novel bin Chapter 43 The Three Plans of Great Xia
Chapter 43 The Three Plans of Great Xia
Bell City Ark Underground Base.
Lin Mo opened his eyes.
The fresh scent of the World Tree has disappeared.
Before me were monotonous walls, and in my ears was the regular hum of the ventilation system.
He shook his head, snapping out of the daze of two worlds intersecting.
He pressed the communicator on the bedside table.
"Brother Zhao, I'm back."
Fifteen minutes later, Lin Mo finished showering and changed into dry clothes.
Zhao Gang was already waiting outside the door, with two guards standing at the entrance behind him.
Zhao Gang entered the room, and Lin Mo pulled out a chair for him to sit down.
"Speak, what's the important matter?"
Lin Mo handed him a cup of hot water: "An epic diplomatic event."
Without wasting any words, he recounted the entire banquet in the Elf Kingdom in one breath.
From Elder Varelius's arrogance to his direct rebuttal, then to Queen Ellari's opportunistic attack, and finally to his sincere plea for help.
After he finished speaking, he picked up his water glass and took a big gulp.
Zhao Gang listened quietly, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his knees.
He spoke after Lin Mo finished speaking, his voice filled with approval.
"Good job, well done."
"Give in to that kind of deep-rooted arrogance, yielding will only earn you contempt."
Zhao Gang's lips curled up.
"Your words have revealed the backbone of our Great Xia. More importantly, they have given the Elf Queen a way out, an excuse to reorganize the internal affairs and suppress the diehards."
"Judging from the results, you performed a political reshuffle for her, and handled it perfectly."
"Hehe, right!"
Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, relieved that he hadn't let the country down.
"but!"
Zhao Gang's face instantly darkened, and the slight smile he had just shown vanished without a trace.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and stared straight at Lin Mo.
"You're taking too much of a risk, kid!"
"Have you considered this? What if that queen is as brainless as Varelius, or she simply can't control these people? What would happen if you publicly humiliated an elven elder?"
Zhao Gang's expression was very serious.
"You might not come back!"
"I must emphasize this again! Your safety is the highest priority of the 'New Hope' project! Without exception!"
"You're not a soldier who charges into battle!"
"You are the only bridge between us and that world! You might even be the hope for the continuation of Earth's civilization!"
"We...can't afford to gamble!"
Zhao Gang's concern and lingering fear were undisguised.
Lin Mo felt a warmth in her heart.
This is not a blame; it is a country's high regard for him.
Lin Mo smiled.
"Understood, Brother Zhao."
"Didn't I just say that I did this because I was confident? I will be careful to ensure my safety."
"It's good that you know."
Zhao Gang's expression softened, and he leaned back in his chair.
He tapped on the table, switching back to work mode.
"Regarding the Elven race's request for full cooperation, during the few hours you met with the Queen, a joint think tank composed of the General Staff, the Academy of Sciences, and the Strategic Support Department has come up with a preliminary plan."
Lin Mo immediately sat up straight.
Zhao Gang swiped open the tablet computer, and a title appeared on the screen.
"First, industrial enlightenment."
"The craftsmanship of elves' weapons is art, not industrial products. It's too inefficient and relies entirely on a few masters. This won't do."
With a wave of his hand, Zhao Gang displayed clear engineering drawings on the screen.
"We provide a simplified set of industrial process drawings to ensure that their existing technology can achieve it."
"From high-efficiency charcoal blast furnaces and hydraulic forging hammers to standardized bow and arrow parts and arrow production lines."
"There is only one goal: to enable them to achieve replicable, standardized, semi-automated production using existing materials and magic."
"Free their craftsmen from blacksmithing so they can work on more sophisticated parts and research and development."
"Let the masters do the masters' work, and let the machines do the machines' work."
Zhao Gang raised his second finger, and the screen switched.
"Second, ideological reform."
"Their tactics are still stuck in phalanx formations; against the demons' sheer numbers, it's suicide."
The screen displayed the covers of "The Art of War" and "On Protracted War," as well as illustrations of modern military training.
"We will compile a batch of classic tactical teaching materials, from 'concentrating superior forces' to guerrilla warfare of 'retreating when the enemy advances,' and you will dictate and translate them for them."
"At the same time, we will provide a complete soldier training system!"
"Teach them formation drills, three-man combat teams, and integrate those lone-wolf elven rangers into a disciplined army!"
Lin Mo was quite excited, already imagining the elves lining up and shouting "one, two, one".
Third, information advantage.
Zhao Gang swiped his finger across the screen, which displayed schematics of a telescope, a tactical sand table, and map surveying tools.
"We will provide instructions on how to make these auxiliary tools."
"To enable them to see further, command more accurately, and make war no longer a confusing mess."
After Zhao Gang finished speaking, he put down the tablet and stared at Lin Mo.
"Based on data model projections, once these three steps are implemented, the Elven race's overall combat strength will at least double from its current level!"
Lin Mo was stunned.
"So tall?"
"This is a conservative estimate; the actual effect will only be higher!"
Zhao Gang smiled, a smile that revealed an absolute confidence in civilization.
"Don't forget how we, back then, used millet and rifles to fight our way out of the most desperate disadvantages and create a brand new world!"
Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat.
indeed.
When these basic elements are combined, they will produce a chemical reaction.
He nodded emphatically: "Okay, we'll do it your way."
"Um."
Zhao Gang responded, but his tone became heavy again.
He stood up, walked to the porthole, and looked at the simulated blue sky and white clouds outside.
"But this plan is just prolonging their lives."
"If we can let them hold on for a few more years, maybe ten years, we can save many lives and buy us more time."
Lin Mo's newly ignited passion was instantly dampened by this bucket of cold water.
His brows were furrowed.
"Just...hold on for a few more years?"
"No way to counterattack?"
Zhao Gang shook his head, his expression grave.
"Based on the intelligence you provided, the Demon race's size, war potential, and high-level combat power are overwhelming to the entire Terra continent."
"Once the demons discover that the elves have suddenly become tough, they only need to gather two or three times their main force to gnaw on this tough nut."
"By then, the Elven race will still be alone and helpless, and their destruction will only be a matter of time."
"unless……"
"Unless what?"
Lin Mo immediately pressed for more information.
Zhao Gang was silent for a moment, then turned around.
"Unless a completely new, powerful, and capable third-party force enters the game."
"A force from the outside that broke the deadlock and completely disrupted the course of the war!"
He spoke slowly and deliberately.
"For example, us!"
"Soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty!"
"Of course, that's assuming we can get there."