One hundred and fifty-seven technical soldiers?
Without the Mech warriors and ground combat troops, who would be left on the Heart Moon Fox to carry out combat operations? If they're asked to press the button to fire, their calculated routes would be ten times more accurate than Ji Xinghe's.
But they can't fire. They can only use their own lives, their own battleships, to fight for a chance at survival for Ji Xinghe.
They all believe that Ji Xinghe, for the Federation and this war, is worth more than all of them combined, worth more than the Heart Moon Fox Space Battleship.
They would always remember, if it weren't for Ji Xinghe's earlier counteraction, Heart Moon Fox would have been destroyed or self-destructed long ago.
By the time Zhao Chenguang had finished speaking, the clanging sounds they could hear finally ceased, as if Ji Xinghe had given up his futile struggle.
Who doesn't know that Ji Xinghe is a mechanic?