Dylan Blanco’s mood has been far from pleasant lately.
Even though he was promoted to the rank of Colonel a month ago and beca the temporary Commander of the Third Legion, leading an elite army of over 6,500 troops.
However, all this has not beco an aid but rather a pressure, heavily weighing on his mind.
There’s no choice but to bla those monsters for being too ferocious.
As the influence of the Black Mountain Goat continues to expand, the white devil army has also multiplied.
There are so many that a single Third Legion cannot possibly hold them off.
Even when the Cabinet dispatched two more elite legions of no less than 5,000 troops upon learning of the situation.
But keeping a region with a radius close to 100 kiloters tightly sealed, preventing any monster from slipping through, is easier said than done.
Forget just a re 10,000 people; even ten tis that number wouldn’t be enough.
Fortunately, with the help of the Transcendents from the Star Alliance, the area has been temporarily secured.
Dylan doesn’t know how they did it; the power is too magical, and he can only attribute it to the likes of legendary Magic.
Yet, even so, his anxious heart hasn’t settled in the past few days.
Because the influence of that damned Black Mountain Goat projection is still expanding outward.
If this continues over ti, the consequences will multiply exponentially.
Star Alliance personnel say the Black Mountain Goat is currently just a projection, unable to be attacked or taken down.
But Dylan doesn’t believe it, or rather, he’s been pushed to the brink and has to take risks and try anyway.
He once sent a team to attempt to get closer.
But before they could even get off the helicopter, all team mbers were infected and turned into those white monsters; ordinary people can’t get close at all.
The base had also launched remote cruise missiles.
But the result was just like what the Star Alliance said; they couldn’t hit the actual Black Mountain Goat, as it was indeed only a shadow.
Currently, Dylan, as one of the High-level Commanders at the front lines, is naturally one of those bearing the greatest pressure.
Cabinet letters are almost piling up on his desk, their sharp language making him feel uncomfortable.
Dylan thinks that if that Black Mountain Goat doesn’t co soon, he will end up as the goat — the scapegoat.
"We can’t retreat any further! Behind us is Oster City! The population there is far larger than in previous small towns, making it impossible to relocate quickly!"
In the operational planning room, a strategist sternly spoke to Dylan at the head seat.
In front of him lay the detailed map of the entire nearby area.
Unlike the Star Alliance, which often uses holographic projection, Australia generally uses the most ancient paper maps when discussing military intelligence.
It’s not that they are unaware that holographic projection maps are more convenient.
Like other nations, until the technology is thoroughly understood, no one dares to use it carelessly in military fields.
Thus, including Hurricane Bureau Director Lune, commanders like Dylan are not allowed to use Starry Mobiles.
Currently, everyone is discussing the issue of the defense periter expanding once again.
Clearly, a 100-kiloter radius defense periter is already their limit.
As it grows, each incrent in radius will increasingly impact them.
"No! If we don’t continue retreating, you’ve seen what happens to those inside the periter — do you want the warriors to turn into those monsters!?"
"But continuing like this isn’t a solution either! Now it’s a 200-kiloter diater, what next? 300 kiloters, 400 kiloters? How many 400 kiloters does Australia have for us to retreat to? What happens to our citizens then? Are we supposed to run to the sea to hide?"
"Then what do you suggest we do? We can’t fight, we can’t leave, what do you expect us to do!?"
"Sigh... how about... let’s ask the Star Alliance again, don’t they really have any solutions? I feel like they’re hiding quite a few tactics that could help us..."
"Yes, I think we should organize another eting with them, have them share more intelligence with us. We are allies now, facing such a formidable enemy, surely there’s no reason for more secrecy?"
"..."
The operational planning room was filled with the bickering of several strategists.
Even though it is called a planning room, it’s very basic, just a blue canvas shelter with not a speck of decoration.
But you can’t bla them for this.
Anyone who has changed camps seven tis in a month wouldn’t waste effort on these temporary structures more.
Since even if built, they will be dismantled after a while.
No need for Jannan to remind them; the reality is right before their eyes, even the dullest person can understand.
In the room, Dylan sat solemnly in the top seat, silently listening to the remarks of several strategists, his expression sour.
These people move their lips easily, but all the difficulties ultimately fall on him.
He feels that General Valdis giving him temporary command here is to let him take the bla for him?
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