Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2232 - 682: Final Battle Countdown [8]_3

While savoring the delicious rum and enjoying the fragrant tobacco leaf cigars, the staff in the war laboratory couldn’t stray far from their profession, quickly shifting the topic to the movements of the Demon Clan’s main army.

Even though Richard’s staff headquarters had full control of the enemy’s every move, they still couldn’t fathom the strategic intent of the Demon Clan, creating tremendous pressure for everyone. To be honest, the military technology used by Richard today is beyond the imagination of other Aegean Kingdoms. Putting all else aside, just the thousands of "Saruman Wizard’s Eyes" have saved countless scouts’ lives to obtain instant intelligence. This magical equipment, which Richard himself dubbed "reconnaissance satellite," made from the eyes of super-level warcraft, is the ultimate tool that military staff could dream of! With so many convenient conditions, it’s simply unacceptable to lose to the opponent in strategy and response!

"General, do you think the Demon Clan might cross the Sanggan River with the Sea Clan’s help?" One of the Fawkes staff scratched his elf-like pointed ears, waved to scatter the smoke in front of him, and timidly asked the chief of staff: "I’ve heard the Sea Clan can use coral worms to create reefs... the Sea and Demon Clans are military allies..."

"But coral worms need to eat stones to create reefs, and the stones on the Donau Wasteland are probably rarer than trees in the desert; wouldn’t the coral worms starve here?" Before General Rohan. Pinto could respond, someone quickly overturned this hypothesis.

"Look at what you’re saying, doesn’t the Demon Clan have countless storage crystals?" The rabbit commander was dismissive of his colleague’s retort: "The vacuum space might suffocate people, but stones shouldn’t be a problem, right?"

"What you said might not be a bad idea." The chief of staff hesitated, shook his head, and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp: "But trying to build a giant coral island reef connecting both sides of the Sanggan River isn’t something that can be accomplished in one or two months. I estimate the Demon Clan can’t wait that long!"

"Regardless of the opponent’s intentions, we must not let the Demon Clan succeed in crossing the river!" General Pinto thought for a moment and continued: "The Demon Clan is an infantry army, not like the clueless Sea Clan without research on terrestrial siege techniques. His Grace once told me, this gang of robbers has an extremely ’modernized’ military structure! When Aegean’s army expeditions abroad, logistics supply is the most worrying; look how many civilians we mobilized last year to support logistics against the Mulanese people? And now look at the Demon Clan; damn it, they’ve already developed a ’vacuum storage equipment + magic teleportation array’ real-time support system, whether waging war thousands of miles away or nearby, it’s as convenient as fighting in their backyard! Thinking about such opponents gives me chills."

"Ah..." All the staff suddenly felt a bit disheartened. Since ancient times, all wars have been fought over logistics. In history, many of Richard’s renowned generals have boasted that as long as logistics are strong, any land within bow and arrow range would be Kingdom Richard’s territory.

Richard’s "Seven-degree Gold Rings + magic teleportation array" is uniquely outstanding in the Aegean Continent, even though in early battles our troops were vastly outnumbered by Hai Mu’s coalition, at least Richard’s logistics system is more ’modernized’ than the Sea Clan’s. War is a system project that expands from point to area; the stronger the foundation, the closer to victory. Richard’s outstanding and efficient logistics system is at least half the reason for winning the naval campaign. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

But everything collapsed once the Demon Clan arrived.

The equally ’modernized’ Demon army, with a population base and comprehensive national strength far exceeding Richard’s, faces no logistics bottleneck issues that might plague the Sea Clan! How will future battles be fought?

"General, why did His Grace purposely provoke the Demon and Sea Clans this time?" One of the Fawkes staff, puffing deep smoke, hesitantly asked: "Perhaps I shouldn’t say this, but His Grace’s decision seems a bit risky. After all, holding a high-level battle, we don’t have the assurance of victory..."

"It’s said that ’those who walk barefoot fear not those with shoes,’ compared to the powerful ’Sea Demon Alliance,’ the military alliance formed by Aegean nations is like a group of Barefoot Immortals driven to the edge of a cliff." The chief of staff sighed and smiled at his fellow junior of the same race: "Therefore, we have more reason to fight for a chance like a fish in a net, a desperate struggle."

"The Giant Dragons and Phoenixes aren’t easy to gather, and there’s no better opportunity for a decisive battle than now!"

"Moreover... the grand unification of Aegean’s high-end forces requires extensive pre-preparation and careful coordination, His Grace has been busy with this for a long time, can’t casually find an excuse to quickly unite all Aegean experts as a fist."

"A high-level decisive battle isn’t a regular troop group battle. More numbers don’t equate to victory, nor does fewer mean inevitable defeat. Once it truly begins, winning would naturally be wonderful; but should failure occur, it leads to an irredeemable end — such is the case for anyone involved. To be honest, I feel this might be our Aegean alliance’s only method to win the World War!"

Having drunk some wine, the staff gained some courage, eagerly expressing their thoughts, including some pessimistic reflections and reckless remarks unfit for the occasion under the influence.

"His Grace’s consideration is too idealistic! Even if it’s a bold gamble, the ’Sea Demon Alliance’ has to be unable to withstand the provocation and dare to fight our Aegean race on the Holy Mountain!"

"You’re right; the Sea and Demon Clan high command aren’t fools. Facing a bold, high-risk confrontation of ’death-defying and phoenix rising,’ it’s impractical from both their strategic and tactical perspectives! If I were the king of the Sea and Demon Clans, I’d take advantage of the vacuum created during the ceremony gathering Aegean high-end strength and march heavily to attack the Forgotten Valley front and Richard’s Kingdom!"

"You fool! If the Sea and Demon Clans don’t dare to engage, won’t they lose face and pride entirely? Which Lich King or Sea Emperor can tolerate such humiliation? Why don’t you consider, in previous divine and sea-land wars, any one of them nearly turned Aegean into ruins! If you became the Lich King and Sea Emperor, not getting backstabbed would be surprising!"

"Look at the garbage coming out of your mouths!" General Rohan. Pinto slammed his face down and berated: "Since when does His Grace’s decision need you to worry? The Sea and Demon Clans seizing their chance? Let them try! Do Aegean’s experts need ten thousand years using magic teleportation array and meticulous coordination, scheduling, to return from Mount Hyjal to the frontline? After just two cups of yellow broth, you can’t keep your mouth shut? Get out! Go back to work!"

"General... My God... General... it’s terrible..." A wolfman commander stationed in front of the magic crystal ball to monitor the enemy’s movements in Donau Wasteland through the ’Saruman Wizard’s Eye,’ pale-faced, stumbled while shouting madly, rushed in front of the chief of staff, trembling, handing over a newly printed high-altitude reconnaissance map.

With just one glance at the map, Fawkes, the chief of staff, fainted on the spot.

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