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... if we delay any longer, we will collapse before the humans attack."

Piero said eagerly to Ramiro.

"Piero, what do you have in mind?"

"Your Majesty, I've read the report on the humans' capture of our other planets and found that the humans seem to value casualties and would rather advance slowly. They ensure an extremely low casualty rate!"

"Good, this should be related to the small number of humans, after all, they have been suppressed by us on their planet for a ...

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