System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 716 - 314: The Final Battle Officially Begins! (Request for Monthly Tickets)_2
"Understood."
Mr. Li and the old man nodded in unison, flames of hatred flickering in their eyes.
Both of their civilizations were destroyed by the Kasha Civilization, making this action the perfect opportunity for revenge!
Even the vengeance of a wife can only be cleansed with blood!
Not to mention such a colossal vendetta.
Mr. Li’s train was destroyed in the last war, but he still has his subordinates and the Stellar Giant Beast, which in itself possesses considerable combat power.
"Master Pavilion."
Chen Mang then looked at the Celestial Secret Pavilion Master and others standing in the corner of the train compartment with a smile and said: "That is City 8, City 9, City 10, City 11, City 12, City 13, City 14, and City 15."
"These eight cities, I’ll leave them to your eight forces."
"Lead your elder disciples and be bold in your actions."
"I suppose without cultivation limitations suppressing you, your abilities in such ground city environments should exhibit significant power. Moreover, you represent the strongest forces of the Black Tortoise Civilization. Is there any pressure?"
The Celestial Secret Pavilion Master exchanged glances with his group, then stepped forward with fists clasped together and said in a deep voice: "Replying to Master Mang, pressure is indeed there, for that is the Kasha Civilization. Black Tortoise Civilization is merely a grain of sand before it."
"But—"
"This is also our first time entering a modern city without cultivation locks."
"Even within the Kasha Civilization, not everyone is a Train Captain. As long as it happens as President Ai described, with the entire city under the control of President Ai, I believe any issues encountered on the road can be resolved."
"Success depends on human effort."
"If there’s no challenge, we wouldn’t bother to take action." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
"Good!"
Chen Mang nodded with satisfaction: "The Fixed Star possesses extremely advanced medical technology. As long as there’s still a breath left, it can save, retreat the severely injured immediately to the refrigerator; withdraw to the Constant Star Train."
"Minimize casualties as much as possible. Preferably none!"
Then he once again glanced at everyone in the train compartment.
No one else was available.
His team was essentially all here. This was all his ground combat forces, with the remaining being mostly the likes of Old Pig for internal affairs. Although there were robots on the train, one couldn’t possibly have Old Pig take them to the battlefield.
Internal personnel are not quite suitable for forcibly going out on field operations.
The background isn’t quite sufficient.
Simultaneously initiating 17 fronts is somewhat difficult.
In reality, for a single train, the background was already sufficient. What train could claim to have so many ground action troops ready? The chance to use ground action troops is scarce and requires vast resources for training. Only a powerful train would foster a batch of ground combat troops.
Seventeen batches are already plenty.
But for a civilization, such background seems a bit pitiful.
Seventeen fronts...
Sounds like a lot.
The Insect Race Civilization scratched the back of their heads, unclear on why the unit for fronts is a line; their usual units for fronts were light-years, spanning thousands or even nearly ten thousand light-years in coverage.
This level of front, no matter if the strength matches, presents substantial challenges in logistics.
Logistics could easily get overwhelmed.
The Insect Race Civilization doesn’t need to worry about logistics, those insect beast monsters have never thought of returning alive since leaving their planet, considering it an honor to die in the enemy’s homeland.
"Our scheduled plan time is one hour."
"Once the plan begins."
"Ai will spend five minutes to instantly gain control of all AI permissions in 17 cities, with each squad entering their designated refrigerator according to the command on their Iris Chip to arrive at their mission location."
"The squad that finishes first."
"Will proceed to the remaining two cities."
"Attention—"
"Do not be greedy for merits and rush forward, the Constant Star Train can fail countless times, I have the background for making the train great once again!"
"But you only have one life, one defeat and all is lost."
"I hope for perfect success in the plan."
"I’d rather see every person in attendance return whole and complete."
"I want to make the enemy suffer."
"Not to let us suffer."
"Return alive."
"Everyone, this might very well be the most insane plan carried out when the Fixed Star is at its nadir, we might face long-term manhunts in the future, we might become sewer rats for a long period, but, all of this is worth it."
"For the Constant Star Train, for you, for everyone."
"Go ahead."
"Boldly go forward, whatever happens, I’ve got you covered."
As he spoke, Chen Mang specifically glanced at Biaozi, then picked up Xiaolv from the chair and walked to the refrigerator nearby, disappearing from the train compartment. By this time, three hours had passed since the plan was devised.
The sky remained dark.
Without further delay.
Since the plan was fully arranged, it would commence tonight.
The package had already arrived successfully, with high efficiency.
...
In the train compartment, everyone exchanged glances, seeing the meaning in each other’s eyes.
Master Mang had almost done everything.
All that’s left is to break the food into bits and feed it to their mouths. If the plan fails under such circumstances, they’d be better off finding some tofu to bash their heads against!
Especially this time, with the simultaneous activation of 17 fronts.
If any front fails, they’d bring disgrace upon themselves; they wouldn’t be able to hold their heads high within the train afterward.
No matter how experienced they are, or how close their numbers are at the forefront, what use is it.
