togophonebook Chapter 195 Northern Expedition Plan
Chapter 195 Northern Expedition Plan
Song Chen knew exactly what was going on.
The only function he has confirmed so far of the Source Spirit Crystal he is wearing is to accelerate the recovery process.
The real reason he became stronger wasn't here; it was the killing system.
The more alien beasts he killed, the more rewards the system gave him; every step he took was built upon the corpses of those beasts.
But there's no need to explain that.
The system can't explain it clearly, and no one would believe it even if it did.
Moreover, the teacher misunderstood, and this misunderstanding is actually a good thing.
He bowed his head slightly: "Teacher, you're too kind. I'm still far from being good enough."
Although his words were vague, his tone was frank.
They neither admitted to the misunderstanding nor denied it.
Zhou Wangyue glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions.
"Let's go."
He turned around and gestured for Song Chen to follow.
The wind was strong on the tarmac, making the hem of my coat flutter loudly.
Zhou Wangyue walked ahead, at a slow pace.
Song Chen followed half a step behind, with the seven or eight people behind him automatically forming two lines and following behind, while Han Duo led his guards at the far end.
They walked through the VIP passage, where portraits of the Da Xia calendar councilors, from the first generation to the current one, hung on the walls on both sides.
Zhou Wangyue spoke as he walked.
"The four countries originally planned to send eight Tier 6 units for this northern expedition."
Song Chen turned her head to look at him: "And now?"
Zhou Wangyue kept his eyes fixed ahead, his pace unchanged: "It's definitely over ten."
"With the involvement of the giant whale and the sea dragon, the situation has become complicated, and each of the four countries has been given an additional spot."
"The Great Xia originally planned for three, but now it's at least four."
As they spoke, the group walked to the end of the passage and pushed open the side door.
Outside was a separate parking lot with three military vehicles and a black sedan parked inside.
The driver stood beside the car, his back ramrod straight.
The afternoon sun in Beijing was blazing, making the car body scorching hot.
Zhou Wangyue stopped in front of the car and turned around.
"There are currently thirty-five tiers of the sixth order in all of humanity."
Song Chen mentally reviewed the number: twelve for the Great Xia, plus the other three kingdoms and several smaller alliances, making a total of thirty-five.
It takes decades to train a sixth-tier cultivator, and it takes just as long to replace one who dies in battle.
These thirty-five people are the thirty-five pillars supporting humanity's defense line. If even one pillar is missing, a gap will appear in the corresponding defense line.
"The Great Xia had twelve, and soon there will be thirteen."
Zhou Wangyue continued, his tone still calm, but his eyes were on Song Chen.
It goes without saying who the "thirteen immediately" refers to.
"There weren't many people, only four were dispatched, and it was very difficult."
Song Chen didn't respond to that; he was thinking about something else.
If more than ten sixth-level Grandmasters participate in the expedition, what if something unexpected happens?
The two major royal families of the ocean each sent at least two sixth-tier members. The Sirius King was at the peak of the sixth tier, and the Ice Demon King was at least at the high level of the sixth tier.
If they temporarily join forces on the battlefield, and the ten human grandmasters get trapped and die, what will happen to humanity?
Ten Tier 6 fighters, a third of humanity's top combat strength—he dared not even imagine such a loss.
Looking at his expression, Zhou Wangyue seemed to understand what he was thinking and suddenly smiled.
Before Song Chen could speak, he raised his hand and pressed his palm down, indicating that he didn't need to say anything.
"Don't worry, there's no need to worry about safety."
He opened the car door, gesturing for Song Chen to get in, and then sat down from the other side.
The car door closed, shutting out the sounds of the wind and engine.
Zhou Wangyue leaned back in his seat and turned his head to look at him.
"Nuclear weapons from all countries are ready; the worst outcome is mission failure."
Nuclear bomb.
These two words flashed through Song Chen's mind.
Nuclear bombs have always been the most powerful weapon in human history; one bomb can level a city.
After the psionic era begins, low-yield tactical nuclear bombs can kill fifth-tier beast kings, and high-yield strategic nuclear bombs can kill sixth-tier beast emperors.
Over the past fifty years, humanity has used countless nuclear bombs.
Outside the North Plains Base City, in the wilderness, there remains a nuclear crater from thirty years ago, two kilometers in diameter, with the ground still vitrified. It was used to blast a sixth-tier beast king that almost breached the city walls.
But the psionic age has already been going on for fifty years.
Nuclear weapons are not unlimited; the old nuclear arsenal has shrunk by more than half in the past fifty years.
Building new nuclear bombs takes time and resources, both of which are things that humanity is not rich in.
Although the production line is still running, the output is far from keeping up with the consumption.
Nowadays, every nuclear weapon must be used sparingly and will not be used lightly except in extraordinary circumstances.
But this time it's an Arctic expedition.
The battlefield was on the ice sheet between the Arctic Circle and Greenland, an area of thousands of kilometers with only ice and rocks, no people, no farmland, and no factories.
Using nuclear weapons in this location eliminates the need to worry about any collateral damage.
With ten sixth-tier grandmasters in command, coupled with the strike capability of nuclear weapons, even if unexpected events occur on the battlefield, nuclear weapons can be used to forcefully end the conflict.
The ten Tier 6 soldiers weren't sent to their deaths; they were there to hold the situation under control. The nuclear weapons were their real trump card.
Song Chen mentally processed this logic and leaned back in his seat.
He realized that his earlier worries had overlooked a crucial variable: after getting used to knives and thunder, he had almost forgotten that humanity still held this trump card.
"I see."
Zhou Wangyue hummed in agreement and closed his eyes.
The convoy started and drove out of the airport.
The main road to Beijing has eight lanes in both directions, and the road surface is as smooth as a mirror.
The military vehicle drove on it with almost no bumps, only the soft rustling sound of the tires over the road.
The tall buildings on both sides of the road kept receding into the distance, and on the giant GG screen in the commercial area, recruitment videos and monster warning videos were playing in rotation.
A banner hung on a pedestrian bridge, congratulating the victory in Kitahara and paying tribute to Representative Song Chen.
Song Chen turned her gaze away from the window.
"teacher."
"explain."
"Has the list of people from the four countries been finalized?"
Zhou Wangyue opened his eyes: "Not yet, it will be decided within two days."
"Where's the intelligence?"
"The high-altitude airship has reached 80 degrees north latitude, and the drones have penetrated deep into the Ice Demon's territory."
"The main force of the Sirius Clan has gathered inside the Arctic Circle. The exact number is still unclear, but it is at least over a million."
"The Ice Demon has also amassed at least a million troops in the Greenland interior."
"The numbers are not much different between the two."
"What about the strong ones from the ocean?" Song Chen asked in turn.
"It's still unclear. They should all have Beast Kings overseeing them, and their destination is the same coordinate: the ice shelf where Sirius and the Ice Demon Vanguard are fighting."
Song Chen thought for two seconds.
Just as he was about to speak, the convoy turned onto a side road.
A high wall appeared ahead.
The wall is not high, about ten meters, but the top of the wall is densely covered with monitoring equipment and automatic turrets.
The gate, made of a single piece of steel, was slowly sliding open to both sides.
The sentries standing guard at the gate saluted in unison upon seeing the license plate number.
Behind the door was a huge courtyard.
In the very center is a three-story concrete building with few windows and walls as thick as a bunker.
Scattered around are more than a dozen auxiliary buildings, including warehouses, garages, and communication towers, arranged in an orderly manner.
Dozens of military vehicles and armored personnel carriers were parked in the courtyard. People in different military uniforms walked quickly between the buildings, and everyone's expression was tense.
A Chinese flag stands in the center of the courtyard.
A sign hangs at the entrance of the building, with white lettering on a black background and neat, square characters.
Provisional command post for the Arctic expedition.
The car came to a stop. Zhou Wangyue opened the car door, stood up straight, glanced at the sign, and then turned to look at Song Chen.
"arrive."