"Can we communicate with the home base?"
"Intermittently. Conventional methods are useless, but some agents buried at the home base have sent back some information... The area we originally occupied has become a maze-like environment, covered in a vast expanse of grey fog."
"So, we can't expect reinforcements?"
"No, we can't expect them. A combat force capable of affecting our war situation cannot be assembled quickly enough. By the time they arrive, it might be all over for us. And, you know..."
"Ha, the judge can't let go of the rules of the arena? I understand..."
Lu Ping'an accepted the reality that help couldn't arrive with a calm demeanor; from the start, he hadn't been hopeful.
On one hand, it was due to his understanding of the current environment and situation. On the other hand, it was because Lin Nu chose to cut off an arm in a break-the-cauldrons-and-sink-the-boats strategy. If it were that easily cracked, it would have become a joke.
