Naming Technique of the Night - Chapter 1922 - 991: The Final Journey (Part 3)

“Of course, it’s the Puppeteer Zong Cheng,” the Fifth Princess said meaningfully. “Recently, the Eastern Continent has been battered and overwhelmed by the Duke of Storm City and my father. I’m afraid many have forgotten that there’s a deadly spider lurking in the shadows.”

“Thank you,” Qing Chen turned and boarded the Fifth Princess ship across from them. “When the war ends, I’ll visit you in the West Continent.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not as hot-headed as Wang Xiaojiu; otherwise, I’d be quite scared,” the Fifth Princess waved him farewell, while Marquis Bolton wept on the spot.

The Fifth Princess wiped away his tears, “Don’t cry, okay?”

“Back then, you saw in the fragment of my destiny that I became a Duke?” Bolton stopped crying and suddenly asked, “Who bestowed the honor upon me?”

The Fifth Princess smiled, “I was the one who bestowed the honor upon you.”

She looked back at the quickly ascending ship, Fifth Princess, seemingly having long foreseen the end of destiny.

At this very moment.

In the southwestern wilderness, a young man was walking along a path. Looking at the spectacular mountain scenery before him, he sighed, “The Shu Road is difficult, more difficult than ascending to heaven. This path corresponds to the Outer World’s Shu Road, longer, steeper, yet the Parents’ Meeting managed to traverse it.”

He followed the path once taken by the Parents’ Meeting, first visiting the Great Sadness Temple, then followed the trail to the battlefield where Yangyang destroyed the war robots. “It’s terrifying, indeed. I’m afraid the old king of the West Continent never anticipated that his meticulously crafted and hidden war robots would meet their Waterloo. First, they encountered an old monk outside the Five Elements, then a girl outside of destiny — truly tragic, too tragic.”

In the midst of speaking, he walked through the desolate battlefield ruins, finally reaching the deserted Jian Menguan.

Standing on the ridge, gazing at the expansive southwestern region ahead.

He glanced back, unexpectedly followed by over a thousand people.

In the first row behind him, twelve old men stood expressionlessly, their appearance extremely aged with white eyebrows drooping on either side of their cheeks.

Behind the old men were over a thousand barefoot laborers, carrying countless scrolls.

The young man laughed, “The show is starting; this time should not fail, right? I just didn’t get the space ring from Chen Yu, and now I have to carry so many scrolls wherever I go, it’s a bit degrading.”

The mountain wind howled past, and a thick fog rose in the mountains, enveloping them within.

…

…

Inside the command vehicle, Zero watched messages from the front lines. The frontline troops led by Qing Yu were being constantly annihilated.

Just as Qing’s Family troops thought the orc army only engaged in close combat, they began to carry heavy firepower weapons and were even accompanied by fighter jet bombings.

Now, no one could find the location of the Storm, yet the carrier-based aircraft from the Storm continued to assist the orc army in advancing.

These beast soldiers could even perform precise laser guidance and electronic beacon guidance, and once the military facilities they targeted were locked, they would immediately face strikes from the Storm City air force units!

Once the twenty-thousand-plus A-Class Orc army transitioned into a modern warfare mode, Qing’s Family troops could only be mercilessly crushed on the front battlefield.

But Zero didn’t care about these; she merely issued commands calmly: “Units 127, 128, 129 hold the position, must defend the New Riverfront Line, units 181, 182, 183 continue moving north, do not disobey orders.”

After a long time, Qing Yu called and questioned, “Why not order a retreat? In the northern mountainous terrain, our mechanized units can’t maximize their advantage. Asking them to hold their positions and continue north is like sending them to death. Qing’s Family Soldiers are not afraid of death, but not to die in vain this way.”

Zero replied coldly, “The West Continent force relies on the Storm to penetrate deep alone. Even if the orc army carries heavy firepower, they can’t carry much. Your unit’s most important task is to deplete their heavy firepower. I never expected to rely on you to annihilate them. Only by depleting their heavy firepower can follow-up support enter the battlefield.”

These few words were exceedingly cold, instantly defining over a hundred thousand people as cannon fodder.

Qing Yu remained silent for a long time, asking, “If this is meaningful, then we will execute.”

After hanging up, units 181, 182, 183 immediately moved northward without any hesitation.

In the wilderness 310 kilometers north of City No. 5, the Qing Family’s 127-unit drones were weaving through the forest.

drones, using a precise matrix, covered and monitored the entire forest. If there was any movement, it couldn’t possibly escape detection.

However, typical tactics weren’t very effective against the average A-Class orc army: Cliffs impassable by normal units, they could climb directly. Rivers impassable to usual units, they could swim across, ignoring the man-eating fish in the water.

Some rivers stretched over a thousand kilometers, and you never knew from which stretch they swam across.

Beneath cover, a soldier wiped his well-hidden metal storm and checked its fully loaded magazine. He said to his comrade beside him, “I overheard the operational planners chatting while eating, they say we’ve become cannon fodder…”

“What do you mean?” the comrade inquired, puzzled.

“They said privately that our purpose here is to deplete the limited heavy firepower held by the orc army. Support would only arrive once the heavy firepower of the orc army was depleted.”

The comrade instinctively asked, “Did they mention if we can win?”