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Chapter 387 Sorry, Dad, it seems we can't hold out any longer!

Chapter 387 Sorry, Dad, it seems we can't hold out any longer! (Please vote with your monthly tickets!~)

a few days later.

The Arctic Circle battlefield.

Cold Bone Fjord.

The wind is an eternal presence in this gray and white land.

At the entrance to the fjord, behind a huge, sheltered ice rock.

They managed to build a makeshift observation post.

Several frozen stones covered with a thick layer of ice were piled up to form a shelter about half a person's height.

It was covered with frost.

The already frozen skin of the ghost and the disguise net.

A young recruit, wrapped in a heavy standard leather coat.

Wearing a cold-proof mask and goggles that almost covered half of their face.

They huddled behind cover.

Although Qi and blood can resist extreme cold.

But the people here try to use as little of their vital energy as possible.

Try to use clothing to replace some of the functions of warming the body and protecting against the cold.

He tried to shrink his body even smaller, attempting to draw in a bit of warmth.

His eyes, however, were fixed on the gray-white world outside the bunker, churned by the wind and snow.

next to.

An old soldier leaned against the cold rock.

He looked to be in his forties, his face etched with the marks of time.

His eyes were sunken, and he wore a faded, dark gray old cotton-padded jacket with frayed cuffs.

He wore an equally worn leather vest over it.

The veteran slowly pulled an oil paper package from his pocket.

Open carefully.

Inside were a few low-quality tobacco leaves.

In this weather, normal cigarettes simply cannot be preserved.

These tobacco leaves, if roasted, can still be smoked.

He picked out a relatively intact piece and carefully rolled it up.

The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, lashed wildly against the shelter.

It made a strange whistling sound.

The recruit trembled slightly, whether from the cold or not.

Or perhaps it was the tension caused by the sudden amplification of the wind in this deathly silent environment.

He instinctively raised the binoculars again.

Looking towards the entrance to the fjord, where the wind and snow are blowing.

In view, all that could be seen were rolling snow waves and the blurry outline of distant ice cliffs.

It was still that same despairing gray-white.

"Old Mo"

The recruit's voice, coming through his mask, carried a hint of anxiety.

"Do you think the Dawnbringers will still come? It's been days already! Weren't they supposed to arrive a long time ago?"

The veteran, referred to as Old Mo, seemed not to hear.

He remained focused on rolling the cigarette in his hand.

Rough fingers press the tobacco leaves firmly, then carefully lick the edge of the paper to moisten it before gluing it together.

"There are rumors going around that they might not come to Coldbone Fjord at all."

The recruit, receiving no response, continued talking to himself, his tone tinged with disappointment and a hint of resentment at being deceived.

"Their claim of providing support here is just a smokescreen, a cover for where they really want to go. Or perhaps Captain Fang simply thinks our location is too far back and our contributions aren't significant enough, so he doesn't think much of us."

He paused, his voice lowering slightly, tinged with a bitter self-deprecation: "That's true. How prestigious is Dawn City? It's built right on the doorstep of the Ghost King's lair. Captain Fang cleaved the Arctic sky with a single stroke, and his men are all elites. I've heard their treatment is incredibly good. Why would they really look down on our wretched fjord that we poor folks are guarding?"

Old Mo finally finished rolling the cigarette.

He cupped his hands to shield himself from the raging wind and snow.

There is a small clump in the palm of your hand, caused by the high temperature of the blood and qi condensing.

He carefully brought the cigarette closer and lit it.

Take a deep breath.

The pungent smoke filled my lungs, bringing a brief burning sensation.

He slowly exhaled a cloud of murky smoke.

It was left to be torn apart and swept away by the gale in an instant.

"No hurries."

Old Mo finally spoke, his voice dry and hoarse.

What's meant to come will come. What's not meant to come, there's no use in hoping for it.

His tone was flat and indifferent.

He showed no emotion whatsoever.

The recruit opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.

Yeah, what's the use of being anxious?

In this godforsaken place, being alive to see tomorrow's snowstorm is already an immense stroke of luck.

He adjusted the focus.

His gaze swept aimlessly across the wasteland dominated by wind and snow.

suddenly
His body stiffened abruptly.

The hand holding the binoculars trembled violently.

At the edge of the field of vision, deep within that swirling gray-white snow mist, near the bend of the ice cliff.
Something seems to be moving?!

"Old Mo! Old Mo!!"

The recruit's voice suddenly rose, his tone quite excited.

He abruptly put down his binoculars, grabbed the arm of the veteran next to him, and shook him violently.

"Look, people are coming!! So many people!! A huge, dark mass!! Over there! Around the corner of the ice cliff!!"

His voice sounded so shrill in the gale.

Old Mo was so startled by the sudden violent movement and scream that he almost dropped his cigarette.

He frowned.

The tranquility in his eyes was broken by a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.

He slowly turned his head, his cloudy eyes glancing at the recruit who was so excited he was about to jump up.

Then, following the direction of his trembling fingers.

I glanced casually at the still chaotic snow and wind.

"Why panic?"

Old Mo's voice remained flat, tinged with numbness.

"What tricks is that brat up to now? Or did some unlucky supply team from the Federation get lost and run into trouble?"

He cupped his hands to protect the embers of the cigarette, preparing to take another puff.

He seemed completely indifferent to the many people the new recruits were talking about.

"No, it's not a ghost, nor is it lost."

The recruit was so anxious he was almost in tears. He spoke incoherently, pointing forcefully in that direction, as if afraid the veteran had missed something. "It's the army, the human army!! That flag. That color!!"

He took a deep breath and roared with all his might, his voice piercing through the howling wind and snow:
"It's dawn!! It's the army of dawn!!!"

"Dawn Break?!"

The roar made Lao Mo stop moving involuntarily.

His sitting posture remained unchanged.

But his right hand, which was holding the cigarette, suddenly clenched its five fingers.

The cigarette, which had just been lit, was instantly crushed.

"you sure?!"

For the first time, Lao Mo's voice lost its indifferent calm.

"Absolutely true!" the new recruit declared resolutely, raising his binoculars again to confirm, his voice trembling with almost tearful elation.

"Deep blue banners, with stars and swords on them, the emblem of dawn!! So many people! As far as the eye can see!! They've really come!"

This message originated from this simple observation post.

It swept through all the exhausted defenses in an instant.

The desolate ice field was instantly ignited.

……

Hangu Fjord Command Center.

The enormous ice cave was widened and reinforced by human intervention.

The interior was brightly lit.

The tactical sand table almost occupies the entire central area.

On the sand table, the blue markers representing the Coldbone Fjord defense line were squeezed together by a dense array of scarlet arrows, making them appear precarious.

Ji Wuyai was wearing a dark gold general's armor that was badly worn.

His white hair was neatly tied back.

He stood in front of the sand table, his wrinkled face etched with exhaustion.

Fingers tapped unconsciously on the cold edge of the sand table.

It made a dull, rattling sound.

The staff officers around him all looked serious, exchanging intelligence in hushed tones.

Anxiety and oppression filled the air.

"General, the third outpost in the western section is in dire need of support! The garrison has suffered more than half its casualties and is requesting emergency reinforcements. At least two full-strength Tier 2 squads are needed to stabilize the position."

"The patrol team below the eastern ice cliff lost contact more than four hours ago; their last communication reported encountering a small group of high-level predators."

"The supply list from the rear cities has been verified, but some antifreeze shortages remain as high as 30%. The engineering department reports that drilling of the No. 3 deep water well has encountered a layer of solid ice and rock, severely delaying progress."

Bad news is like a cold wind on an ice field.

One after another, without stopping.

Ji Wuyai's brows furrowed more and more, and his fingers tapping the edge of the sand table grew heavier and heavier.

Dawn Dawn
The name kept lingering in his mind.

The scheduled time has long since passed.

But there was no news from them.

Other battlefields along the ring road have begun to tentatively advance outwards.

They attempted to break through the blockade of the Fate Demon.

Establish new support points.

Only in his fjord of bone cold was the core reinforcements delayed.

With limited manpower, they could only struggle to hold on.

They could only watch helplessly as other battlefields took action, while they themselves were unable to move.

Immense pressure and a stifling sense of abandonment.

It weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone in the command center.

The federal authorities did make inquiries, but the response was always that the Dawn Force's whereabouts were highly confidential and under the full command of Captain Fang Qingyu.

This feeling of being completely out of control.

This caused a strong sense of unease among officers who were accustomed to the command system.

The main force of this Dawn Breakers almost all came from that lawless, unjust city.

He only recognizes Fang Qingyu.

On their side of Coldbone Fjord, they seemed hesitant even when asking about the exact location and plans.

They were terrified of offending the powerful and influential Fang Shen.

"General," a trusted advisor said cautiously, noticing Ji Wuyai's increasingly grim expression, "should we send another urgent telegram to the Great Wall Command to inquire about Dawn's movements? Or should we adjust our deployment, abandon some outer outposts, consolidate our defenses, and wait?"

"Wait?!" Ji Wuyai abruptly interrupted him. "Contract? Give up? And then what? Watch the Ghost of Fate slowly tighten the noose around our necks?!"

His bloodshot old eyes swept over the precarious blue defense line on the sand table.

He then slowly swept his gaze across every face in the command center, each one equally etched with worry and exhaustion.

"I have guarded the Frozen Bone Fjord for forty-seven years! I have seen more desperate situations than you have eaten salt!"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"When dawn breaks, it's like sending charcoal in the snow! If it doesn't, then it's as if the heavens are forfeiting my Cold Bone Fjord!"

He slammed his fist heavily on the edge of the sand table, causing the small flags on it to tremble.

"Send orders to all units! If there are no reinforcements, then bite them with your teeth! Fill the gap with your lives! As long as there is one person still breathing through this gate of Cold Bone Fjord, we must not let it slip through my fingers. Even if I die, I will take my own life with me, so that the brothers behind us can have a better chance of winning!"

"This battle is not for glory, nor for survival!" Ji Wuyai's voice boomed like a bell, echoing throughout the ice cave.

"Just so I can die on the front lines of humanity's counterattack! Understand?!"

"Yes, General!" All the officers in the command post straightened their backs abruptly and roared in unison, their last trace of hesitation in their eyes completely ignited.

Atonement!

These two words were deeply engraved in Ji Wuyai's mind.

Past sins cannot be washed away.

Only with blood and fire, with this broken body, can we succeed.

On this battlefield where humanity's survival hangs in the balance, let us burn out our last bit of value.

But just then
A shout filled with ecstatic joy suddenly came from the entrance of the passage.

The messenger's face was a mixture of ice crystals and an excited blush.

He was breathing heavily, pointing outside, his voice trembling violently with extreme excitement, even bordering on a sob:
"Here they come, General! They're here!! Dawn!! Dawn's army has arrived at the fjord entrance!"

The entire command post fell into a deathly silence.

Ji Wuyai's burly body trembled violently.

Those bloodshot, weary old eyes.

It burst forth with an incredible light.

He genuinely believed that Fang Qingyu wouldn't come because of his past transgressions.
But unexpectedly
He stared intently at the excited, incoherent messenger.

It was as if he wanted to confirm whether he was hallucinating.

One second. Two seconds
"it is good!!!"

A roar suddenly burst forth from Ji Wuyai's chest.

His wrinkled face was instantly filled with ecstasy and the excitement of having been relieved of an immense burden.

"Quickly!!" He turned around abruptly and shouted at the staff officers who were also caught in a state of great surprise and bewilderment.

His voice boomed as if he'd grown twenty years younger: "Notify all the brothers who can still move, open the floodgates and line up to welcome the brothers at dawn!!!"

……

Entrance to the fjord.

Before that narrow passage naturally formed by huge ice rocks.

The temporarily cleared open space.

The place was packed with people.

Ji Wuyai stood at the very front.

Behind him were all the mid- to high-ranking officers in Han Gu Fjord who were still able to leave their posts.

They struggled to straighten their weary bodies and straighten their armor, which was covered in gunpowder and frost.

His face was filled with barely suppressed excitement and curiosity.

The wind and snow seemed to have taken aback and subsided a bit.

Under the spotlight of countless eyes, the deep blue torrent finally flowed clearly into the fjord.

There were no thunderous war drums, no clamorous shouts.

There was only one heavy, orderly sound of footsteps, like muffled thunder rolling.

Thirty thousand Dawn Warriors!

All of them wore dark blue combat uniforms.

They marched on in silence.

The ranks were so orderly that they looked as if they had been measured with a ruler, and their footsteps pounded on the frozen ground.

It emitted a dull, uniform roar.

Stern! Fierce! Refined!

An oppressive aura of battle-hardened iron will swept over us like a tangible tsunami.

This is the dawn.

These are Fang Qingyu's soldiers.

This is the source of the confidence that allows the towering structure at the gates of the Ghost's lair to proclaim the name of dawn to the entire Arctic.

They had heard about Dawn City's astonishing welfare policies.

I've heard of those moving memorials for fallen heroes, the guarantees for their families, and the allocation of housing.
But they had already branded themselves onto the scarred defense line of Han Gu Fjord.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

At this moment, I watch this powerful army, representing hope and the future, march past.

That feeling of envy silently welled up in everyone's heart.

"Old Zhang! Haha, still alive?!"

"Li the Cripple, hasn't your leg been eaten away by the ghost yet?"

Suddenly, a few rough greetings, tinged with playfulness and the joy of a long-awaited reunion, rang out from the dawning procession.

Several Dawn Warriors, exuding fierce aura, walked at the edge of the group.

He waved vigorously at several familiar faces in the Frostbone Fjord queue.

His face wore an undisguised smile.

The veterans from the Fjord of Cold Bone were taken aback when they were named.

A genuine smile immediately spread across his face, and he responded with a playful chuckle.

"Get lost! Even if you die, I won't!"

"Bullshit! This is a newly replaced leg, it's harder than your third leg."

A few simple greetings.

The distance between them closed instantly.

Many of these Dawn Warriors were originally volunteers from the other side of the Great Wall.

I already knew the veterans of Hangu Fjord.

They even fought side by side.

We meet again at the starting point of this counterattack.

That camaraderie needs no further explanation.

Ji Wuyai watched this heartwarming scene.

A relieved smile appeared on his serious face.

He waited no longer, and led the officers behind him, striding towards the core area of the Dawn Army.

There, several figures were stepping out from the crowd.

The one leading them was Fang Qingyu.

He was still wearing the same combat suit covered in star-like crystals, his posture upright like a pine tree.

His face was calm, and his starry eyes were deep, as if they contained a swirling galaxy.

Simply standing there quietly, it naturally became the center of the entire world.

It exudes a majestic and awe-inspiring aura.

Beside him, on his left, stood Wei Banmeng, a figure as aloof as frost, carrying the Xuan Chi twin swords on his back.

Jiang Wei, with fiery red hair on the right.

Following them were Chu Kuanglan, Lu Jiuyuan, and other third-tier members.

As for Team Leader Lin, and Haozi and the other second-tier players...

That means leading people within the team.

"Captain Fang, my fellow Dawn brothers! You've had a tough journey through wind and snow!"

Ji Wuyai stepped forward and solemnly clasped his hands in a salute.

His voice was loud and clear, and his posture was extremely humble.

They even implicitly regarded Fang Qingyu as the leader.

The officers behind him also saluted solemnly.

"General Ji, everyone, I've kept you waiting."

Fang Qingyu nodded slightly in return, his voice calm and even.

Ji Wuyai showed no intention of asking why Dawn had arrived so late.

He simply turned sideways to lead the way.

"This isn't the place to talk outside. Let's go inside the command post."

"it is good."

Fang Qingyu did not refuse and followed.

The group quickly passed through the soldiers standing on both sides and entered the ice cave command post.

In front of a huge tactical sand table.

Everyone took their seats.

Ji Wuyai did not walk to the main seat, but naturally stood on one side of the sand table.

The central position was left to Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu did not stand on ceremony and sat down directly in the main seat next to the sand table.

Wei Banmeng and Jiang Wei sat on the left and right respectively, and the others took their seats in turn.

Ji Wuyai sat to Fang Qingyu's left.

"Captain Fang, everyone." Ji Wuyai got straight to the point, his expression extremely serious.

"I won't waste any more pleasantries. Currently, the other main battlefields along the ring road, after receiving some reinforcements from the rear, have begun to attempt small-scale exploratory advances yesterday, trying to break through the blockade of the Ghost of Fate and establish new forward support points."

He pointed to several other key nodes on the sand table that represented the loop.

"As for us in Hangu Fjord, we are now just waiting for Captain Fang's men to arrive. Now the prelude to the counter-offensive along the ring road can officially begin! All my soldiers are ready to strike at any time and clear the way for the main force."

This statement demonstrates an extremely humble attitude.

This clearly demonstrates their intention to completely relinquish command.

Inside the command post, all the officers of Coldbone Fjord held their breath.

Their gazes were fixed on Fang Qingyu's face.

They awaited his order to launch a counterattack.

However, Fang Qingyu did not immediately respond to Ji Wuyai's request to fight.

His gaze swept across the jagged enemy and friendly forces on the sand table.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a soft, rhythmic sound.

After a moment, he raised his eyes and looked at Ji Wuyai, his voice still calm:
"General Ji, before we discuss the counterattack, there is something I need to explain."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the vast ice plain on the sand table that connected the Great Wall to the Frozen Bone Fjord.

"We arrived several days later than scheduled, not intentionally."

"During these few days of delay, my Dawn Vanguard has not been idle."

Fang Qingyu's finger pointed to the area between the Great Wall and the Han Gu Fjord on the sand table.

It slowly traced an arc.

"We have cleared all obstacles in our way."

"all?"

Ji Wuyai's pupils suddenly contracted!
The officers behind him gasped in shock.

"Captain Fang means that the Black Nest on the edge of the Soul-Devouring Mist Zone, the stronghold of the Cave Lord deep in the Silent Ice Plains, and all the hidden sentries scattered throughout the ice fissure zone have been eliminated?!"

An intelligence officer asked in a trembling voice.

That area is a vital passage connecting the rear of the Great Wall with the front line of Hangu Fjord.

But it is also a death corridor meticulously arranged by the Ghost of Fate.

Dozens of ghost strongholds of varying sizes are hidden deep within.

They took advantage of the complex and treacherous icefield terrain to hide in various places.

This means that if the federal authorities want to come over safely, they have to take a detour, wasting a lot of time.

The federal government has considered eliminating these outposts.

But each attempt came at a heavy cost and yielded little result.

Those strongholds were located in extremely cunning and hidden positions, making them easy to defend and difficult to attack.

At the slightest disturbance, they would disperse and disappear into the depths of the vast ice plains.

They will launch a counterattack after the federal troops have exhausted themselves and withdrawn.

Clearing them out is like using your fist to scatter the poisonous thorns scattered in a thicket of brambles.

It's a thankless task, and you might even end up with your hands covered in blood from being pricked.

Over time, this area became the biggest nightmare for federal logistics and reinforcements.

And now.
Fang Qingyu's casual remark cleared away all obstacles.

Its implied meaning is not as bland as its tone suggests.

This means that this once-dreaded corridor, which forced countless people to take detours, is now a deadly passageway.

From this moment on, it will become a relatively safe and unobstructed lifeline.

Reinforcements and supplies from behind the Great Wall will be able to be delivered to the front lines of Hangu Fjord at the fastest speed and with the least loss.

This not only solves the concerns of Hangu Fjord.

It also provided tremendous support for the entire counter-offensive plan of the ring battlefield.

"They've definitely all been cleared out."

Chu Kuanglan chimed in from the side in a muffled voice.

His face showed a hint of self-righteousness.

"A bunch of scum hiding in a rat hole were all cleaned up after a bit of work. Now the road from the Great Wall to here is very smooth."

The core members of Dawn all wore calm expressions.

It seemed like just a trivial thing.

"hiss"

A collective gasp filled the command post.

The way all the officers looked at Fang Qingyu and the Dawn Clan had completely changed.

The cancer that had plagued the federal government for years was eradicated in just a few days.

It was uprooted with lightning speed.

What terrifying strength and efficiency!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Ji Wuyai exclaimed "Good!" three times in a row, his beard trembling slightly with excitement.

He suddenly stood up, clasped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Fang Qingyu, and bowed deeply.

Was about to speak.

However, Fang Qingyu interrupted him.

His voice remained calm: "We don't have much time left."

Their gaze returned to the sand table.

"Let's skip these formalities and get straight to the point."

"it is good!"

Ji Wuyai wasn't angry that he lost face a little.

Instead, he perked up and immediately regained his composure.

He sat back down, his expression becoming extremely serious.

He pointed to the blue area on the sand table that represented the Coldbone Fjord defense line, and said clearly and quickly:
"Captain Fang, our army currently has a total of 38,732 combat-ready soldiers, including the lightly wounded."

"Among them, there were more than 30,400 martial artists and more than 8,300 followers of the God Cult."

"Ten thousand one thousand one hundred and fifty second-tier transcendent beings."

"There are still more than 120 people with combat strength of level three or above, including myself. However, three of them are still injured and their combat strength has been reduced."

Then, his finger moved to the scarlet part on the sand table that represented the area controlled by the Fate Demon.

"Based on the latest intelligence from our scouts and comprehensive analysis of high-altitude reconnaissance, the following preliminary findings confirm the presence of the Ghost Force blocking our advance."

His fingers pressed heavily on several key points in the scarlet area.

"The existence of the Ghost King's bloodline has been confirmed, with at least 8 members, whose abilities and approximate activity ranges have been marked."

"There are at least six large Abyss-level Life Ghosts, scattered across several large nests."

"The assembled army of ghosts is estimated to be no less than 200,000. This is only the force that has been observed so far, forming a cluster. Scattered soldiers and lurking infiltrators have not yet been included."

Each number is announced.

The expressions of the crowd became more serious.

An army of 200,000 ghosts.

Eight royal figures, six abyssal skeletons.

This is merely the force directly impacting Coldbone Fjord.

It stands in the way of the counterattack.

“These,” Ji Wuyai’s voice was heavy, “are the basic forces we can confirm at the moment. Deep in the Ice Plains, towards the Bone King’s Court, there must be even more forces being mobilized and gathered. Once we begin a large-scale advance, the resistance we encounter will only be greater.”

A brief silence fell over the sand table.

The officers in Coldbone Fjord all wore solemn expressions.

Although Dawn brought 30,000 elite troops, together with their 38,000, the total force was close to 70,000.

But they were faced with an army of at least 200,000 ghosts.

And those terrifying royal families and Abyss-level beings.

The pressure remains immense and suffocating.

Fang Qingyu stared silently at the sand table.

His gaze did not linger on the crimson expanse directly in front of Frostbone Fjord, but slowly moved upwards.

We crossed those undulating ice hills and deep crevasses.

They passed several large lairs of the Fate Demons marked by Ji Wuyai.
finally.
Fang Qingyu slowly raised his fingers.

They crossed the markers that represented the front line of the ring battlefield.

We passed over the scarlet spots that represented the secondary lair of the Fates.

We crossed a vast area marked as high-risk and unknown.

Finally, it landed steadily on the most central spot on the sand table, the spot marked by a skull.

The Royal Court of Bones.

The straight-line distance to the Hangu Fjord defense line is more than 300 kilometers.

"My goal."

Fang Qingyu's voice was as calm as if he were stating a given fact.

The words echoed clearly in the deathly silent command post.

"It's pushed here."

After a short silence.

The command center erupted into chaos.

"The Court of Bones?!"

"Captain Fang! Isn't this a bit too radical?!"

"Three hundred kilometers! The entire route is a formidable barrier heavily guarded by the Deadly Ghosts! This is almost impossible to complete!"

"Yes, Captain Fang! If we advance too quickly or too deep, we'll become an isolated force! Our flanks and rear will be completely exposed! If the other fronts don't advance fast enough, we'll be surrounded by the Ghosts! The consequences will be unimaginable!"

"To be on the safe side, should we first coordinate with other battlefields, advance steadily and gradually erode the outer strongholds, and then proceed once the entire ring road has advanced to a certain extent?"

An experienced, gray-haired senior staff officer couldn't help but stand up.

His face was filled with worry and opposition.

It attempts to illustrate the importance of proceeding step by step.

Fang Qingyu calmly turned his gaze to him.

That gaze wasn't sharp, but it made the old staff officer's next words catch in his throat.

"We arrived here at dawn." Fang Qingyu's voice remained calm, each word striking a clear chord in everyone's hearts. "We came here to fight this war, to fight for the survival of humanity."

He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over every face in the command post—faces that were either shocked, puzzled, or worried.

"...rather than for the sake of some gradual and safe approach."

"This"

The old staff officer's face flushed red, and he wanted to argue further.

However, Fang Qingyu ignored him.

Instead, he stood up and walked straight out of the command post.

He's not really good at giving advice.

Therefore, after stating your purpose, how do you get them to agree willingly?

Let Banmeng and the others handle it.

The people in the command post could only stare blankly as Fang Qingyu left, and no one dared to say a word.

For a while.

The command center fell silent again.

The silence was broken when a cool voice rang out, carrying a hint of barely perceptible laughter.

Wei Banmeng slowly stood up and walked to the sand table.

Her exquisitely beautiful face exuded composure and confidence.

His gaze swept over the still doubtful officers of the Fjord.

"Actually, you don't need to worry. Before we came, we had already done an assessment of the power of the spirits along the way."

"With our people, plus yours, we could actually push the main force to the gates of the Bone King's Court with almost zero casualties."

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the high-ranking officials from the surrounding Coldbone Fjord brightened again.
Actually, they weren't afraid. As officers who had been stationed on the front lines for decades, how could they be afraid of fighting?
What they are afraid of is...
Their reckless advance resulted in heavy losses for the troops.

Their recklessness jeopardized victories on other battlefields.
Having been stationed along the ring road for so many years, caution and conservatism have long been ingrained in their very being.

Only in this way could the ring-line battlefield be defended for so many years.

But they seem to have forgotten.
Humans are now the ones on the offensive.

The cautious approach of the past is still applicable to the current battlefield.

But sometimes.

Some changes definitely need to be made.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Wei Banmeng gently tapped his finger on the path connecting the Great Wall and the Frozen Bone Fjord on the sand table.

At this moment, the scarlet marker on that path represents the stronghold of the Fate Demon.

They were picked up one by one by Wei Banmeng.

"First, we just cleared out all the Ghostly strongholds along this road. What does that mean?"

Her voice was clear and strong.

"This means that the support channel from the rear of the Great Wall to the front line of Hangu Fjord has been completely opened. Supplies and reinforcements will be delivered to us at a speed far exceeding that of other ring battlefields. Our logistics supply line is the shortest, fastest, and safest in the ring battlefield, without exception."

"This means that even if we suffer losses during the advance, we can be replenished in the shortest possible time! Our sustained combat capability far surpasses that of other battlefields!"

Then, her finger moved to the dark blue arrow on the sand table that represented the Dawn Army.

"Secondly, what are these 30,000 people we brought?"

"They are all elite Tier 2 soldiers. We at Dawn have conducted a combat strength assessment on every single member of our troops. I can tell you with certainty that all of them are capable of easily defeating a Fate Ghost of the same rank in one-on-one combat. I believe you all understand what this means."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions began to waver.

It can easily defeat opponents of the same level.

This means that once they cooperate, even if the number of ghosts is several times theirs, they can still fight.

This can be easily resolved under normal circumstances.

Finally, Wei Banmeng pointed to the menacing skull symbol on the sand table that represented the Bone Royal Court.

"The third and most critical point is."

"Captain Fang's choice of the entrance to the Bone King's Court as a target was by no means unfounded. According to the intelligence we have, the core forces of the Bone King's Court are currently in a state of retreat and observation due to the issue of the royal race. Their main army has not taken the initiative to attack, but has instead contracted its defenses, seemingly waiting for something."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us."

Her gaze, like a torch, swept over the crowd.

"Strike while the iron is hot! Before they complete their internal adjustments and launch a full-scale attack, we will use overwhelming force to push our troops directly to the doorstep of their stronghold, where we will establish the deepest, most forward, and most stable strategic foothold."

"Once this foothold is established, it can threaten the core of the Bone Kingdom at any time, preventing it from fully supporting other ring battlefields. In retreat, it can serve as the forward fortress for the ring counterattack, radiating control over a large area. Its strategic value far surpasses that of eliminating ten or twenty insignificant outposts on the periphery."

"As for your concerns about going too far into enemy territory and exposing your flanks..."

A confident smile curved at the corners of Wei Banmeng's lips.

"As long as we break through quickly enough and establish strongholds, our flanks will be filled by reinforcements arriving from the rear and other brother units advancing rapidly from other ring battlefields."

"And our very existence is the greatest support and coordination for other battlefields!"

"As for the risks?" Wei Banmeng surveyed the room, his voice resolute. "What war doesn't involve risks?! But behind these risks lies enormous potential to influence the entire Arctic war, a crucial step towards maximizing the chances of victory for humanity! This risk is worth taking, and must be taken!"

"This"

Wei Banmeng presented his arguments clearly and presented detailed data.

A strategically insightful analysis is like clearing away the clouds to reveal the sun.

It instantly dispelled most of the doubts in the command center.

The officers in Coldbone Fjord looked at each other in bewilderment.

The worry on his face was gradually replaced by a trace of guilt.

Yes
Their edges have been worn down by years of passive defense.

They are used to being cautious and conservative.

But they almost forgot that now is the time for the human race to launch a counterattack.

The dawn brought not only a powerful military force, but also a completely new operational mindset that was aggressive and strategically bold.

A cleared logistical line, elite troops, and anomalies at the enemy's core.
All of this points to a seemingly radical target that actually contains a huge fighting opportunity.

At the entrance to the Royal Court of Bones.

"well said!!"

A loud, booming shout suddenly rang out.

Ji Wuyai suddenly stood up.

There was no longer a trace of hesitation on his wrinkled face.

Those weathered old eyes were now fixed on the menacing skull symbol on the sand table.

“Everyone!!”

Ji Wuyai's voice echoed loudly within the ice cave.

"Captain Wei's analysis is very insightful. We've been bogged down in the responsibility of defending our territory for too long, and we've almost forgotten what it means to be proactive and what it means to attack!!!"

He slammed his hand on the edge of the sand table, causing the small flags on it to jump up!
"Captain Fang's thinking is correct! Absolutely correct!"

"These years, we've been hiding in our shells like turtles, being suppressed and beaten by fate. It's time to end them!"

"Right now, we have the fastest supply line and the sharpest blade, and the enemy's home is in complete chaos!"

"We have the right timing, the right location, and the right people."

"Don't gamble now."

"Are we supposed to fight in our coffins after we've died?!"

He surveyed all the officers in the command post, his gaze intense.

"Pass on my orders."

"From this moment forward, all soldiers of the Coldbone Fjord are to be incorporated into the Dawn Legion's combat order and obey the commands of Captain Fang Qingyu!"

"There's only one objective: Kill!!!"

"Follow Captain Fang, fight our way through three hundred miles of icy plains, and plant our battle flag at the gates of the Bone King's Court!"

"For the Federation, for the entire human race, let's build a bridgehead planted in the heart of the Demon of Fate!!"

"This battle! There is no retreat! There is no survival!!"

"kill--!!!"

The frenzied battle cries instantly engulfed the entire command post.

It also ignited the passion of all the officers in the Fjord of Cold Bones.

Cautious? Conservative?
Fuck it
Follow Fang Qingyu! Follow Dawn!

Kill him and turn everything upside down!

……

at the same time.

Inside the Great Wall in the Arctic.

Inside that familiar office.

Hong Qitian hummed a tuneless little tune as he slowly tidied up the scattered documents on the table.

I carefully placed several ancient books with severely worn covers into a specially made metal box.

He then picked up the purple clay teacup that had been with him for decades.

He carefully wiped them with a soft cloth, as if preparing to take them with him.

The leaden clouds outside the window still hung low, but the old man's face carried a rare ease.

There was even a hint of relief and contentment.

It felt as if a tremendous burden had finally been lifted from my shoulders.

at this time.

On the old leather sofa near the fireplace in the office.

The air rippled very slightly, like water.

A figure appeared out of thin air without warning.

The man looked to be in his forties, with an ordinary face, and was wearing a set of faded clothes, as if he had just come back from working in the fields.

He was Hong Qitian's son.

Don't focus on the current state of this strongest being in the human world.

It doesn't seem like a good idea.

He slumped onto the sofa, his chest heaving violently.

Breathing heavily.

Hong Qitian's movement of wiping the teacup suddenly froze.

That relaxed and carefree expression froze on his face.

He turned around slowly.

She rolled her eyes at Hong Qitian, laughing and scolding him in an annoyed tone.

You bastard!

"Why is it so quiet?! Are you trying to scare me to death?!"

However, this time.