Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 57 Heaven Blesses Great Xia

"What?" Kyle pressed.

Lin Mo snapped his fingers. "Give me an example."

"Our weapons are like your magic."

"Could you provide me with a list detailing every divine spell and magic used by all the priests and knights of your Holy Human race, including their incantations, spell circles, power, and casting materials?"

"How is that possible!" Kyle retorted instinctively.

"That settles it then." Lin Mo shrugged, his expression innocent.

"Our weapons inventory is ten thousand times more complex than that!"

"I can't exactly bring you the design blueprints for our entire industrial system, can I?"

"You wouldn't understand it either."

Kyle's anger was reignited by Lin Mo's answer.

"That's just sophistry!"

"No, no, no, I'm just stating the facts."

Lin Mo waved his hand, thought for a moment, and then said:

"Okay, give me a day."

"I need to communicate with our rear and put together a general description of the weapon types that you can understand."

He looked at Kyle with sincere eyes.

"How about we discuss the details of the weapons list again at this time tomorrow?"

Kyle stared at Lin Mo, trying to find a trace of a lie on his face.

But he failed.

The other party's gaze was calm, and their logic was impeccable.

It's unrealistic to demand that the other party hand over the list immediately.

"it is good."

Kyle finally uttered a single word coldly.

"Then tomorrow. I hope there won't be any tricks; no one can break the witness of the magical contract."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

......

Inside a bedroom in the underground base of Bell City.

Lin Mo opened his eyes, quickly sat up in bed, and picked up the black walkie-talkie from the cabinet.

"Brother Zhao, I'm back."

"Notify everyone that there will be a meeting in the conference room in ten minutes."

"receive!"

Zhao Gang's voice held no doubt whatsoever.

The core conference room of the base.

Beside the cold, long metal table, core members Zhao Gang, Qian Zhenhua, Liu Chengen, and others were all seated, each with a suppressed flame burning in their eyes.

Lin Mo pushed open the door and went straight to the head of the table.

"It's settled."

He succinctly and quickly summarized the exchanges at the negotiating table.

From Kyle's arrogance to the Holy Human race's trump card, and how he seized the opponent's lifeline, he managed to pry the quota of 10,000 people up to 25,000.

"Twenty-five thousand."

When the number was announced, a collective gasp filled the conference room.

Qian Zhenhua's hand, which was holding his reading glasses, froze in mid-air, his eyes wide open behind the lenses.

A muscle twitched on Liu Chengen's arrogant face, and he slapped his thigh hard.

"Good lad!"

"Twenty-five thousand!"

Zhao Gang's tense back finally relaxed completely at this moment.

He looked at Lin Mo, his eyes almost overflowing with approval.

"Well done."

"This result has far exceeded our expectations."

"It's alright." Lin Mo forced a smile.

"The demons are eyeing us covetously. The other races won't last long. If the Holy Humans keep putting on airs, they'll just have to wait to be wiped out together."

"However, there's a tail."

Lin Mo changed the subject.

"The other party demanded that we provide a detailed list of weapons and reserved the right to review and approve it."

The atmosphere in the meeting room became heavy again.

"This was expected," Zhao Gang said in a deep voice.

"It's impossible to expect them to be completely unguarded."

Qian Zhenhua frowned and spoke.

"The question is, how do you write the list?"

"Our weapons systems and their power systems are fundamentally two different things."

"How am I supposed to explain to them the 'magical yield' of a 155mm shell?"

"Let's leave that aside for now," Zhao Gang interjected, his gaze fixed on Lin Mo.

"In the Arctic theater, General Long Zhan and his First Expeditionary Force are currently only known to be on high alert."

"They don't yet know who the enemy is or where the battlefield is."

"I think it would be better for them to draft this weapons list, since they are the professionals in warfare."

"Commander Lin, I think it's time to share all the information with General Long Zhan."

"I agree," Lin Mo nodded.

"They're the ones fighting the war; we can't let them be blind."

"Okay." Zhao Gang stood up.

"I immediately reported to Shin-Kyoto and requested authorization."

......

New Kyoto, the power center of the Great Xia Dynasty.

A newly built, top-secret physical line sends signals directly into the top leader's office.

After listening to Zhao Gang's report, the high-ranking official on the other end of the phone remained silent for a moment.

"Twenty-five thousand people?"

The chief's voice was devoid of emotion, yet Zhao Gang could clearly sense that the person on the other end of the phone was equally surprised.

that's the truth.

The chief's fingers trembled slightly. In his budget, securing 10,000 places was already an extremely optimistic upper limit.

Therefore, he approved the formation of an expeditionary force of 20,000 men, already holding the idea that "better safe than sorry, the more the better."

Judging from our own experience, if an army from another world claimed to be coming to Earth to "help," no matter how critical the situation on Earth was, Great Xia's first reaction would only be to refuse.

This is the fundamental barrier between civilizations.

Even in wars fought within humanity, if one loses, it is still humanity's own business.

But once "aliens" are introduced, the nature of the problem changes completely.

Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts!

And now, the magical world of Terra has actually agreed?

And on their very first contact, they agreed to let a 25,000-strong Great Xia army enter their world?

Even he himself found it hard to believe!

"Comrade Lin Mo... did a great job!"

The chief exhaled, and this simple praise carried immense weight.

"I approve the request to share intelligence with Comrade Long Zhan."

"From this moment forward, General Long Zhan, the head of the Arctic Theater, is officially incorporated into the 'New Hope' project team."

Zhao Gang looked surprised, but quickly stood at attention and answered in a deep voice.

"yes!"

"You're doing a great job, keep it up!"

"clear!"

Communication was cut off.

The chief put down the black encrypted phone in his hand, and a few seconds later, he picked up another phone.

The call was answered quickly.

"it's me."

"Old Yang, I have good news!"

On the other end of the phone came a voice that was equally steady and powerful.

"Is it... news from the New Hope Group?"

"Hmm," the chief responded.

"Lin Mo has secured an unexpectedly favorable condition for us; the number of people moving in for the first batch far exceeds our expectations."

How many spots are available?

"Twenty-five thousand!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone again, even longer than before.

After a long while, the Second Chief's voice, tinged with a hint of emotion, finally rang out.

"That little guy named Lin Mo... he's truly our lucky star."

"Yes." The chief looked at Lin Mo's file on the table and sighed.

"His appearance is a blessing from heaven for Great Xia!"