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Chapter 50 We Have No Other Choice!
The speaker was a stern-faced leader in charge of domestic security.
"This is too risky! It's pure gambling!"
He stood up, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone.
"We know absolutely nothing about that world; our intelligence comes entirely from Lin Mo! How can we guarantee the accuracy of our information?"
"What if the demons over there are far more powerful than we imagine? What if they use the portal we created to attack us from the opposite direction?"
"Can our city, our people, withstand the endless stream of otherworldly monsters?"
"What if their magic could easily disable our guns, turn our tanks into scrap metal, and cause our missiles to explode in mid-air?"
"This is not an exaggeration; this is completely uncharted territory!"
"We are now gambling with the fate of the entire Great Xia Dynasty and the lives of its people!"
"That's not visionary, that's insane!"
The initial excitement in the meeting room cooled down considerably in an instant.
Yes, the risk is too great.
The unknown is the most terrifying enemy.
"bet?"
The Second Chief suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"Aren't we gambling right now?"
He walked up to the world map that almost took up the entire wall.
On the map, large areas are colored in a striking red, representing death zones that are no longer habitable due to geological disasters and extreme weather.
"We're betting that tectonic activity won't prematurely tear apart the underground cities we built with all our national resources."
"We bet that the solar wind won't strip away our atmosphere within ten years."
"We bet those countries that are throwing bombs at each other over a can of expired food in the ruins won't go so far as to aim nuclear weapons at our last remaining living space!"
"Tell me, every single day we're living on the sidelines right now, isn't it?!"
The second-in-command whirled around, his gaze sharp as he stared directly at the security chief.
"Now we have a table with higher odds and greater rewards, we have the opportunity to be the bookmaker, and you're telling me not to take it?"
He stretched out his finger and jabbed it heavily into the bright red area on the map.
"Look here! Look at these places!"
"We have nowhere to retreat!"
"We have no other choice!!"
The last two sentences struck like a thunderclap, shattering the last trace of hesitation and doubt in the meeting room.
Yes, there was no way to retreat, no other choice!
Rather than sit and wait for death, it's better to live by facing death!
The flames in everyone's eyes burned brighter and more determined than ever before.
The meeting's tone shifted from feasibility to implementation at this moment. After half a day of efficient discussion, three main directions were finally determined.
"Good!" The Second Chief glanced around at the crowd who had no other objections, his eyes flashing with decisive brilliance.
"Based on what we just discussed, I will repeat it again to fill in any gaps."
"First, sending troops is a must!"
"This is the best way for us to show our sincerity to the elves and open the path to another world."
"Secondly, qualitative analysis!"
"We are not invaders, we are aid providers to civilization, and equal trading partners!"
"Before we establish ourselves in that world, we must adopt a humble attitude; cooperation and mutual benefit should be the main theme!"
"We must never allow any race on the continent of Terra to harbor even the slightest suspicion or hostility towards us!"
Third, authorization!
His gaze fell on Zhao Gang.
"Let Comrade Lin Mo represent Great Xia in promoting cooperation with the Elf Queen, and spare no effort to establish the teleportation portal."
"At the same time, we need to show that we have no ambition for the territory of Terra. We are a mercenary force with the goal of helping the enemy fight against the demons."
"We'll deal with the rest later, without arousing any suspicion or defensiveness."
"Is there anything else to add?"
No one spoke.
"Okay, let's leave it at that for now!" The Second Chief slammed his hand on the table, finalizing the decision.
"Zhao Gang!"
"arrive!"
"Go back immediately and tell him our decision, and tell him he's not fighting alone; he has the full support of the entire Great Xia Dynasty and its people!"
Zhao Gang straightened up, saluted, and accepted the order.
But the second-in-command suddenly waved his hand.
"No, wait."
"I'll go back with you later."
"I want to see this amazing young man with my own eyes!"
"I want to thank him in person!"
In this way, all the arrangements for the meeting were finalized in an orderly manner.
Due to the urgency of the situation, the five leaders repeatedly gave verbal instructions to their subordinates, and then submitted signed documents later.
In the darkness of the Great Summer, undercurrents surged, making this a sleepless night for many.
......
In an underground base beneath the permafrost in the Arctic theater of operations.
The starkly different temperatures above and below ground caused the air currents to become turbulent, and the cold winds, like countless tiny knives, scraped across the base's open gates, emitting a piercing shriek.
A figure stood like a javelin on the high platform inside the gate, the general's stars on his epaulets shining brightly under the searchlight.
His face seemed to have been sculpted by the Siberian winds, every wrinkle telling a story of war and frost.
Dragon War! Commander-in-Chief of the Arctic Theater.
His most elite special operations brigade, the "Red Wolf" brigade, is a national sharp weapon that he personally trained and has written several legends.
Amid the turmoil of the apocalyptic crisis, he rose rapidly through the ranks based on his military achievements, becoming one of only two leaders after the integration of the war zone, commanding 500,000 soldiers in the Arctic War Zone!
At this moment, he was watching the soldiers training in the cold wind ahead.
"Commander!"
A young secretary rushed over against the cold wind, her military overcoat almost being blown away by the wind.
"A encrypted message from New Kyoto! Top security level!"
Long Zhan's eyes were indifferent as he turned and strode towards the command post.
The heavy alloy door blocked out the howling wind. Inside the office, he opened the top-secret red-headed document.
There was no lengthy pre-battle mobilization, only a few short, cold orders.
[Secret Order: Long Zhan, the highest-ranking officer in the Arctic Theater, is ordered to select 20,000 elite combat personnel from the "Snow Wolf" Special Operations Brigade and its subordinate units within 72 hours to form the "First Expeditionary Force," placing it on high alert and awaiting further instructions.]
[Mission Objective: Confidential.]
[Operation Location: Confidential.]
[Imaginary Enemy: Confidential.]
Long Zhan instinctively thought, "This is a fake document, isn't it?"
Given his rank, why would he keep everything a secret?
He turned his attention to the source of the information; it was indeed from an encrypted channel, and it was a document signed by his direct supervisor.
After confirming that everything was correct, his pupils contracted sharply.
Expeditionary Force?
This word has been forgotten for far too long.
Today, geopolitics on Earth has been compressed to its extreme.
Within the Arctic Circle, several major powers are huddled together like trapped beasts, and any military action would have far-reaching consequences, making it impossible to even talk about an "expedition."
Could it be that they're going to Antarctica? But that's the Antarctic theater of operations.
Are we going to the equator?
Should we send troops to roast the earth?