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

silence.

Lin Feng's face was expressionless.

"No matter how shrewd their plans are, they are useless in the face of absolute power."

"Send the order: pass through Blood Nest No. 7 and continue towards Blood Nest No. 1."

Everyone clasped their hands in unison: "Yes, sir!"

Meng Yi turned and flew downwards, while the army continued its rapid march.

The blue flag fluttered in the twilight, like a long dragon that refused to bow its head.

...

Thirty kilometers east of Blood Nest No. 7.

Campfires stretched for miles in the night, and half a million men were stationed in different areas, with wide passages left between the armies. Soldiers patrolled the camps, moving back and forth in the firelight.

Smoke rose from all parts of the camp, and the air was filled with the aroma of dry rations and hot soup.

At the outermost edge of the camp, beside the county soldiers' campfire, a group of soldiers in gray armor were squatting on the ground, holding wooden bowls and shoveling dusty dry rations into their mouths.

Those were gray-quality marching rations, compressed into brick-shaped flatbreads, so hard they could crack walnuts. They were barely chewable after being soaked in hot water, and the taste... well...

"Brothers, let me tell you, I've been eating this stuff for three days now. It's hard and bland, like chewing mud."

A tall, thin county soldier took a bite of the flatbread, his expression one of utter agony, as if he were chewing wax. "The first bite is bitter, the second is astringent, the third bite..."

"You'll get used to it by the third bite," the chubby county soldier chimed in, calmly tearing off another piece and stuffing it into his mouth. "You'll get used to it, you'll get used to it."

"Getting used to it my ass!" The tall, thin man slammed the flatbread on the ground. "I dream about eating braised pork all the time, and then I wake up to find myself chewing on this stuff. Do you know that feeling of déjà vu?"

"I know." The chubby soldier pulled a small cloth bag from his pocket, carefully opened it, and inside were several pieces of dark, dried meat. "So I kept some for myself. Here, want to try some?"

The tall, thin man's eyes lit up: "What good stuff?"

"Beef jerky, white quality," the chubby soldier said in a low voice, his face mysterious. "My cousin in the Qin elite troops saved up this much over three days; he hasn't even eaten it himself."

"White quality?" Several county soldiers instantly surrounded them, their eyes gleaming. "Let me try some! Let me try some!"

"Go away, go away, that's all? Do you think this is a continuous feast?" The fat county soldier protectively stuffed the dried meat back into his pocket. "One small bite per person, line up!"

Nearby, several first-tier professionals were gathered around a small pot by a campfire.

The pot contained broken white grain flatbread soaking in hot water, with some beef jerky added as well, and it was bubbling away.

"This isn't a pancake, it's a hot plate!" The man stirring the pancake poked at the pancake in the pan with a wooden spoon, cursing as he did so.

"After cooking for so long, the flatbread is still hard, and half a bowl of water isn't enough to fill it. The beef jerky is even worse; it tastes like chewing on wood chips."

He put down his spoon and sighed, "If it weren't for those bastards from the Demonic Sect poisoning the water, would I be afraid to even add a little water? Now, water is more precious than oil."

A swordsman was squatting on the ground nearby, breaking a pancake, his tone tinged with curiosity.

"I heard that the food standards on the second job advancement side are much higher than ours, with organic, high-quality dry rations and even meat broth."

He pointed into the distance, "I see they're stewing something over there at their camp."

"Even our green-quality broth is a military-style broth, not the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup you get in restaurants?"

One of the archers rolled his eyes. "You really think a chef will fall from the sky and make you soup?"

The swordsman choked for a moment: "That's still better than us. At least their cakes can be swallowed without being soaked in water."

The archer picked up the bowl, took a sip, and put it down: "So, this is to motivate you to work hard to complete the mission and break through to the second job advancement as soon as possible."

The swordsman picked up his bowl of soup, took a sip, and laughed, "...I'll finish this bowl of chicken soup."

...

Inside the central tent, the lights were on.

Lin Feng sat in the middle chair, with a huge map spread out in front of him, marked in red with the route from Blood Nest No. 7 to Blood Nest No. 1.

The tent flap was gently lifted, and Jiang Yelan stepped into the tent sideways, her movements light and swift.

She nodded slightly, her voice clear and cold: "My lord, the perimeter security has been completed. Fifty captains and one hundred commanders are patrolling in shifts. Any disturbance, whether in the air or on the ground, will be detected immediately."

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Ye Lan, you've worked hard. Please have a seat."

Jiang Yelan nodded and found a seat on the left.

A moment later, Jiang Zhaoyue also came in.

She was dressed in light armor, and the dim candlelight fell on her cool and aloof features, adding a touch of gentleness.

Her gaze swept across the tent and landed on Lin Feng: "Lord, our army is still 810 kilometers away from Blood Nest No. 1. We will set off at 7:00 tomorrow. Including rest stops along the way, the army will arrive at the outer perimeter of Blood Nest No. 1 at 10:00 a.m. on the third day."

"The army's provisions and clean water, along with the reserves in the lord's alternate dimension, can sustain us for another twenty-five days, enough for a siege."

Lin Feng nodded, gesturing for her to sit down as well.

Jiang Zhaoyue sat down to his right, with the Silver Moon Heavenly Spear leaning against her side.

Lin Feng's gaze lingered on the two of them for a moment.

Jiang Yelan sat on the left, her black hair tied up high, her features cold and beautiful, her phoenix eyes seemed to hide a blade, but when she looked over, she was only focused.

Jiang Zhaoyue sat on the right, her brows and eyes cold and aloof, but when illuminated by the lamplight, they gained a touch of gentle warmth.

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and pulled the map closer to him.

"After our troops arrived twenty miles west of Blood Nest No. 1, we first set up camp, deployed defensive fortifications, and rested for a day."

He tapped his fingertip on the map, his tone calm.

"During this time, I will return to Hangu Pass again and use the alternate dimension to transport another batch of grain and clean water, in case the enemy attacks while I am away..."

"I will keep a close eye on their movements at the Celestial Realm," Jiang Zhaoyue replied firmly. "If they attack, we will defend our camp to the death and not retreat a single step."

Jiang Yelan only said two words: "Don't worry."

Lin Feng smiled as he looked at the two of them, who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy.

"There's no need to be so tense. I just thought about it again, combining it with the information left by the Blood Abyss Demon Sect in Blood Nest Number Seven..."

He drew a line on the map with his finger, from Blood Nest No. 1 all the way to the location of the Demon Sect's mountain gate.

"We might not even need to breach their defenses; with a bit of luck, we could win without even taking down Blood Nest Number One."

There was a moment of silence inside the tent.

Jiang Yelan frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Jiang Zhaoyue tilted her head slightly, a hint of curiosity appearing in her cool gaze.

Lin Feng didn't keep anyone in suspense.

"Actually, there is an unwritten rule between the Nightmare planes."

Lin Feng spoke calmly, as if he were talking about something everyone would have to face sooner or later.

"Once a war breaks out with the Demonic Sect plane, and they find that they have little chance of winning even if they rely on their main base for defense, they usually won't hold out to the bitter end."

"They will take the initiative to negotiate with the Demonic Sect, handing over the core of their plane and allowing the other side to destroy it, in exchange for the Demonic Sect not causing widespread damage to their plane. After all, the probability of dropping a complete plane core is only one percent, so it's worth the gamble."

He leaned back in his chair and continued.

"Moreover, once a plane is breached, it will not be locked again for a hundred years. In the future, the probability of the Demon Sect plane locking it will be much lower. After all, the opportunity to launch a plane war only comes once every hundred years, and it requires very expensive items."

"The Demonic Sect usually only uses this kind of opportunity on planes that have never been breached before."

"As for the Demonic Sect, they were happy to agree, since too many of their subordinates had died, and it would be a huge problem if they couldn't gather enough men for conscription."

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