Facts had proven.
These guys had indeed "gone mad."
On the first day, the Alliance had sent hundreds of teams to the front line, but less than 20% had withstood the test of time, yet on the second day, more than fifty new teams quickly took their place.
Seeing the insufficient stamina of the Alliance, the Human Emperor initially felt secretly relieved, especially when the teams stepping up on the third day were halved, suggesting those lunatics weren't truly infinite.
Even the Cannon Fodder clones of Weilante, lacking a complete mind, needed two years of cultivation, let alone those with complete mental faculties sent by the Alliance to the front line.
With such heavy casualties, he feared it wouldn't be long before a wave of war-weariness erupted within the Alliance. After all, Waste Land Wanderers were just a bunch of opportunistic folks who, if forced to face death, would undoubtedly flee without a second thought.
