novel bin Chapter 59 is definitely not a case of connections!
Chapter 59 is definitely not a case of connections!
"Knock knock knock!"
There was a knock on the office door.
Long Zhan suppressed his thoughts and spoke in a deep voice.
"Enter!"
As soon as the door opened, Brigade Commander Zhao of the Sharp Sword Reconnaissance Brigade slipped in with a grin.
"Sir, are you busy?"
Long Zhan's temples throbbed.
"Spit it out!"
"hey-hey."
Brigade Commander Zhao rubbed his hands together, looking pained as he approached.
"Um... Commander, the 'Windbreaker' reconnaissance brigade has almost filled a whole battalion. Could you spare a few for our Sharp Swords unit?"
He became more and more aggrieved as he spoke, and his voice rose.
"Where is our sword inferior to theirs?"
"In recent years, we've tackled tough challenges on the border; when have we ever been ambiguous about it?"
"We're on a mission now, why should they get to eat meat while we can't even get soup!"
"This isn't fair! You can't be so biased, sir!"
Long Zhan's head buzzed.
He waved his hand impatiently.
"Alright, alright! Here, have some spots! Get lost!"
"Alright!"
Commander Zhao's face immediately lit up with a smile, and he saluted before making his escape.
But as soon as the door opened, a large, dark mass of people rushed in.
"Sir! Our Thunder Armored Brigade wants some too!"
"And there's us, the Red Wolves!"
"Sir, you can't show favoritism!"
Officers from various units, including the Thunder Armored Brigade, the Red Wolf Special Operations Brigade, the Rocket Force, and the Windbreaker Brigade, gathered at the entrance as if by prior arrangement, all staring at him expectantly.
Long Zhan: "..."
He felt not like a general, but like a piece of fat meat surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves.
Thankfully, we just got an extra 5,000 spots, otherwise we'd be driven crazy by this mess every day.
……
Bell City, underground base.
Long Zhan's military plane landed, and he transferred to a military vehicle to enter the underground base.
Inside the base, researchers and soldiers moved about quickly, and everything was in good order.
Zhao Gang was already waiting at the entrance. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two arrived at the conference room.
"General Long, time is of the essence, let's begin immediately."
Without wasting any words, Zhao Gang turned on the central projector.
The projection lit up, and an unfamiliar world unfolded before Long Zhan.
A vast continent, bizarre vegetation, and... elves and demons.
"This is our new battlefield, Terra."
Zhao Gang's voice echoed in the conference room.
"A world where magic and supernatural powers exist."
Long Zhan flipped through the documents on the table, his knuckles turning white as he gripped them tightly, his body tense.
He had seen many storms, but what he saw before him was completely beyond his comprehension.
"Our enemy."
Zhao Gang pointed to the grotesque creatures in the projection.
"The Demon Race, an invasive species from another world, is carrying out a genocidal plunder of the races on the continent of Terra."
Long Zhan's breath hitched, and his body involuntarily leaned forward.
He felt no fear; instead, his blood began to burn.
The expeditionary force's goal is to march into another world!
This is an irresistible temptation for any soldier!
"...The 'Ark' project is nothing more than a temporary reprieve in the face of Terra. The future of Earth needs a new home."
"Terra is our chosen 'new hope'."
After reading the information in his hand, Long Zhan froze on the spot.
All the top secrets and all the anomalies were answered at this moment.
This battle is not for personal glory, but for the survival of the entire civilization!
Only then did he suddenly look up at the young man who had remained calm throughout.
Lin Mo.
Zhao Gang solemnly introduced.
"This is Comrade Lin Mo, the only transmigrator connecting us to the continent of Terra, and the commander-in-chief of our 'New Hope' project."
Long Zhan's mind went blank with a buzzing sound.
He finally understood how heavy the weight of the Second Chief’s words, “The hope of the nation rests on him,” truly was.
It's not like they have any special connections.
This young man, only twenty-three years old, single-handedly shouldered the future of two worlds!
Alone in a perilous otherworld, facing unfamiliar magic and races, he single-handedly secured the current favorable situation for Great Xia and Blue Star!
He, Long Zhan, knew he couldn't do it.
All the previous doubts and disdain seemed utterly ridiculous at this moment.
Long Zhan's body reacted before his brain did.
He suddenly stood up, his heels snapping together with a crisp sound.
He gave Lin Mo a standard military salute.
His voice was loud and resolute.
"Commander-in-Chief! Dragon War Zone, Arctic Theater! Reporting for duty!"
"The expeditionary force of 25,000 men is ready. Please give instructions!"
Lin Mo looked at the resolute-faced general before him, stood up, and solemnly returned the salute.
"General Long, welcome to New Hope."
The following meetings were extremely efficient.
When it came to the weapons list, Long Zhan made the decision immediately.
"That's easy!"
"Just write the weapon name, effective range, and maximum kill radius, without mentioning the principles and details, since they won't understand them anyway."
"For some items and equipment, just write down their purpose; it's simple and clear!"
Lin Mo nodded.
"Do as you say. You're the expert in this, so quickly draft an equipment list. I need to take it over as soon as possible to finalize the teleportation portal."
"clear!"
Long Zhan answered decisively.
An hour later, a weapons inventory form was placed in a small sealed bag and handed to Lin Mo.
Lin Mo thought to himself how convenient it was to have someone else do the work, so he didn't have to put in any effort.
Next... his eyes became bright and alert.
"Return to Terra and finalize the portal!"
......
Inside a side hall of the Holy See.
The air still held a solemn atmosphere interwoven with holy light and magic, but the atmosphere at the negotiating table was as cold as the Arctic ice field.
Lin Mo gently pushed a list of equipment, personally drafted by Long Zhan and repeatedly reviewed by the Great Xia think tank, in front of Archbishop Kyle.
"Your Excellency, this is the list of equipment that our Great Xia vanguard plans to carry. Please take a look."
Archbishop Kyle slightly raised his eyelids, his posture haughty, and picked up the document to look at it.
Kyle: "..."
He looked up and stared at Lin Mo expressionlessly.
Lin Mo: "No, why are you looking at me? Look at the list. If there are no problems, let's sign the contract."
The next moment, the list was thrown back in front of Lin Mo.
"Stranger, I cannot understand the language of your world."
Lin Mo: "!!!"
Oh no, I forgot about that.
He could understand what these people were saying and could also speak in a way they understood, but the languages of Blue Star and Terra were completely different.
"My negligence."
He turned to Fendona.
"Your Highness Fendona, I'd like to trouble you to translate this. Please bring me paper and pen."
"Oh, oh! Okay!"
Fendona took out a roll of fine parchment and a quill pen.
Lin Mo began to read aloud, while Fendona wrote it down, and the two checked and translated it in this way.
It took quite a bit of effort to translate it into the language of Terra. As for the smaller versions of the images, just refer to the original list.