"It seems Headquarters doesn't believe we can eliminate the Drought Fiend, or even that we're trapped in the Ancient Ruins."
Chen Xianzhi looked grim and somewhat worried: "Could Headquarters really be facing a formidable enemy?"
"What kind of enemy?"
Jia Weixin's face was livid: "They even said they encountered a hostile native race, and a fight hasn't even broken out yet. Maybe Headquarters is currently embroiled in infighting, with all sorts of differences in opinion. If it really was a critical moment, their attitude wouldn't be like this, they would be very sincere. Even if they couldn't send the Firepower Flying Disc over, they would be very tactful about it, not so overbearing like now."
After all, soldiers in the field are not bound by orders from above.
Not to mention, we're separated by what must be thousands of miles now, being so aggressive would only offend people, and it's obvious they're doing it on purpose.
