I started with a portal, then turned around and handed it over to the nation.

Zhao Zhenguo looked at Lin Mo, his eyes no longer questioning, but filled with determination:

"Lin Mo, you're right. The system is pushing us, so let's show it that a cornered rabbit will not only bite, it will eat people."

"Now, each department will report on its operational plans and the status of its supplies preparation."

Zhao Zhenguo sat down again and spread the briefing on the "Goblin High Priest" out in the center of the table:

"This time, I want to see real heavy firepower coverage."

"Then I'll go first from the logistics department."

Liu Jianjun stepped forward and slammed the nearly worn-out calculator on the table.

With a "snap," it drew everyone's attention.

This logistics minister, who usually signs off on even the smallest screw, had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his dark forearms.

"Now that the road is wider, we can stop living that stingy life we ​​used to live."

Liu Jianjun pulled out a list covered in red circles from a folder, stuck it on the whiteboard, and the marker scribbled on it.

"The previous plan was out of necessity. Power was supplied by solar panels and generators carried by manpower, just like in the primitive society."

He pointed to the first line of the list, speaking with great enthusiasm:

"This time, I requested that two 500-kilowatt container-type silent diesel generator sets be deployed and pushed in directly by forklifts."

"And there's fuel." Liu Jianjun turned to look at Zhao Zhenguo. "We used to carry it in oil drums, but this time I'm going to use a tanker truck."

"Now that the camp is ours, it needs to look like a long-term base. The oil storage tanks must be buried, with at least fifty tons of diesel fuel stored."

"As long as there's enough fuel, there's enough electricity. With enough electricity, the camp over there can set up an electric fence, install radar, and even build a hot shower room for the soldiers."

His perpetually tense face relaxed:

"And refrigerated trucks! The meat we used to bring would spoil if we didn't eat it within two days. Now? I want the soldiers on the front lines to have fresh ribs for every meal!"

"I think it's a good idea."

Long Fei, who had been silent until now, interjected, leaning back in his chair and twirling the dagger in his hand.

"We're eating compressed biscuits every day, and our mouths are so bland. Minister Liu, if you can get the mess cart in this time, I'll kowtow to you on behalf of the special forces."

"Don't give me that." Liu Jianjun rolled his eyes at him, but couldn't help but smile.

"If you can just twist that priest's head off, I'll bring you the cooking cart, I'll even bring you the hot pot."

A low chuckle rippled through the conference room.

"Approved." Zhao Zhenguo waved his hand and signed his name on the document. "The logistics department will allocate resources according to the highest standards. If anything is missing, just get it directly from the war zone warehouse. I'll take care of the paperwork."

"Yes!" Liu Jianjun saluted, sat down, immediately picked up the calculator, and started calculating rapidly again.

"Old Liu's meager possessions are only enough to improve his life; if it really comes down to it, you'll have to rely on me."

Chen Yan couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up and plugged a USB drive into the projector.

The screen flashed, and a complex diagram of the vehicle's structure appeared.

"As soon as the door opened last night, I had someone take the data."

Chen Yan held a retractable pointer and forcefully tapped the outline of the tank on the screen.

"The Type 99A main battle tank is 3.5 meters wide and 2.37 meters high. We used to just drool over its tiny 2-meter-wide door. Now?"

He chuckled, his pointer tracing an arc in the air.

"Five meters by four meters, this is practically a fast passage tailor-made for us."

Chen Yan pressed the page-turning button, and a long list of equipment appeared on the screen.

"Since we have to fight a tough battle and guard against that magical plague, protection is the top priority."

"I suggest that the first wave consist of two Type 99A tanks, fully equipped with reactive armor. These things are tough and durable, and their NBC protection systems are readily available."

Chen Yan turned to look at Long Fei, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Captain Long, haven't you always complained about insufficient firepower? This time, we've got you all set."

"In addition to tanks, I have also prepared four Dongfeng Mengshi third-generation protected assault vehicles, with remote weapon stations mounted on the roofs and equipped with 35mm grenade launchers."

"And this too."

The screen then shifted to a camouflage-painted truck with a row of large launch tubes mounted on the back of its cargo bed.

"PHL-11 122mm wheeled rocket launcher".

Chen Yan's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Although it's a lightweight version, a single salvo can still cover tens of thousands of square meters. Isn't that swamp big? Isn't it shrouded in fog? Let's not go in, we'll just mow it down from the outside."

"I've also considered short-range air defense, the wheeled version of the HQ-17AE, to prevent any flying monsters from launching air attacks on the other side."

Long Fei stared at the steel behemoths on the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He sheathed his dagger, leaned forward, and stared intently at the parameters of the rocket launcher.

"Old Chen," Long Fei's voice was a little hoarse, "are you trying to turn that swamp upside down and plow it all over again?"

"What? You think it's too much?" Chen Yan raised an eyebrow.

"A lot?" Long Fei grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "Not much, not at all. This is the perfect cure for my 'fear of insufficient firepower'."

Zhao Zhenguo looked at the two men, tapping his fingers lightly on the table: "The equipment is fine, the key is the people. These big machines are too much for ordinary special forces soldiers to handle."

"Don't worry about that."

Wu Qian stood up from the shadows in the corner.

He was dressed in a black training uniform without any markings, and he looked lean and capable, with an undeniable sharpness about him.

"The selection process for the Night Watchman program was completed last month."

Wu Qian walked into the light, without any documents in his hand; all the data was in his mind.

"The engineering corps has 120 men, all of whom came from the front line of infrastructure construction units, and each of them signed a waiver of life or death."

"As long as the supplies arrive, a modern fortress can be built in that abandoned camp within three days."

"In terms of combat personnel, in addition to the special operations substitutes to support Long Fei and his team, I also specially selected the backbone of an armored combined arms battalion."

Wu Qian paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"Tank crews, artillery operators, radar operators... all were among the top three in the army-wide skills competition."

"They have been training in the simulator for half a month on the alien terrain, and can be deployed at any time."

"It's not just about people," Wu Qian added. "Given that we only have six days to prepare for this mission, I've activated a Level B mobilization order. All personnel have had their leave canceled, and we can complete the assembly tonight."

Zhao Zhenguo nodded, picked up his teacup and took a sip: "You've made preparations in advance, very good. Now that we have enough manpower and equipment, the chances of success for this mission are..."

"Sir, the chances of winning are probably not that high."

Wu Qian suddenly interrupted Zhao Zhenguo.

Chen Yan's smile froze, and the pointer in his hand stopped in mid-air.

Long Fei narrowed his eyes and looked at Wu Qian: "Old Wu, what do you mean? You've brought in tanks and cannons, and you still can't take down a bunch of goblins playing in the mud?"

Wu Qian turned to look at Lin Mo.

"Lin Mo mentioned a word in his report just now."

Wu Qian extended a finger and pointed it in the air: "Magic Plague".