"Ancestor Chi You and his brethren are here specifically to guard our Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, preventing any attacks from behind by the various races."
Leng Shan followed Lin Zhan's gaze towards Chi You and his brothers, his eyes twitching slightly.
These ancestors were all terrifying figures at the Great Emperor level. Ancestor Chi You, in particular, was one of the three Human Ancestors, possessing semi-ancestor level strength.
In ancient times, the number of Great Emperors and semi-ancestors from the ten thousand races who perished at the hands of Ancestor Chi You was at least ninety-five, if not a hundred.
With these powerful beings guarding the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, anyone who dared to suggest this war would be easy was just fooling the village idiot next door.
Leng Shan sighed and said, "Old Lin, we don't need to say too much. When we're gnawing on the hard bones, remember to have your rockets on that side of yours bombard my brothers' positions for a couple of rounds."
Lin Zhan was taken aback, then looked at Leng Shan as if he were an idiot.
"Why the hell would I bombard for you? The commander of the rocket artillery corps is your dad. Besides, when war breaks out, only a fool would risk their brothers' lives to scout ahead."
"Old Leng, let me tell you the truth. Our Type 4 rockets and Type 5 missiles are sufficient to sweep across the entire Ten Thousand Races Battlefield five times over, even if it were ten times larger than it is now."
Leng Shan finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Holy crap, you should have said so earlier! Why did you have to make me worry so much? Actually, Old Lin, brothers aren't afraid of war or death, they're just afraid of being overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of the Ten Thousand Races Allied Army, leading to a death without dignity."
"Now that you, Old Lin, have such substantial resources, we brothers are at ease."
Lin Zhan chuckled and said, "That's right. I mean, I am Hua Xia's Lin Lao Hei. If I don't blacken and kill these sons of bitches from the ten thousand races, what face do I have to mingle in society?"
"Actually, now is the best time for us to attack. We can catch the Ten Thousand Races Allied Army completely off guard. Rommel currently has 80 million elites on the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield. With a surprise attack, we can eliminate this force in at most 48 hours."
"It's a shame our combat fortresses aren't built yet. If we were to start now, even if we wiped out this elite force of the Ten Thousand Races Allied Army, our current defenses wouldn't be able to withstand their counterattack."
Leng Shan nodded inwardly, thinking to himself: Following Old Lin's plan would indeed minimize the casualties of the soldiers. It seems choosing him as the leader back then was a wise decision.
"Old Leng, when we get back, have these high-level Dragon Mastiffs infect some of the Platinum and Gold grade War Mastiffs. Don't be stingy. We have special medicine prepared by Ancestor Yan Di. After the war ends, these dogs with rabies can recover."
"I know your family are all dog lovers, but the Ten Thousand Races Allied Army is too numerous, more than fifteen times the size of our human army. I have to use all sorts of methods to reduce our soldiers' losses. I'm counting on you."
Leng Shan was taken aback. Although he was a dog lover, he wasn't an idiot.
Besides, Leng family's mastiffs were the most loyal combat partners of the human race. The entire mastiff race didn't care about dying in battle, as they could give birth to at least five or six puppies per litter. Sudan Fiction Network
Immediately, Leng Shan cast his gaze towards the group of elders in the Leng family who had recently recovered.
These old men were ardent dog lovers and had opposed the spread of rabies since their arrival.
They were all boisterous, until Ancestor Chi You gave them a beating and they finally behaved.
It turned out Lin Lao Hei was speaking to these old men. This was convenient, as it would save him a lot of trouble explaining when he got back.
"Old Lin, don't worry. Although our Leng family treats war dogs as brothers, when it comes to the greater good of the race, we know where to draw the line. Rest assured, the Leng family will not hold back the human race, nor will they become sinners of humanity."
Lin Zhan was startled, then narrowed his eyes at Leng Shan.
Good heavens, they hadn't seen each other for two months, and Old Leng could now expertly manipulate others.
He had brought up the matter of racial righteousness. It seemed he had them completely under his thumb.
I always thought that only those with treacherous faces like Ying Xuan and Zhang Haoran could commit such acts of betrayal.
I never expected that you, Old Leng, with your honest and trustworthy appearance, would be such a master of this art.
Not far away, Chi You, seated under the Jian Mu tree, said to Yan Di, "Old Yan, did you see that? Your kid isn't exactly a saint either. Give him a few more years, and he'll be a troublemaker."
Yan Di sighed, "You're telling me, as if I have a solution. This kid has Gong Gong's bloodline. It's not surprising he's a troublemaker. He takes after his ancestry."
Chi You pouted and replied, "Yes, yes, you're right. Troublemakers do take after their ancestry. Why don't you consider whose bloodline Gong Gong inherited?"
"Gong Gong? Gong Gong isn't... isn't..." Yan Di's voice grew softer, and it was only then he realized that Gong Gong was indeed his descendant.
The two exchanged a look and walked towards Lin Zhan.
Seeing them approach, Lin Zhan and Leng Shan quickly stood up and bowed, "Greetings, two Ancestors."
Yan Di nodded and said, "Lin boy, how is the beastman race doing on your end?"
Lin Zhan chuckled and said, "Currently, the Strong Beastmen, Half-Beastmen, and Werewolf tribes are all in disarray, and wars have erupted across various planes of the beastman race."
"The most tragic among them are the Foxmen, who were almost wiped out. It was only with the intervention of the Tigermen that the remaining Foxmen were relocated to the Tiger clan's planes."
"The combined forces of the Strong Beastmen, Half-Beastmen, and Werewolves in the Ten Thousand Races Allied Army amount to nearly 200 million. With war imminent, the higher-ups of the beastman race dare not annihilate these three tribes.
"Moreover, Foxmen strategists and logistics officers within the beastman army have begun to exert pressure on the soldiers of the three tribes. It was only with Rommel's intervention that this phenomenon was stopped. Now, the beastman race's high command has begun an investigation and is negotiating with the rebellious three tribes. The overall combat strength of the beastman race has decreased by at least twenty percent."
Yan Di knew Lin Zhan's plan and was therefore not overly surprised by the outcome.
However, Chi You, who was unaware of the details, looked at Lin Zhan curiously and said, "You went to all this trouble just to cripple the beastman race's combat strength by twenty percent? Seems like a lot of effort for little reward."
Lin Zhan chuckled and said, "Effort? What effort was involved? Asgard did all the work. We just provided some goods and offered a few suggestions."
"But even so, half of these three tribes' resources and wealth have fallen into our pockets. And I've also laid a groundwork in the Bearman tribe."