Douluo Dragon King: I'm creating a golden age behind the scenes!

Western Legion, Conference Room

The atmosphere was as oppressive as the sky before a storm. The huge conference table was made from a single piece of high-quality steel, its surface polished to a mirror-like smoothness, reflecting Dong Zi'an's furious face.

Dong Zi'an sat in the main seat, his gaze sharp as he stared directly at Zhang Zhaoyan standing before him. "I remember you, Zhang Zhaoyan, lieutenant colonel, warehouse supervisor of the logistics department."

His voice was deep and powerful, each word striking Zhang Zhaoyan's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Since enlisting twenty years ago, I've served in the Western Legion, rising step by step from recruit to lieutenant colonel. More than 80% of the veterans in the legion don't have your seniority. Why? Why did you betray us?"

In the end, he could no longer contain his emotions. He slammed his hand on the table, making the teacup vibrate. He roared at the top of his lungs, and the roar echoed in the empty conference room for a long time.

Zhang Zhaoyan stood there straight, his head slightly lowered, not daring to look directly into Dong Zian's angry gaze. His shoulders trembled slightly, his hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.

Upon hearing Dong Zian's question, the scene of his early days in the army involuntarily flashed through his mind.

At that time, filled with passion and longing for the glory of soldiers, he resolutely joined the army; on the training ground, he crawled and sweated; on the battlefield, he charged into battle and fought bloody battles; every injury and every victory made him more determined in his belief as a soldier.

However, on that day, while he was busy organizing supplies in the warehouse, he suddenly received a mysterious phone call.

A cold, threatening voice came from the other end of the phone: "Zhang Zhaoyan, your wife and daughter are in our hands. If you don't want anything to happen to them, do as we say."

The phone call also carried the cries for help from his wife and daughter.

He shouted into the phone in terror, "Who are you? Why are you doing this?"

However, all that came from the other end of the phone was a cold laugh, and then the call was disconnected.

From then on, he was plunged into endless pain and struggle. He struggled with whether or not to report it, but whenever he thought of his wife and daughter's painful cries for help, he finally gave in.

At this moment, upon hearing Dong Zian's question, his pent-up emotions erupted instantly. His shoulders trembled uncontrollably, tears welled up in his eyes, and finally spilled over.

He raised his head, looked at Dong Zi'an with eyes full of guilt, and said in a choked voice, "General, I'm sorry! I'm sorry to you! I'm sorry to my brothers!"

I didn't want to either. My wife and daughter are in their hands. If I don't do what they say, they'll kill them.

His voice grew louder, filled with despair and pleading, "General, it's all my fault! Kill me! I don't deserve to be your soldier anymore, but my wife and daughters are innocent. I hope you can spare them for the sake of all the years I've served under you!"

As he spoke, he knelt down with a thud and kowtowed heavily, leaving a bloody mark on his forehead as he hit the ground.

"Ugh!"

Dong Zian looked at Zhang Zhaoyan, who was kneeling on the ground and weeping bitterly. He seemed to want to say something, but when he got to the end, all that was left was a sigh.

Just then, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open, and a gust of wind carrying the smell of blood rushed in.

The person who entered was Staff Officer Zhang from the Intelligence Department, who still had some bloodstains left from the interrogation. He walked hurriedly to the conference table, first glancing at Zhang Zhaoyan, who was kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down her face, and then giving a standard military salute to Dong Zian, who was sitting in the main seat.

He said to Dong Zian, who was sitting in the main seat, "Commander, we have found out that they are from the Holy Spirit Cult. They not only arrested Zhang Zhaoyan's family members, but also arrested many people to use for their cultivation. They are currently being held in a stronghold in Gray Mang Mountain. Moreover, according to their confession, there are not only thousands of evil soul masters in the stronghold, but also three titled Douluo guarding it."

"The Holy Spirit Cult? Weren't they wiped out long ago? How come they've risen from the ashes again?" Upon hearing this, Staff Officer Liu dropped his pen on the table, his face filled with shock and disbelief in his eyes.

"What?! Three Title Douluos?! How is that possible?"

The meeting room erupted in chatter, with everyone whispering and discussing amongst themselves. Some worried about whether their side could compete with the enemy, some were indignant at the Holy Spirit Church's evil deeds, and others were pondering countermeasures.

Hearing this, Xie Jiayun couldn't help but think: [So it really is the Holy Spirit Cult? But I didn't expect them to start collecting soul-guided cannonballs so early?]

All eyes gradually focused on Dong Zi'an, who had been sitting silently in the main seat. Dong Zi'an sat there, his eyes cold and stern, like a statue forged from steel.

Suddenly, he slammed his hand on the table, the sound echoing like thunder in the conference room.

"I don't care what kind of Holy Spirit Cult they are or what they came from. Since they dare to set their sights on my Western Legion, they only have one fate: death!" Dong Zian's voice was powerful and resonant, filled with unquestionable authority.

He stood up, exuding a powerful aura, and his voice resounded throughout the conference room.

"All troops, listen to my command!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately stood up.

"All soldiers, prepare your gear! Destination: Gray Mang Mountain! Move out!"

With Dong Zian's order, the entire Western Legion camp was mobilized, like a sleeping giant suddenly awakened, and began to operate in an orderly manner.

The aerial reconnaissance troops, equipped with the military's latest flight guidance devices, were the first to take off from the tarmac, followed closely by thousands of mech units.

The soul-guided combat vehicles carried by the rapid mobility troops were like steel behemoths, their tracks grinding against the ground with a dull roar.

The chariot's outer shell is made entirely of forged metal, and its surface is engraved with soul-guided defensive arrays, capable of withstanding attacks from Soul King level opponents.

The commander of the rapid deployment force stood on the command vehicle and constantly communicated with each squad through the communication guidance device to ensure the speed and direction of the march.

Like arrows released from a bow, they sped towards Gray Mang Mountain along their predetermined route.

During the march, the soul-guided cannons on both sides of the tank are always ready to provide fire support. Once they encounter the enemy, they can unleash a barrage of firepower instantly.

The soldiers boarded the troop carriers in an orderly fashion; these massive vehicles resembled mobile fortresses. The interiors were spacious and equipped with soul-guided arrays to ensure the soldiers maintained peak condition during long marches.

Soul-guided battle vehicles and soul-guided artillery turrets were also activated at this time. They were placed on specially made transport platforms and pulled forward by a series of steel behemoths.

The cannon barrels of the Soul Guidance Cannon turret gleamed with an eerie light, as if gathering destructive power.

During the march, the logistics troops constantly checked the equipment and supplies to ensure that every weapon could be used at critical moments.

They all knew that they were a solid support for their comrades at the front and an important guarantee for victory in this battle.

Soon, intelligence from the aerial reconnaissance unit indicated that the terrain around Gray Mang Mountain was complex, with many canyons and caves, which might be hiding the Holy Spirit Cult's secret weapons.

As the troops gradually approached Gray Mang Mountain, a major battle was imminent. The soldiers of the Western Legion surged towards the Holy Spirit Cult's stronghold like an iron torrent, determined to completely eradicate this evil force.