The simulation program restarted, and the situation was restored. This time, Feiler included a time setting.
The circular cursor representing the bandit army's main force dashed left and right among six red arrows, struggling to resist. However, no matter what it did, time continued to tick away second by second. When it finally annihilated two of the arrows, one of the remaining four arrows had already advanced into Puluo Town.
Once a path was breached, all of Puluo Town's defenses collapsed instantly. A swath of red spread across the map of Puluo Town once again, settling the dust.
"Look....," Feiler clapped his hands, unfurling a copy of the Mars Times, and picked up the coffee on the table next to him. "War is an art."
Fatty's cold sweat soaked through his vest.
