"They can't succeed."
"We must stop them immediately."
There were no weaklings who could represent the Military Academy, and so the battle inside the warship erupted once more, even more brutally than before.
Death was inevitable.
But a significant portion of the supplies was intercepted, yet many still got through, causing massive casualties among the students below.
After a brief rest, Lin Fu placed Purple Moon horizontally on her lap and listened to the complaints on the public channel, a cold smile on her face.
The faces of the others were also grim.
No one could accept that such a thing could happen in the powerful, highly disciplined Empire.
It was even more upsetting than the Democracy Alliance breaking through.
"Supplies are said to be dropped for us, but they are actually meant for prisoners," someone muttered softly.
Lin Fu suddenly stood up. "We have to get whatever supplies we can."
