Chapter 1080 - 386: Sorry, Dad, We Might Not Hold the Line

Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions began to waver.

They could easily defeat those of the same rank.

Meaning, once they coordinated, even with the numbers of Life Ghosts several times theirs,

they could normally resolve it with ease.

Finally, Wei Banmeng’s finger pointed to the sinister skull symbol representing Skeleton King Court on the sand table.

"The third, and most crucial point."

"Captain Fang chose the entrance of Skeleton King Court as the target, not randomly. Based on the intelligence we have, currently within Skeleton King Court, due to the issue with King Species, its core forces are in a state of withdrawal and observation, their main army has not proactively attacked but is retracting defenses, seemingly waiting for something."

"This is our once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Her gaze like a torch swept across the crowd.

"Seize its weakness to take its life! Before they complete internal adjustments and launch a full attack, with the thunderous momentum, push our military edge directly to their lair entrance, establishing the deepest, most forward, and stable strategic point."

"Once this point is established, advance, it can threaten the core of Skeleton King Court at any time, hindering their full support to other sectors. Retreat, it can be the forefront fortress for counterattacks, radiating control over large areas. Its strategic value far outweighs removing ten or twenty unrelated points on the periphery."

"As for your concerns about isolated forces advancing and exposed flanks..."

Wei Banmeng’s lips curled into a confident arc.

"As long as we break through fast enough, with a solid enough point established, then our flanks will be filled by reinforcements continuously coming from the rear and other sector brothers swiftly advancing."

"And our very existence is the greatest support and response to other battlefields!"

"As for risk?" Wei Banmeng surveyed the room, her voice resolute, "What war comes without risk?! But behind this risk lies huge gains that can pivot the entire Arctic battlefield, it’s the crucial step to securing the greatest possibility for the Human Race! This risk is worth taking and must be taken!"

"This...."

Wei Banmeng was clear and orderly, data comprehensive.

Her strategic analysis, like parting the clouds to see the sun.

Instantly dispersed most doubts within the command post.

The officers from Cold Bone Fjord were looking at each other.

The worry on their faces gradually replaced by a trace of guilt.

Yes...

They had been worn down by years of passive defense.

Gotten used to caution and conservatism.

Almost forgot that now is the moment for the Human Race to counterattack.

What Dawn brought was not only powerful troops, but a brand new, aggressive strategy.

Opened logistics line, elite units, anomalies in the enemy’s core....

All pointed to a seemingly radical, actually battle-opportunity-filled target.

The entrance of Skeleton King Court.

"Well said!!"

A shout as loud as a bell suddenly sounded.

Ji Wuya stood up sharply.

His face full of wrinkles had no trace of hesitation.

Those old eyes, experienced by times, now fixed intensely on the sinister skull symbol on the sand table.

"Everyone!!"

Ji Wuya’s voice echoed like thunder inside the ice cave.

"Captain Wei’s analysis is thorough, we’ve been bogged down by defense duties for too long, almost forgot what progress, what attack means!!!"

He slammed the edge of the sand table, the small flags on it jumping up!

"Captain Fang’s approach is right! No mistake at all!"

"For years, we’ve been like turtles hiding in shells, pressed and attacked by Life Ghosts, those days should end!"

"Now, we have the fastest supply line, the sharpest blade, and the enemy’s house is just in chaos!"

"The timing, terrain, and support are all on our side."

"If we don’t take the chance now..."

"Do we wait to fight from the coffin when we’re dead?!"

He looked at every officer in the command, gaze burning.

"Transmit my command."

"All soldiers in Cold Bone Fjord, from this moment on, are incorporated into the Dawn Corps operational sequence, follow Fang Qingyu’s command!"

"There’s only one goal... Kill!!!"

"Follow Captain Fang, break through three hundred miles of icy land and place our battle flag at Skeleton King Court’s gate!"

"For the Federation, for the entire Human Race, establish a bridgehead embedded in the heart of Life Ghost!"

"This battle! No retreat! Seeking death in life!!"

"Kill—!!!"

The fervent war cry instantly engulfed the entire command.

Also ignited all the officers in Cold Bone Fjord.

Caution? Conservatism?

To hell with it...

Follow Fang Qingyu! Follow Dawn!

Turn the heavens and earth upside down!

...

Meanwhile.

Inside the Arctic Great Wall.

In that familiar office.

Hong Qitian hummed a tuneless melody, leisurely tidying up the scattered documents on the desk.

Carefully placing several ancient books with severely worn covers into a specially made metal box.

Then picked up the purple clay teacup that had accompanied him for decades.

Carefully wiping it with a soft cloth, as if preparing to take them along.

The lead clouds outside the window still hung low, but the old man’s face bore a rare lightness.

Even a bit of relieved ease.

Like the immense weight on his shoulders could finally be lifted.

Just then.

Near the fireplace in the office, on the old leather sofa.

The air rippled subtly like water.

A figure appeared abruptly out of nowhere.

The newcomer looked about forty years old, with an ordinary face, dressed in faded clothing, as if he had just returned from working in the fields.

It was Hong Qitian’s son.

But consider now, the condition of this Human World’s strongest.

It seems not well.

He slumped on the sofa, chest heaving heavily.

Breathing heavily in large gulps.

Hong Qitian’s action of wiping the cup suddenly froze.

That relaxed and leisurely expression instantly solidified on his face.

He slowly turned around.

Gave Hong Qitian a cheeky eye-roll and jokingly cursed.

"You dog..."

"Why appear silently?! Trying to scare me to death?!"

However, this time.

The Hong Qitian slumped on the sofa did not, as usual.

Smile cheekily and banter with his old man.

But instead slowly raised his head.

With a calm gaze carrying a hint of apology.

He looked at Hong Qitian, lips moving as if trying to smile.

But eventually it turned into a sigh of apology.

"Sorry... Dad..."

"...We seem unable to hold on until the New Year."