yet powerful voice:
"The enemy's specific tactical intentions are not yet fully clear. But based on our current disparity in combat power, the core demand of the Workshop's highest decision-making level for this war comes down to a single word…"
His gaze seemed to grow even sharper as he enunciated each syllable:
"Drag!"
"At any cost, drag the enemy out! Stall them for as long as possible!"
"Whether we move on to large-scale legion engagements, or split into elite squads for guerrilla warfare, raids, and seizing key nodes, every strategic and tactical starting point is 'to buy time'! To win more time for the Workshop!"
Stall for time?
Jeming sat below the dais, fingers unconsciously rubbing the armrest as his mind raced.
This posture… the higher-ups of Nolun Workshop seem to be holding some kind of 'sure-win' trump card—or at least something 'enough to turn the tables'?
