"Already?" I asked, a little doubtful of his aims. "Didn't you say two hours is too short earlier?"
{What now? Are you blaming me for a wrong estimate?!} the general barked back, acting angry. {Then stay behind if you don't want to come! We can't hold our own now!}
"Ah, no can do, sir." I smiled, shaking my head. "You still haven't paid us our dues."
I turned to Nyssra, who was already working on the reason behind General Sam's sudden change of mind—and was surprised. Apparently, A1-03's reinforcements had arrived. Another batch of 200,000 ships, ready to protect the planet—or rather, the weapon hosted on it—from barbaric invaders.
'So since a bigger backup arrived, he lost his fear of losing against the Shadowless Hawks, huh?'
With that much armada on standby, if the Hawks attacked, then they might get turned to scraps within seconds.
That's if they survived long enough under the Primula's long-ranged bombardment.
