I Am Extraordinary Alone-Chapter 614 - 612: Mobilizing the Troops

A military force assembled at the border of Heisai State, located near the Earth Sea and not too far from the East Continent, situated at the junction of three continents. The red world loomed before them, like a towering wall separating reality from illusion.

heavy tanks and 90 armored infantry fighting vehicles had been transported by sea and air to this location. Armored vehicles and troop-carrying helicopters were actively being deployed, and over 600,000 armored infantry and 4,200 sets of powered armor had arrived at this temporary assembly area.

This was the result of over a month of preparation and mobilization. Watching the heavy equipment rumble past and the soldiers scurrying around, Spencer II sat in his command vehicle feeling rather irritable.

He was very dissatisfied with the outcome.

Over a hundred countries had been involved, and in the end, only over 600,000 soldiers had come, far from the theoretical 10 million. It couldn’t even be described as a reduction—it was simply a breach of promise.

But he was well aware of the actual situation. There were no more than ten countries on Earth with powerful militaries. Yin Country had given no response, the Sethiyan Federation was busy quelling domestic rebellion and was already stretched thin, with not many troops that could be deployed.

The situation in the Western Alliance was no more promising. Cults and revolutionary parties were acting unchecked. They sent a total of 260,000 troops to participate in the battle, which was not easy; the majority of the troops provided were from the East Continent and the Earth Sea Small Countries.

The populations of these small countries varied, and in peacetime their regular forces were mainly used to suppress civilian uprisings. Some military-led nations even had universal conscription. They lacked superpower users and heavy equipment; their contribution was manpower.

These people had placed their bets on Spencer II, hoping he could truly take down Divine Power Tianyang, and they were genuinely worried that if they didn’t pick a side, they would be purged.

Spencer II glanced at his wristwatch, then left the command vehicle with his secretary to head toward the temporary command center tent.

Just as he lifted the canvas, he heard dozens of officers inside the large tent arguing loudly.

Spencer Twenty listened at the doorway. The group of officers was arguing about how to attack. With opinions divided and each trying to persuade the others, the diversity of people and ideas had turned the discussion into an argument, and the argument into a quarrel.

He inwardly sneered; these soldiers were merely cannon fodder. Clearly, the high command had not been ordered to come here to die; they naively believed that the foundation had some sort of killer move that would assure immediate victory.

While the military men were thinking about how to attack with fewer losses, Spencer II had already prepared all the countermeasures. He only needed to use this war to lure Wei Tianyang out, then have his arranged hot air balloons spread a white fog, followed by sending the 60-some vaccine-injected superpower private soldiers to do the harvesting.

Once they entered the red world, missiles would become meaningless. Without satellite guidance and electronic chips functioning, large intercontinental missiles could not even be launched. Traditional ignition-fired artillery would be shot out indiscriminately, without any knowledge of where it would land.

Modern warfare’s tactical systems were built on electronic warfare. Without it, everyone would have to revert to the level of World War I. In the Heiside State, the predetermined battlefield was a vast desert; the only action possible was a charge, not even trenches could be dug.

These officers’ discussions were entirely pointless; they were all simply expendables.

Spencer II cleared his throat, picked up the microphone, and said, "Gentlemen."

The tent quieted down as the officers from around the world sat on plastic chairs, waiting like schoolchildren for Spencer to speak.

"Gentlemen, this will be the most difficult battle in human history, as we will be facing an unprecedented enemy," he said.

"We’ve heard you have an absolute method to kill him, you’d better prove it to us first. Otherwise, we’ll evacuate right now," an East Continent small country officer said.

Spencer II shook his head with a smile and replied, "You can take your men and leave, but I swear, after I deal with him, you’ll be next. Do you know how I handle traitors? Kill their entire family."

With those words, sounds of discontent emerged from the tent. Soldiers were different from politicians; they were not afraid of threats.

"Spencer, your words just now are disappointing to me, I don’t think I will help someone like you fight," a white officer said, shaking his head.

"You’re not fighting for me, but for yourselves. Look at that red curtain, it’s now hanging over Heiside State. One day, will it expand? Will it envelop the Earth Sea too? Will the Western Alliance be next? Think about it! I’m giving you a chance, a chance to become heroes!" Spencer II insisted.

"Those words are meaningless to us; we only care about how to win. If what you have, that ace up your sleeve, is truly 100% effective, we’ll fight for you," a black officer said, although he was not from Heisai State but had grown up in the Western Alliance and had joined the ranks of the elites.

Spencer II smiled and pulled out a small, white capsule from his pocket.

"This is my ace, I call it ’the switch.’ With this, I’ve installed a switch in Him. Just by spreading this powder, all superpower users will remember they are nothing but mere mortals, and He will be no exception," Spencer II declared.

The officers looked at the tiny capsule in his hand, still somewhat unconvinced.

"How many tests have you run? He’s different from the other superpower special forces," an East Continent officer inquired.

"You East Continent people don’t understand real technology. I, myself, am here. If I wasn’t confident in this technology, I wouldn’t have come. You know? I could have sat comfortably in the Federation building far away, watching the battle unfold on screens. But I chose to come here, regardless of the danger! Because I want to see that self-proclaimed deity crawling on the ground with my own eyes. I want to walk up and step on his head, make him beg me for his life. I want to put an end to his little game of house!" Spencer II hissed through clenched teeth.

"That settles it then. We will fight for you," the white officer said.

"I am glad we have reached an understanding, but the issue is, the number of troops that have come is much less than I anticipated. This battle will be extremely brutal. I hope you can muster more troops to come to our aid! It will be worth it, I promise—once he is killed, I will freely provide Black Medicine technology to all of you to quickly solve your domestic issues," Spencer II proclaimed.

"Mobilizing a large number of troops is not an easy task. It will take some time to assemble millions of soldiers," the black officer remarked.

"I can wait, but make it quick," Spencer II urged.