Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 426 Propose a concrete battle plan

Faced with the threat from the demons, Long Zhan understood the urgency of the situation and immediately gave the order:

"The entire army is on high alert!"

"Non-combat personnel, immediately retreat back to Earth via the portal!"

"All combat units, enter maximum alert status!"

"yes!"

The communications soldier jumped up, his fingers flying across the control panel.

The alarm sounded instantly throughout the entire fiefdom.

The red emergency lights spun incessantly, and the piercing siren tightened everyone's nerves.

Researchers put down their instruments, construction teams stopped their equipment, and logistics personnel handed over the material lists.

People working in the factory also flocked out.

Everyone moved in unison, quickly heading towards the portal.

There was no panic, no pushing or shoving.

This is the discipline that the people of Daxia honed during the apocalypse.

During this period, nearly 100,000 people have unknowingly come to work and live in the Great Xia territory.

These people need to be evacuated from Terra to minimize losses.

Lin Mo stood in front of the sand table, staring at the dark gold figure on the screen, his mind racing.

Eighth-order demon god.

Eight seventh-order units.

This lineup could flatten the entire fiefdom three times over.

Long Zhan's gaze swept over all the advisors present, and he said:

"Everyone, I need you to come up with a solution within an hour."

"receive!"

After the staff officers stood up, saluted, and answered, they immediately formed a circle and began to whisper among themselves.

Faced with the threat of the demons and imminent doom, the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like it was about to burst into tears.

"We can try a saturation attack with electromagnetic railguns first!" a young officer suggested.

"Concentrate our firepower and take out those seventh-tier enemies first. As for the eighth-tier enemies, we'll figure something out later. Maybe they'll retreat because they can't withstand the losses?"

"I don't think it's feasible," the bespectacled old staff officer shook his head.

"Seventh-tier reaction speed and sense of crisis allow them to dodge shells before they hit them."

"Then use a plasma cannon!" another staff officer chimed in.

"With an initial velocity of Mach 20, they can't avoid it!"

The old staff officer adjusted his glasses and nodded.

"That's possible, but locking, calculating, and launching all take time."

"The enemy can change direction instantly, and our aiming system is always a step behind."

Whether you can hit the target depends on luck and timing.

The young officer continued:

"Hmm, we also have laser weapons. How about we cluster them together and target a single objective?"

"Not powerful enough," the old staff officer sighed.

"Laser weapons lose their power at long distances, and the current laser weapons can't even kill a sixth-tier enemy, let alone a seventh-tier enemy."

Silence fell in front of the sand table.

A few seconds later, someone else made a suggestion.

"Nuclear bombs! Use nuclear bombs to deliver a devastating strike!"

"Hundreds or even tens of millions of tons of bombardment, a carpet bombing campaign—I refuse to believe those eighth-tier beings can withstand it all. Those seventh-tier beings will all die!"

"Even someone at the eighth rank would get injured, right?"

That's a feasible solution.

While the demon army is approaching, launch a saturation attack on the high-ranking demons, killing as many as possible.

"However, this still doesn't guarantee we can kill an eighth-tier enemy." The old strategist sighed.

"Then there's only one last option left."

"Commander Lin, we... have no choice but to ask the various tribes of Terra for help."

"Faced with so many high-end combat forces of the demon race, even if we act as bait and use nuclear bombs on our own heads, it will only result in 800 damage to the enemy and 1000 damage to ourselves."

"Under the terrifying power of nuclear bombs, everything we've painstakingly built in our Terran territory will be destroyed, the portal will close, and everything will be wiped out."

"Great Xia will completely lose its chance to return to Terra!"

"We need Terra's power."

"The continent of Terra also has the Holy Human Race, the Elf Race, the Dwarf Race, and the Orc Race; they have seventh-tier powerhouses!"

"Why not just drag the other side onto the war chariot as well?"

"But..." a staff officer hesitated.

"Will the various ethnic groups be willing to take action?"

Why should they help us?

Long Zhan then sneered.

"They're not helping us, they're helping themselves."

He swiped his finger across the screen, bringing up satellite footage of the demon army gathering.

"Right now, the demons are just gathering; it's unclear who they intend to attack."

"This gives us room to maneuver."

"We took this video to various ethnic groups to illustrate the dangerous situation."

"We demand an alliance, with all other races providing unconditional and full support should any one of us be attacked."

"For Terra."

Zhao Gang nodded excitedly.

"That's right, this way we can avoid revealing our needs and prevent them from making exorbitant demands."

Long Zhan nodded and continued:

"If the various tribes do not agree to form an alliance, or if they drag their feet..."

"We'll use a strategy of retreating to advance."

"What method?" Lin Mo asked.

Long Zhan sneered.

"Faced with the overwhelming power of the demons, Great Xia sees no hope of resistance."

"I've decided to give up Terra."

"!!!"

All the staff officers gasped in shock.

Abandon Terra?

This is a survival channel that the entire Great Xia Dynasty opened up with all its might!

And they really couldn't bear to give up Terra.

"Of course it's fake," Long Zhan said calmly.

"But the various tribes do not know this."

"If the various tribes of Terra aren't stupid, they should agree to retain Great Xia as a powerful ally."

"If there's really no other way, we'll negotiate further and pay them the price to get them to do it."

"Moreover, if the Great Xia is defeated, the remaining tribes will not be far from extinction, so they are not so short-sighted."

Lin Mo's eyes lit up; he thought it was feasible.

Long Zhan looked at Lin Mo.

This plan requires the approval of the commander-in-chief.

Upon seeing this, Lin Mo did not immediately confirm.

After thinking it over, he realized that this was indeed a last resort, as the Great Xia Dynasty itself could not resolve this crisis at present. So he nodded and said:

"Okay, let's do it this way."

Zhao Gang immediately stood up.

"I'll arrange it immediately."

"The Great Xia delegation is currently in the Holy Kingdom; they can go directly to discuss matters with the Pope."

"As for the other tribes, I will immediately send people to discuss alliance matters."

"Elves, dwarves, orcs, and dragons—none of them can be missing."

Lin Mo nodded.

"Be quick."

"The demons won't give us much time."

Zhao Gang saluted, turned and strode away.

......

Terra, the Holy Kingdom, the City of Holy Light.

He Wuqi was standing in front of a towering white stone tower, listening to Archbishop Benedict recount the history of the Holy Race.

The tower walls are carved with intricate patterns of holy light, each pattern glowing faintly, as if it were a living thing breathing.

"This tower is three thousand years old, a testament to the glory of the sacred human race..."

Benedict's voice hadn't even faded yet.

hum!

The smart terminal on He Wuqi's wrist suddenly vibrated and flashed red light.

He looked down and saw Zhao Gang's encrypted communication request pop up on the screen.

Emergency sign.

He Wuqi frowned, raised his hand to signal Benedict to wait a moment, and then answer the call from a distance.