After lewdly imagining the reclusive life of one man and two women, the fat man made up his mind.



"Go north, bypass the enemy's landing base, and then go east, to Galiparan." The fat man suddenly waved his hand and encouraged himself with a firm tone.



"Galiparan? It's thousands of kilometers away from here!" The female pilot's eyes widened.



"How can we get there?" The innocent - looking female medical soldier asked with confusion in her big, blinking eyes. "There are enemies everywhere outside."



"The Gachalin Empire landed in more than forty cities simultaneously. Except for the traffic arteries that need to be guarded to surround the whole city and divide the federal troops, they don't need to fully control the other unoccupied areas."



The fat man thought he had some military talent. His twenty escape experiences in the past half - year made him very familiar with the Imperial Army's combat methods. He continued in an affirmative tone:



"These unoccupied areas are too large for them to take care of. Their eyes are only on our cities and military bases. As long as they keep a close eye on these targets, it's enough for them. Without the supplies from the cities, these desolate areas can't generate any resistance forces. They don't care about them."



"And, they don't have enough troops." While speaking, the fat man was thinking, and he became clearer about the whole situation. "They need to control the four immigrant planets in the Galileo galaxy and Milock II in the Newton galaxy that they have already occupied. These five planets have occupied the vast majority of their ground troops.



This planet should be the end point of the Gachalin Empire's campaign this time. The time is too short. To fully control these six immigrant planets, they need time."



"In the past, they always chose to forcibly land in the most important cities on the planet, tore the defense between the cities on the whole planet into several unconnected pieces, and then carried out a full - scale landing, using superior forces to form an all - around encirclement of the immigrant cities.



But this time, their all - around landing only targeted forty out of more than sixty cities, which means they don't have enough troops, or the follow - up troops are still on the way and can't strike all the cities when the airdrop is carried out." The fat man affirmed his reasoning and got a shocking inference.



He didn't continue. This inference made his hair stand on end. He thought to himself, "Such a landing can only be carried out to the greatest extent under the condition of precise strikes on the ground troops and defense bases.



Precisely destroy the ground defenses, and then use the least number of troops to surround and occupy the cities. There are a lot of bases hidden underground or in the mountains, but without exception, they have all been destroyed.



The two space fleets responsible for the defense of the Galileo galaxy were defeated too quickly, almost collapsing at the first touch. It seems that there are traitors in the federal high - level. The military layout maps of the six immigrant planets are not accessible to ordinary people."



In a flash, the fat man's just - determined retreat plan began to waver again: "Then, the defense of the capital Galiparan..." The fat man felt very melancholy. It really bothered him that a mechanical repair soldier was thinking about such difficult problems.



"A mechanical repair soldier can think of this problem. The command should be able to think of it too!" He comforted himself, thinking that his worry for others was a bit ridiculous.



"But, you haven't told us how to escape from here yet." The female pilot was a bit impatient.



Yuri pointed at the destroyed and abandoned mechas of both sides on the battlefield not far away and said, "With the parts of these guys, I think we can piece together a vehicle. Now that this has become the enemy's forward base, the northern giant transport ship's landing base should gradually be abandoned, and the supplies and troops will be transferred to various forward bases like this one."



He then pointed at the several mountains faintly visible in the north and said, "The further north, the looser their defense will be. As long as we have the chance to escape across the plain north of the jungle and get into the jungle at the foot of those mountains, we can get out of the Imperial Army's control."



"What should we do now?" The innocent - looking female medical soldier asked softly.

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"Wait for nightfall. Get enough rest and we'll dig holes together at night. Hehe, I can't do this alone." After that, this scoundrel asked lewdly, "Who will sleep with me? It's very warm."



The two female soldiers automatically ignored the fat man's teasing. The three of them dug a hole in a bush on the other side of the jungle, far away from the Imperial forward base, to rest and wait for nightfall. Outside the hole, Yuri spent a lot of effort to set up several traps and camouflaged them perfectly with branches.



The three of them huddled together, waiting for nightfall. Although the fat man was foul - mouthed, it was his first time to be in such close contact with women. Having a mental block, he was no longer so shamelessly brazen but instead tried to stick his body to the side of the hole wall and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.



In fact, the two female soldiers didn't have any concerns. Before being rescued by the fat man, they hardly dared to think about what would happen to them after being escorted to the base. They knew exactly what would happen to them - raped by turns and then executed. They might even die before the execution.



That kind of fear was suffocating.



They didn't know if they had the courage to commit suicide. At least, before being rescued by the fat man, they didn't even have the chance to commit suicide.



The moment Yuri jumped out of the grass, in their hearts, this somewhat simple - minded, somewhat ruthless, and somewhat scoundrel - like fat man had become their mainstay.