Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 588: 459 You are right

Facing the delayed arrival of Weslin and a host of military officers, the city representatives who had been waiting for a while all looked sowhat displeased. Among them, an old man spoke bluntly, "You're about to step down, and you're still holding an award ceremony?"

The official of the forr court is the target of the new.

Unless there's a grudge... but there's no need to settle scores at this ti, right?

Weslin glanced at the old man who had spoken, said nothing, and steadily stepped onto the highest platform at the front of the eting room in his tallic war boots.

As long as the dismissal order doesn't co down, he remains marshal of the military district.

"Does Marshal Weslin have anything to say about the failure of this operation?" another vigorous old man, sitting on the side, asked in a toneless, heavy voice.

This was his father's man.

Weslin glanced at the other party and knew his intentions. He feared that he himself was unaware of the situation he might face next and reminded him to produce sothing in his favor.

"Regarding the failed operation against the Blackrock District Hive, as the marshal of the military district, I cannot shirk the bla. We misjudged the combat capability of the targeted hive, resulting in incorrect personnel deploynt. Although changes were promptly made at the critical mont, preventing the total annihilation of our forces, the loss inflicted upon our military's strength is not negligible! This mistake lies with our overall command and has nothing to do with the soldiers at the grassroots level!"

"..."

Several old n at the edge of the room looked at Weslin with strange eyes.

What did his words an?

At this critical mont, instead of trying to shift the bla onto others, he was hurrying to take responsibility upon himself, as if to curry favor with the rank-and-file soldiers...

Right, wasn't it rumored that he directly promoted an infantry grunt to general of the military district because he knew what was coming and went mad?

An old man under the city lord, who couldn't bear to see Weslin act so carelessly, took the initiative to search for evidence, "At the mont, we only have the rough report of your losses from the expedition. The specifics are not very clear. Could we perhaps view the overall recording of the battle? After all, that hive is not just an enemy of the military district but the whole of Blackwater City. The decision to bring down that hive was made by the entire city."

"However, the timing of the strike and the specific battle formation arrangents were decisions made by the military district on its own!" the first old man who had spoken in ridicule insisted on pinning the bla on Weslin's head.

"Let's watch and then talk," said another old man, clad in a purple, unusual overcoat, who spoke airily.

The overcoat, imbued with an air of mysteriousness, gave away the identity of its wearer — from the Spiritual Power Managers Center.

The city's core decision-making body is made up of representatives elected from various city institutions. However, these representatives naturally would not run around casually. They have their own small Elder Councils, which form trial committees to judge matters that are not of utmost importance but still significant.

Like the matter at hand... the replacent of a military district marshal.

"Yes!" The technician, following the order, began to selectively edit and display various angles and segnts of the recorded battle.

Facing a massive swarm of low-level insects and so elite bugs, the human chanized forces advanced triumphantly and steadily pushed forward.

This standard tactic, including the progress made, didn't have too many issues.

No one could find fault with it from this perspective.

It was just the constant ergence of sand worms from the underground behind and within the ranks that caused a significant impact and made the advance less than ideal, which was sowhat concerning.

But this was not a cri of war.

"In the future, we need to let the Scientific Research Institute pay attention to defenses and strikes against underground threats."

"Defense is easier said than done. We can lay defenses and monitoring equipnt underground in advance, but fighting proactively on enemy territory, to have achieved this much is already quite good."

Among those who ca from various city institutions were those who genuinely wanted to learn from this battle in hopes of one day completely annihilating the hive.

They watched the images projected on the white screen with rapt attention. The shaking footage recorded on the actual battlefield was unnerving, but it made the situation all the more gripping.

The arrival of seven Thunder Beasts instantly tensed up everyone present.

The ergence of these strategic behemoths often marked a turning point in the battle.

Even those from the city who hadn't participated in this battle knew that the true challenge of the expedition had begun from the mont the Thunder Beasts appeared.

cha deploynt!

Yet half were stopped by the low-level swarm...

"The level is too poor..."

"The selection requirents for the ch Armored Corps are not strict enough."

If all ch pilots had been blocked by the swarm, it could have been due to the cha's incapability of breaking through. But clearly, so cha were able to break through, so what about those ch pilots who didn't? How should they be explained?

Apart from "incompetent," there were no excuses.

And to relax the selection standards, allowing these technically insufficient pilots to drive Titan-class ard cha which cost a fortune to produce, without demonstrating their proper capabilities, was undoubtedly a waste of resources.

Anyone involved in the selection and training process of ch pilots, at any point affected by this entire line, could not escape bla!