"Let's achieve our first strategic objective first."
As Meng Gang finished speaking, Lin Zhan said happily, "Old Meng and I are on the same page."
"Since we can't place the initial battlefield in the Necromancer Plane, let's put the battlefield in the American Special Zone first, forcing the Necromancer race to send troops and create friction, giving us a reason to declare war."
Everyone nodded in agreement upon hearing Lin Zhan's words.
He Dazhuang stood up and said:
"Old Lin's intention is to stir up trouble in the American Special Zone, entangling the Americans, the undead, the resistance, and our hidden agents. Then we'll launch a pincer attack, targeting the Necromancer race."
Lin Zhan nodded, a satisfied expression on his face.
"As expected of my old brother, you know my thoughts."
"Dazhuang is right, that's exactly what I plan to do, and I've already found the best excuse."
"I've arranged for some veteran actors to play Patriarch Yulong Yan. What do you think, if this ancestor of ours were to be attacked by necromancers in the American Special Zone, could our Huaxia go to war?"
When Lin Zhan finished speaking, the assembled men's eyes lit up, and they exclaimed:
"Why even ask? We'd fight with our lives on the line. They dare to touch our ancestor? We'll fight them to the death, those sons of bitches."
Ying Xuan pondered for a moment and said with a sinister smile:
"Old Lin, before you do this, you need a better excuse. Otherwise, Patriarch Yan can't just go to America for no reason."
"Also, you need to be wary of the Myriad Races Battlefield, lest Rommel, that cunning fox, backstab you."
Lin Zhan and the young Taoist priest exchanged glances. Then, the young Taoist priest said with a mischievous grin:
"I've already spread the word that Patriarch Yulong Yan couldn't bear the loneliness and solitude at home and decided to seek warmth in the American Special Zone, and also to check on our brothers in the organization."
After the young Taoist priest finished speaking, everyone was stunned.
Wang Er Zhuang said, dumbfounded: "Ming, you're more amazing than second brother. You're letting the ancestor go to 'find comfort,' you're the boss."
The young Taoist priest tilted his head back, a proud expression on his face.
"This is the best explanation. Who in the myriad races doesn't know that Patriarch Yulong Yan has a relationship with Patriarch Jiuli Mei'er? However, Patriarch Chi You doesn't think highly of Patriarch Yan. If not for the two great emperors, Patriarch Yulong of the past and Patriarch Ying Long, holding things down, Patriarch Yan might have been buried alive by now."
"Therefore, Patriarch Yan is afraid that Patriarch Mei'er will find out, so he dares not fool around at home and can only go to that 'Great Beauty' (America)."
After the young Taoist priest finished speaking, the assembled men unanimously gave him a thumbs-up and said, "Talent! What's most important in the 26th century? Talent is most important!"
Afterward, everyone secretly resolved never to offend this harmless little fat man in the future.
This kid had more rotten ideas in his belly than Old Lin Hei.
Jiang Zheng looked at the chattering crowd and shook his head helplessly at Lin Zhan. "Old Lin, Old Ying, and I will go to the Myriad Races Battlefield to help you."
Lin Zhan thought it over carefully and said:
"Old Jiang, you and Hao Ran can't go. Hao Ran needs to lead the Heavenly Master's Mansion's Taoist soldiers to deal with those necromancers. Old Jiang, you and Old Leng need to review and record whether our current tactics are feasible."
"Moreover, I've already sent Zhang Dabiao to scout ahead. You need to help them refine the tactics. As for the Myriad Races Battlefield, Old Ying and Xiao Ming will go with me."
"Don't worry, Rommel isn't stupid. If we're not ready, he might not be ready either. I'll be fine with the Grand Shang Ancestral Court Guard and Old Patriarch Li Siyi's Mo Dao Army. Nothing will go wrong."
After Lin Zhan finished speaking, Jiang Zheng and the others had no choice but to agree. After all, if things went south here, Rommel would definitely launch an offensive on the Myriad Races Battlefield and press forward with the allied forces of the myriad races.
Xiao Hanyi nodded upon hearing Lin Zhan's words.
"Then let's get to work. Zhan Long and I will lead our men to clear the path for you tonight. If we can hold steady here, Old Lin will be safe."
Xiao Hanyi said to everyone decisively: "Since everyone has decided, let's act."
He nodded at Bai Zhan Long, and the two of them got up to leave.
Lin Zhan watched Xiao Hanyi and Bai Zhan Long's movements and said:
"Old Xiao, clear the path first when you get there, don't rush into action. I'll go to the Ancestral Court again tomorrow to report our plan to the ancestors. Once the ancestors arrive, then you can act."
As soon as Lin Zhan finished speaking, he saw Yamata no Orochi supporting Shang Tang and Di Xin, who were leaning on canes, as they entered.
The crowd was startled by the appearance of Shang Tang and Di Xin.
These men knew Shang Tang's combat prowess. When this ancestor was slaying emperors of the myriad races.
He killed them one by one, his belt adorned with heads.
Lin Zhan looked at Shang Tang with a bewildered expression. "Ancestor, are you just playing dress-up? Looking at you and Ancestor Di Xin, you look like cosplay's 'crippled and incomplete' duo."
Yamata no Orochi pouted and said, "Uncle, don't flatter him. This isn't cosplay at all. He was beaten by his father."
Shang Tang looked at Yamata no Orochi in confusion. "What's cosplay? It doesn't sound like a good thing."
Lin Zhan quickly asked with curiosity, "What cosplay is, isn't important. But were you dealt with by Ancestor Zhu Kui? So, are Ancestors Chang Ruo, Cao Yu, and Zhu Kui all revived?"
Before Shang Tang could speak, Yamata no Orochi quickly confirmed:
"They've all been revived. Uncle, you don't know how fierce these three old fellows are. Even Zhu Kui, who is also a foundational power, treats the mighty Shang Tang like a son."
Shang Tang mumbled indignantly, "What do you mean 'like a son'? That old geezer is my father."
Lin Zhan's eyes lit up instantly, and he excitedly said to everyone: "Holy cow, what do we have to fear now? With this backing, we'll bleed anyone who doesn't submit!"
"Old Xiao, Zhan Long, you go tonight. Da Zhuang, Er Zhuang, Zhang Cong, Leng Shan, and you four brothers, arrange things at home and then bring your men. "
"Especially Da Zhuang and Old Zhang, bring all your skilled men who are good at handling Qing Zi Liang. When you get there, tie up everyone of value and status, and we'll get some ransom money first."
"Let Xiao Ming go with you. This kid is cunning and good at scheming. This time, I'll make these hostages pay ransom with their underpants."
"Old Meng, wait a moment. I'll recall Ancestor Meng Tian's third army. You'll go with your ancestor."
Upon hearing Lin Zhan's words, the crowd knew they had strong backing this time.
They then stood up and declared: "Boss, don't worry, we will not fail your mission."
Thus, the tough bandits of Huaxia, after their expedition to Fusang, once again sharpened their knives and set their sights on the "Great Beauty" (America).