Survival of the Nation: I Can Specify the Items That Will Drop

Everyone took their seats in order.

As soon as Feng Qingyan sat down, he leaned to the side and said in a low voice to Feng Qingshuang, "Sister, have you noticed? This dilapidated hall looks much better after the lord sat down."

Feng Qingshuang didn't even look up: "You've already praised me three times."

"I was telling the truth," Feng Qingyan said matter-of-factly. "The truth should be spoken every day."

The man in the front row, Tie Dun, turned around, his face serious: "Qing Yan is right, the lord is indeed different, but I think what's more important is that aura. The lord sits there, exuding authority without anger, that presence, that gaze..."

He racked his brains and finally came up with an analogy: "It's exactly like the domineering CEOs in those books I used to read."

Without looking up, a voice drifted over from the side: "Are you praising the lord, or are you revealing your poor reading taste?"

Tie Dun blushed. "What's it to you what I'm looking at!" he retorted, then added in a low voice, "It's just so domineering!"

A few barely suppressed laughs echoed from the tabletop.

Lin Feng looked around at everyone and said calmly, "Let's get down to business."

The hall quickly fell silent.

He reached out and tapped the armrest: "Blood Nest No. 10 has been breached, but this battle is far from over. There are three things that must be done immediately."

"First, escort the prisoners." He turned to Zhao Hu, "All Demonic Sect disciples will be imprisoned according to their cultivation level. Servants and civilians will be placed separately. Those willing to surrender will be identified, registered, and the die-hards will be strictly guarded until further notice."

Zhao Hu clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Yes."

"Second, the outer perimeter must be cleared." Lin Feng looked at Jiang Yelan. "Although Blood Nest No. 10 has been captured, there are still several auxiliary strongholds around it. Arrange for people to take them out tonight, ensuring smooth logistics and leaving no future troubles."

Jiang Yelan nodded: "Understood."

"third......"

Lin Feng's gaze darkened.

"According to the intelligence gathered by Director Zhou, the shortest route from Blood Nest No. 10 to the Demon Sect's gate requires passing through Blood Nest No. 7 and Blood Nest No. 1. Since the goal is to take over the Blood Abyss Plane within three months, this is the most suitable route."

He paused, lowering his voice slightly.

"But Blood Nest No. 7 is more than 500 kilometers away from here, and the Demonic Sect has already cleared the way, leaving nothing behind."

The hall was silent; everyone understood what this meant.

The Demonic Sect's objective is clear: to wear down the Beacon Fire Territory's army with a long supply line.

Jiang Zhaoyue spoke first, her brows furrowing slightly: "Lord, since the Demonic Sect intends to use this tactic, our supply lines will likely also be attacked."

“That’s right.” Lin Feng nodded. “If there isn’t a third-tier expert guarding the supply line, the enemy only needs one Grandmaster to make the entire convoy disappear.”

Zhao Hu frowned and said gruffly, "Lord, then we're at a disadvantage. Who knows how many Grandmasters the Demonic Sect will send to ambush us? Sending too few is like handing them free food; sending too many will weaken our frontline fighting strength. Those bastards from the Demonic Sect, this move is truly insidious."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and a low murmur of discussion arose in the hall.

Supply lines are the lifeblood of an army. Over 500 kilometers long, the entire supply line is scorched earth. The Demonic Sect only needs to send a small number of Grandmaster-level experts to paralyze the entire supply line.

You're going to protect it? With what are you going to protect it?

You won't protect them? The army will fight on empty stomachs?

This is a dead end.

At least for most territories, it's a dead end.

Lin Feng listened quietly for a while before letting out a soft laugh. The laugh came so suddenly that everyone present was taken aback.

"The Demonic Sect's scheme is indeed unsolvable for other territories, but unfortunately, they've encountered the Beacon Fire Territory."

He leaned forward slightly and slowly said, "I have a twenty-by-twenty-meter extradimensional storage space, filled with enough food to sustain an army for a month."

The hall fell silent immediately.

"Including the water resources needed to sustain the army, it can last about ten days, and at my speed, a round trip of a thousand kilometers takes only a little over three hours."

Even if we advance to Blood Nest No. 1 and even the Demon Sect's mountain gate, the distance will increase, but the Demon Sect will soon realize that we don't need convoys to transport supplies. Given time, they will naturally give up.

After he finished speaking, the hall was silent for a few seconds.

Then, with a "smack," Tie Dun slammed his hand on the armrest of the chair.

"Lord! You have something like this? Doesn't that mean we're fighting with a portable granary? Those bastards from the Demonic Sect are still foolishly waiting to raid our supply lines, and they haven't even seen a single thing!"

"That's why I say, a lord is a lord." Zhao Hu let out a long breath and couldn't help but laugh. "I was almost driven crazy with worry just now, but then an alternate dimension completely ruined their entire treacherous plan."

"A conspiracy? To the lord, it's nothing but a hollow joke." Tie Dun chuckled.

Jiang Zhaoyue laughed as well: "The Demonic Sect went to great lengths to set up a scheme, only to find that we don't play by the rules at all."

"All-around! That's what you call all-around!" Ironclad gave a thumbs-up, looking smug. "I told you long ago, following the lord, no problem is a problem."

Feng Qingyan's eyes crinkled into crescent moons: "The Lord is the most handsome!"

"You've said that four times today," Feng Qingshuang calmly reminded her.

"Then I'll say it for the fifth time: Lord, you're the most handsome!" Feng Qingyan had no intention of holding back.

Lin Feng waved his hand, silencing another round of discussion.

He sat up straight and said calmly, "Alright, the plan is as follows: all of our army's logistical supplies will be stockpiled at Hangu Pass. All 131 third-stage awakened beings capable of flight will remain at Hangu Pass to guard and defend it."

"The rest of the army will set off tomorrow morning, target: Blood Nest No. 7."

"Yes!" The crowd answered in unison, their voices echoing throughout the hall.

Lin Feng also stood up, straightened the hem of his armor, and said calmly:

Meeting adjourned.

Everyone stood up and walked towards the outside of the hall. Tie Dun took two steps, then looked back at the ferocious beast on the blood-red screen and couldn't help but mutter, "Aren't we taking this thing down? Sitting here at night, its two red eyes are really creepy."

Wang Wu didn't even turn his head: "If you like it, take it back and put it in your room."

"No way!" Tie Dun shrank his neck. "I can't put such an unlucky thing by my bedside. It'll look like a ferocious beast guarding the house. How am I supposed to sleep then?"

Feng Qingyan, arm in arm with Feng Qingshuang, leaned closer and whispered with a smile, "Brother Tiedun, this hall will be our command post from now on. You're coming and going here every day, what's there to be afraid of with just a screen?"

"Who's afraid! I just think the Demonic Sect has a problem with its aesthetics."

Tie Dun puffed out his chest. "Look at that ferocious beast. It looks like a wild boar that has come to life. How can it be worthy of sitting in the same room as our lord?"

What kind of rank does our lord have? He should at least get a new White Tiger to guard the mountain, or if that's not enough, a Golden-Winged Roc—that would be proper!

"Then go tell the lord to take down the screen," Arrow Eye said from the side.

Tie Dun paused, turned around and glared at him: "I'm not going! I think it looks quite nice for the lord to sit there. Whether he's worthy or not depends on the person. With the lord sitting there, even wild boars look like mythical beasts. It's fine as long as this screen isn't taken down."

Feng Qingyan laughed and leaned on Feng Qingshuang's shoulder: "Sister, listen, Brother Tiedun's flattery skills have improved again."

The crowd burst into laughter as they left the main hall.

The palace doors slowly closed behind us, the heavy sound of the obsidian doors like a sigh.

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