Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 491 The Plowing Court Plan: War Descends
Whether Belial's arrival was intentional or unintentional, it helped Dongxia to clarify some key elements regarding continuous spacetime teleportation to a certain extent, effectively leading to a breakthrough.

Dongxia scaled back its activities on Earth and began to prepare for this lightning strike against the other world.

Time waits for no one; we must seize every second.

On the very night that contact with Chen Mo's altar was restored, the high command of the Eastern Xia held an all-night operational meeting. At the meeting, Gu Liyang, as the commander-in-chief of this operation, reported the war deployment to the [Cihang] command.

"Commanders, according to the timeline set by the General Staff and the agreement with the Starry World [Wanderer], if all goes well, the next altar, which connects both worlds, will be opened precisely at noon on September 2nd."

"Operation codename—Ploughing Court!"

Without a doubt, this plow must have been plowing the orcs' royal court.

"Once the teleportation channel at the altar opens, the advance team will conduct a safety test within three to five minutes to confirm the personnel's passage. Once the test is completed, the six combat clusters and fifteen combat batches participating in this operation will strictly follow the following order to enter the channel."

With a wave of his hand, Gu Liyang conjured up a densely packed battle deployment map behind him. Then, a red dot branched out into countless thin lines, spreading outwards in a ring shape.

"The first combat group is responsible for clearing and suppressing the surrounding environment."

"Given that the direct troops of [Wanderer] may not be able to guarantee the safety of the area around the teleportation channel for a long time, the main task of the First Combat Group is to cooperate with the Hanhai National Defense Army to suppress the undead troops that may affect the teleportation area."

"To provide sufficient security for subsequent operational batches."

This was something that Blue Star and Chen Mo had already agreed upon during their last contact.

The First Army of the National Defense Force, which had never had a chance to fight, finally had a chance to show its skills this time, and the fight was the kind that lasted all night.

Undead creatures don't have the habits of eating, sleeping, going to the toilet, bragging, or playing games. Once they discover human forces, their most likely choice is to attack, an attack that never stops.

To ensure the army's retreat, Dongxia also had to deploy a separate force to safeguard the teleportation corridor area.

"It must be emphasized that the first combat group must strictly control its combat radius. After gaining effective depth, it must not cross the boundary without authorization to avoid triggering the retreat of the Underworld Lord."

That's right, the key to the First Combat Group's operation is to neither allow the undead creatures to defeat them nor completely defeat the underworld army.

After all, it was the Lord of the Underworld who was holding the door open to break through the psionic barrier.

Theoretically speaking, according to the sacrificial contract of the [Eternal Swamp], one will stay in the Underworld for the entire teleportation time zone, which is about seven days.

However, Belial repeatedly warned that if the fighting became too intense, the Lord of the Underworld, seeing that their passage was in grave danger and even at the risk of being invaded by the enemy, might risk the punishment of the contract to abandon the teleportation passage.

At that time, Chen Mo's small arms and legs will not be able to withstand the suppression of the space-time barrier.

The commander of the selected first combat group was a middle-aged man. He gave a crisp salute and said decisively, "Yes, sir! We will complete the mission!"

Gu Liyang nodded, raised his hand, and a thick, bright yellow arrow appeared on the battle map. After extending to the teleportation point, it split into four, each pointing to one of the four different marked areas.

"The second group, the integrated engineering force, has four main tasks."

"First, after landing, immediately build a launch site and communications command center in the southeast direction of Qingfeng Mountain to complete the take-off of our military's reconnaissance aircraft, and at the same time complete the connection with the existing reconnaissance and communications systems in Hanhailing."

"Establish a fixed forward command post as quickly as possible to form an effective operational support with the mobile command vehicle!"

"Second, construct a field airfield on the east side of Qingfeng Mountain, at coordinates 625, 090."

"This is the old site of Liaoguan Pass. The terrain is flat. Based on the existing geographical data, the planning and design department has completed the engineering construction drawings."

"The second cluster is required to complete the runway for the first batch of fighter jets within three hours, enable the bomber group to conduct cyclical sorties within five hours, and complete all construction within nine hours!"

The cursor moved again. "Third, establish a material storage and transfer base in the northeast direction of Qingfeng Mountain, which will serve as the logistics headquarters for this [Ploughing Court] operation, responsible for the supply and support of all units during the operation."

"All ammunition, fuel, food, and medicine must be distributed from here; I don't need to emphasize its importance."

Finally, a slightly curved line stretches northward to the edge of the vast wilderness.

"Fourth, clear and construct the march route from Qingfeng Mountain to the Orc Wasteland. The three bridges and two fast passages marked on the map must be completed within the planned time to save as much time as possible for the ground troops to advance north."

"Is there a problem?"

The commander of the Second Operational Group was a bespectacled, seemingly refined fellow, but those who knew him well knew that he was a typical workaholic.

He clicked his tongue forcefully, took a deep breath, stood at attention, saluted, and shouted in a booming voice: "No problem, we will complete the mission without hesitation, please rest assured, command!"

As Gu Liyang reported, the overall [Ploughing Court] operation plan was gradually unveiled to the high-ranking members of [Compassionate Voyage].

The next few clusters will not leave together, but will leave alternately.

The third group is the Army Combat Group, which is also the largest, most numerous, and heaviest-equipped main force in this operation. They will be divided into five batches and transported at different times.

Once the first batch of army troops leaves, they will immediately split into three arrowheads and launch a full-speed attack northward. With the cooperation of the local troops in the Vast Ocean, they will sweep away the front-line outposts and outer defenses of the Wasteland Orcs.

Following behind this group of army troops was the first batch of the Fourth Operational Group, the Long-Range Firepower Operational Group.

They will follow the army forward, quickly reach their designated positions, and then deploy, aim, load, and fire to provide fire support to the main fortresses and strongholds along the Orc Wasteland.

Following behind was the first echelon of the Fifth Combat Group, namely the Air Force Combat Group. The first batch of fighter jets entered the newly completed strike runway at the field airfield at top speed, checked their status, took off, and bombed.

These three units were required to be on a tight timeline, aiming to achieve a late-mover advantage and a timely victory.

In other words, the air force came out last, but was the fastest, arriving at the front first, followed by concentrated artillery fire. By the time all the aerial bombs and artillery shells had been unleashed, the mechanized army units that had been the first to leave had just completed their outer mopping-up operation and arrived at the orc fortress to launch a ground attack.

The time difference between the two parts should not exceed five minutes.

The same pattern continued in every subsequent round: the army would advance first and arrive later, while the air force would advance later and arrive earlier, with wave after wave rolling forward in an assault.

"The Third Group, our army units, must strictly adhere to the three-part principle. Once more than one-third of the fuel has been used, they must immediately cease operations on the spot, report their status to the command center, and prepare to return."

Why is that? Because the army is the only force that needs to launch deep forward assaults, and in order to speed up the assault, it will make extensive use of mechanized vehicles.

The amount of fuel a vehicle has is directly related to the combat radius of a unit.

To ensure the safe return of troops before the teleportation channel expires, the General Staff stipulates that once one-third of the fuel carried by the troops is consumed, it is considered that the maximum assault distance has been reached.

The remaining two portions of fuel will be used for the return trip and for dealing with emergencies.

If the fuel is calculated to be half going and half coming back, then any unexpected event could prevent the army from withdrawing, which would seriously disrupt the overall operational plan.

Gu Liyang slammed his fist on the table again: "Let me emphasize this again: unless we receive a clear order from the frontline command to provide air support for the air force to airdrop fuel and to continue the assault, no unit of the Third Combat Group is allowed to advance another step, even if the enemy's defenses are reduced to a thin layer of paper!"

Do you understand?

The response was a chorus of shouts, "Understood!"

The three combat groups, number three, four, and five, are competing entirely on the execution capabilities of their troops. As the first ever large-scale military operation against another world, it is bound to be recorded in history.

Every single detail will be mentioned and demonstrated countless times in the military history of Dongxia. If this were to be exposed...

It doesn't even feel like something to be ashamed of to death anymore; my ancestors would probably have to shatter their memorial tablets and scatter their ashes!

The group commanders felt their heartbeats were about to burst out of their ears. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with earnestness.

"Brother, you absolutely can't let me down!"

Gu Liyang's voice softened slightly: "Finally, there's the sixth cluster."

"Your mission is to launch as many satellites as possible within the remaining timeframe..."

The sixth cluster was the last to emerge, had the lightest task, and even if it failed, it didn't seem to have a serious impact on the overall battle situation.

After all, all the data came from scattered collections by the "wandering sons" in the past, and all the satellite designs were derived from theoretical deductions. There was no practical data and no precedent for successfully launching into orbit.

With this in mind, this batch of satellites are not ordinary satellites; they are all equipped with active engines and can still adjust their attitude autonomously after separating from the rocket.

This is equivalent to installing a satellite reconnaissance module on an unmanned spacecraft.

Despite so many unfavorable factors, despite this being the first time in another dimension, and despite the lack of time for adjustments and corrections, success or failure is uncertain.

But the commander of the Sixth Group knew very well that if they failed, the entire force would be utterly humiliated.

He didn't say much, just repeated the same thing: "Please rest assured, command, we will resolutely complete the mission."

The sound is quite loud, but it vibrates slightly.

"Don't feel pressured!"

Commander Li Zehua, who had been listening silently, spoke up for the first time to the commander of the Sixth Group, who was struggling to breathe: "Failure is not a problem. We don't talk about success rates, we only talk about absolute values."

"If you can find the time to launch ten, even if nine crash, as long as one survives, I'll personally celebrate your success!"

That's fine.

A saturation launch of spacecraft, and our aerospace force is an experienced and invincible force—if this still doesn't succeed…

There are no "ifs," we must succeed!
The value of satellite launches lies elsewhere, not in this battle.

With its combination of high-altitude airships and high-altitude drones, Han Hai Ling has almost achieved full map visibility of the main control area and surrounding areas. So why go to such lengths to force its way onto satellites?
Because airships cannot fly over the vast, endless ocean, Chen Mo has already crashed two airships in his attempt to explore the depths of the ocean, and he doesn't even know why they crashed.

What does this planet look like in its entirety? Does the legendary other continent exist? Are there any other unknown forces or races? What secrets can we see in space that are normally completely invisible? These are the truly priceless pieces of information!

With Gu Liyang's concluding report complete and the overall operational plan deployed, the next step is to distribute detailed tactical manuals.

This is a plan that is accurate to the meter in distance and accurate to the minute in time.

Which unit, at what time, where did they arrive, and what were their results? If they didn't complete the mission as planned, what were the first and second backup plans? Every detail was meticulously recorded!

"Commanders, there are approximately thirty-seven hours until the commencement of Operation [Ploughing Court]."

"Please proceed with the instructions to your next-level units to relay the preparatory exercise operational orders. Ensure that the plan is 100% understood, 100% implemented, and 100% resolutely executed!"

"Comrades, let's hurry!"

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As a seven-year veteran, Wei Dingjiang has always felt that he has wasted his awesome name.

Dingjiang! Dingjiang! His grandfather named him this, hoping that he could pacify the borders for the country!

As a result, my grandfather fought in the war against the enemy, my father fought in the war to defend the country, and now that I'm over thirty, I haven't gotten to fight a single battle.

Wei Dingjiang was so anxious he was furious, and his face was covered in blisters...

Of course, some people say that he's been single for a long time and is bored!

It's not that he's not married, it's not some grand talk about putting the country before the family, it's simply Wei Dingjiang's own problem.

Old Wei has a fellow villager who retired from the army. He was ripped off badly during his wedding. A huge dowry, plus three gold items, plus a banquet, plus various other expenses, almost emptied his retirement allowance. In the end, the woman disliked him and wouldn't even let him touch her.

They went to court, but lost...

This incident had two consequences. First, Lao Wei became somewhat hesitant about marriage. After all, he had been in the military for a long time and didn't have many opportunities to meet girls. If he were to meet someone he didn't know and she did the same thing to him, he would probably explode on the spot.

The second consequence was that, unable to contain his anger, Lao Wei took two comrades to reason with them during his leave. However, the other party was too arrogant and started cursing at him. Before long, the reasoning turned into a discussion about physics.

Regardless of whether you are in the right or not, fighting with ordinary people is a violation of discipline.

Not only was he demoted in the military, but in his hometown, Wei Dingjiang's name spread like wildfire in certain small circles.

Under the influence and encouragement of the woman's family, some matchmakers wearing yoga pants would spit on him whenever they talked about him.

"Pah! Hitting a woman, what kind of trash is that!"

It will be difficult to find a partner back in my hometown in the short term.

After this incident, the battalion instructor was worried that he might have some kind of mental block, so he talked to him a few times, but Lao Wei's attitude remained very firm.

In such a large country, it's perfectly normal to have a few bad people. Rest assured, I have been steadfast in my beliefs since childhood and have never wavered.

The old Dongxia was full of bad people. My grandfather cursed landlords, invaders, and shameless, inhuman officials and wicked servants, but he never cursed the country.

It was probably because of this experience that Wei Dingjiang was selected for the main force of the Red Army in this exercise.

This main force was selected from various army groups. To outsiders, it may seem insignificant, but those in the know understand its importance.

With an average service period of more than four years, all members are at least intermediate sergeants, either assault team members or reserve assault team members.

Moreover, each battalion has its own glorious title, with more than a dozen of them dating back to the founding of the Eastern Xia army. Countless heroic units have participated in and been reviewed in various military parades.

People privately say that this is in preparation for a war across the entire planet Earth.

Everyone was eager to pull off a big heist.

And the result? Drills every single day! Drills! And more drills!

In the early hours of the morning, the sharp emergency assembly whistle once again shattered the tranquility of the camp.

Wei Dingjiang jumped out of bed with a start, dressed and packed his things within three minutes and rushed out, only to be met with another exercise order.

"Exercise Subject 36!"

Wei Dingjiang stood in the queue, sighed, and looked dejected.

In recent years, the number of exercises has been increasing, but the command center often has to carry out exercises when there is nothing to do.

Today we fight Superman, tomorrow we fight monsters; the day after tomorrow, magicians bomb our command post, a mix of ice and fire; the day after that, archers can shoot arrows six or seven kilometers away, and the arrowheads can even curve automatically...

The enemies on Earth are no longer enough for you, are they?

The key point is, this fight isn't even that challenging.

In the past, the Blue Team used to employ reconnaissance suppression, equipment suppression, electronic jamming, information blocking, and had ridiculously long attack ranges. If things got desperate, they would even launch nuclear attacks.

In these simulated exercises, the opponents are not only tough and strong, but they are also completely outmatched by our side in terms of reconnaissance and firepower. Our troops are using firearms to mow down the opponents. What's the point of this kind of war?

Today was another day of fighting orcs... How boring! But when the exercise mission was assigned, Lao Wei finally noticed something different.

The opponents are still the same big guys, but time has become extremely tight, and the requirements for troop infiltration and coordination, infantry-tank coordination, and air-ground coordination have been raised to a very high level.

Meanwhile, the exercise materials indicate that the opposing side will also have "superhuman melee weapon troops" and "orc resistance forces" joining the team.

What kind of strange allies are these...

In any case, military orders are absolute.

Wei Dingjiang followed the troops, carefully studying and analyzing every combat order, conducting short-range simulated assault drills, then refueling the armored vehicles, inspecting the tanks, eating and sleeping well, and waiting for the final exercise instructions.

However, this time, things seem a little different.

The troops were issued live ammunition! All personnel! Fully equipped!
This is a rather terrible thing.

"What's going on?" a comrade whispered. "Are we really going to have a war against the entire planet?"

“That doesn’t make sense either,” another sergeant frowned. “We’re deep inland, far from the border. Why would we be firing live ammunition so early?”

"If anything is to be done, it should be the border troops who move first. If it's really going to be a battle, they can't possibly not tell us!"

"Something's really going to happen! Something really bad!"

A baby-faced veteran came running up, panting: "The tank units are all loaded with live ammunition! Could it be that the enemy has invaded?"

"impossible!"

Several voices rang out in unison.

The soldiers of Dongxia simply did not believe that, under the current circumstances, anyone could penetrate into the heart of Dongxia.

Everyone looked bewildered, and an indescribable emotion quickly spread through the group.

What exactly happened, or what is about to happen?

Amidst this restless atmosphere, all the troops participating in the exercise were transported to the assembly area one after another by military trucks.

The sky had changed; it was now filled with thick, dark clouds.

The cirrocumulus clouds, layered like fish scales, almost completely obscured the sky.

Tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, self-propelled artillery, armored command vehicles, missile launchers, trucks, trailers, fuel trucks, ammunition trucks... a dense array of steel behemoths, arranged in neat rows, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Wei Dingjiang looked around. In all his years in the military, he had participated in countless exercises, but this was the first time he had ever seen such a high density of mechanized equipment.

Suddenly, a detail caught his eye.

Tanks, tracked vehicles, and self-propelled artillery, which are the main weapons of war, were all mounted on large flatbed trailers.

Clearly, this is to ensure the equipment is in optimal condition before reaching the combat zone, meaning that the next period will involve forced marches.

Everything seemed to be proceeding according to the repeatedly emphasized exercise plan. We were about to launch a wild assault across hundreds of kilometers to attack a savage and vast orc empire.

"Zizi..."

A short, crackling sound suddenly came from the underground speaker under the square, followed by a powerful, resonant voice.

That was the voice of Li Zehua, the first commander of the [Cihang] command headquarters in Dongxia.

"Comrades!"

"Soldiers!"

"This is not a drill!"

"You are about to create a new world!"

(End of this chapter)