Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2208 - 676: Final Battle Countdown [2]_6

"The Demon Clan is very clever. They want humans and the Sea Clan to fight fiercely. You see, there are two colossal ’Space-Time Rifts’ near the Divinity Theocratic State in the Kalimdo Plains. If the Demon Clan wanted to advance into the Aegean Hinterland, they could do so anytime, anywhere! But they didn’t; they came to the Donau Wasteland first, which means they want to deal with the Beamon first! The natural barrier of Dorott’s Yif Castle isn’t much to the Demon Clan; they could directly use the ’Space-Time Rift’ to enter the heart of Aegean and clean up the aftermath of the land-sea battle." Rommel lifted his head, his expression regaining its usual wisdom and sternness: "Richard, in the current situation, I was really doubtful whether you could hold on until March 4th next year! Because it’s already November now, and you still have to hold on for four months! Initially, I did have a lot of strategic ideas to tell you, but... after I came to Florence and saw the ’Nau Platinum’, I realized I didn’t need to say anything at all!

I thought I had figured out your mindset, but turns out I was off!

I completely overlooked what the core part of your plan is! I really underestimated your foundation!

Your strategic vision is indeed completely different from ordinary people, genuinely taking an unconventional path!"

"The Demon Clan is doomed." Old Liu pronounced with certainty: "No matter how many of them come."

"Thinking like that is dangerous! No plan is perfect; why don’t you consider, what if someone on the other side suddenly advances to Saint Xiao?" Rommel used a reed branch to point at Old Liu: "You better not underestimate the enemy."

"Isn’t that rather unlikely?"

"A commanding officer should assume anything is possible."

"We’ll see then; I’m used to taking things one step at a time."

"I must say, you genuinely frighten me." The handsome commander dropped the reed branch he was holding and stared blankly at his strategic map, then looked up at Old Liu: "Resisting the invasions of the strong armies from the Sea Clan, Demon Clan, and Underworld Clan across three planes, yet you still haven’t exerted your full strength until now. Merely with this resilience, it’s fair to call you the Aegean’s top general."

"Indeed, the current intensity of the war is far from meeting my expectations."

"Alright, putting aside the Demon Clan, how do you plan to deal with the Sea Clan? Your tactic doesn’t work on them."

"I have my own ways of dealing with them; just wait and see." Liu Zhenhan scratched his head: "There’s something I haven’t been able to figure out, just taking the chance to ask you now, why didn’t the Sea Clan face the salt shortage in the previous land-sea war, but this time they did? Human intelligence tells me that the entire Eastern Aegean has had its salt supply completely looted by the Sea Clan, they’re now even resorting to boiling manure to make salt."

"As far as I know, Eastern Aegean originally had mines of table salt, but they were depleted after being consumed for thousands of years." Rommel laughed: "This time the Sea Clan’s strategy was not thoroughly executed; right after Hai Mu coalition commander landed, he should’ve marched south to first occupy the Florendo Saline-alkali Forest. It’s not that they underestimated Beamon’s resistance capability, but rather they underestimated one person—you!"

"Don’t say that, this World War will only have one winner, and that’s the Tang Zang Empire whose arms trade is booming everywhere!" Liu Zhenhan shook his head: "Do you know how many Beamons have already died? When the Demon Clan first entered the Florendo Saline-alkali Forest, they didn’t harm the remaining old, weak, sick, and disabled, but this time they struck immediately! Along with those lingering outside Witherspoon and Sabak City, due to remote locations that couldn’t retreat timely, up to now, at least 200,000 Beamons have been lost! This doesn’t even count the warriors who’ve perished in battle!"

"Why don’t you talk about humans? Since war broke out, at least eight million humans have died! And that doesn’t even count members of other Aegean races! Just this loss number alone is forty times yours, and this number is still rapidly increasing at a rate of tens of thousands per day!" Rommel sneered and twisted his mouth: "After the Battle of Sword Peak, do you think the Sea Clan will suffer defeat quietly? I strongly suspect they’ll conduct a large massacre in Eastern Aegean to vent their anger, just wait and see!"

"Wars are truly terrifying." Liu Zhenhan muttered: "So do you have anything else you want to teach me?"

Rommel looked into Old Liu’s eyes, and said deliberately:

"End it as soon as possible!"

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