739: Chapter 725: Target 739: Chapter 725: Target The situation has escalated beyond a re battle, and has now beco a full-scale war.
During war, the influence of one or two people, or even dozens or hundreds of people, is negligible.
When most of the Rebirth team was busy outside, Lu Ping’an’s “sudden disappearance for several hours” didn’t attract much attention…Many people were preparing for the final battle or simply going out to complete tasks.
Naturally, they also didn’t notice that Lu Ping’an’s team and the wolf pack had disappeared in an orderly manner for a while before reappearing again.
Everyone was occupied, either preparing for battle, searching for separated family mbers, or contributing to the construction of the fortress…
“…Interesting.”
In front of Lu Ping’an, the defensive lines were already established in layers, with the outermost trenches and barbed wire, the middle tower and machine gun positions, and the inner circle of war machines and high-level professionals…
In fact, high-level professionals have always been the first killing weapon on the battlefield.
Not everyone was silently preparing for battle; there were always deserters and evaders in any era, but every mont, new Eastern people joined their ranks.
Everyone knew there was no such thing as luck in this battle; losers would lose everything, and a swift death might even be considered a fortunate outco.
Lu Ping’an didn’t restrict the “free actions” of the teams, even though he had already gained the recognition of most professionals and teams…
The battle against Stone Dragon that day and the earlier encounters made Lu Ping’an deeply understand the true nature of professionals.
Force?
Temptation?
These thods had so value, but were not very useful.
Survival was always the top priority for adventurers…At this ti, any talk was pointless; who didn’t understand reason?
Everyone had their hopes, feeling that they shouldn’t die, and thinking that not participating in the battle wouldn’t affect the outco.
“…Our family has already…”
The broadcast channel was still propagating terror and hatred; at this ti, Lu Ping’an did not believe in “hope” and “trust,” but rather chose to rely on fear and anger.
He wanted everyone to know the consequences of failure, that there was no way out, that they were all driven by fear and had beco cornered wild dogs.
“…People have gathered quite well.”
From the results, Lu Ping’an’s approach was correct.
He couldn’t offer benefits to buy off everyone, nor had the authority to make everyone obey, but he could set up a common enemy for everyone and unite them under fear and anger.
Escape?
You can’t escape; the Aus people have strong tracking abilities, they were just toying with their prey…In the broadcast, countless victims used their past experiences to verify this fact.
Hide?
You can’t hide; this world is like a “large, locked room.” Once you’ve provoked the hoowner, do you think you can leave?
If not, then it’s just a matter of ti before you’re caught.
Negotiate?
The cries of the victims are still fresh in your eyes; do you think you’ll be an exception?
Lu Ping’an’s arrangent was simple and straightforward; in this peculiar battle situation full of “dispersed troops,” most intricate plans were destined to be aningless.
Stirring emotions and rallying morale…
Being able to interfere in the overall situation, his performance had already surprised everyone.
“Stay alive…” Soone on the lookout post tried to lift their spirits, even though they were restless and uneasy.
“I must stay alive.” Soone on the front line dug trenches, wielding their shovel with great force, as if to vent their fear and anxiety.
“My son is still waiting for to return…” Soone glanced at their pendant, which had a family photo on it.
Whether with spoken words or just exchanges of glances, everyone reached a consensus on survival.
Apart from the direct victims, they didn’t have much hatred; sympathy for others’ pain always had limits and expiration dates…
But their desire for life brought them together on an emotional and practical level.
The cruelty of the Aus people continued to be broadcasted.
Lu Ping’an used “intimidation” to speed up the gathering of the human teams.
He couldn’t command every team to share their resources or reveal his trump cards, but he could make them contribute their strength to the best of their ability under the pressure of “survival.”
In fact, this outco was even better than what Captain Qian and Wang Xier had hoped for.
They also tried to call for support from their companions in the broadcasts, using responsibility, righteousness, and even Wang Xier offering bounties (rewards), but in the end…
they still returned to Lu Ping’an’s plan, as facts and data proved that, at this ti, “fear” and “the will to survive” were more useful than anything else.
Righteousness and benefits?
They still needed a life to take them.
While martyrs and warriors could sacrifice their lives for justice, most ordinary people could only pursue other things after ensuring their own safety.
At the mont, craftsn were working hard to prepare weapons, warriors were honing their blades, and even low-level professionals were doing their best to serve the entire battleground.
Carrying loads, digging pits, and doing logistics work, tasks they would have never been willing to do before, were now eagerly undertaken.
They dared not stop, even though they knew these tasks wouldn’t have much impact on the outco, but sohow stopping felt like a cri.
Those “stories” from the broadcasts seed like Death Gods chasing after them from behind.
The experiences of each victim continuously suggested to them that, if they didn’t fight desperately enough, they could be the next one.
Placing bloody predicants in front of them, it made everyone willingly contribute all they could for a hint of life.
Without a doubt, Lu Ping’an was using an “evil path.” However, this evil thod was extrely effective now.
“Have you received any news from the frontline?
How long will they take?”
“They’re slow.
It may take another two days.”
Lu Ping’an nodded, but this wasn’t a good thing.
Slow progress ant that they were playing it safe, it indicated that they were gathering all the forces they could muster.
With neither arrogance nor rashness, they were preparing for a thorough decisive battle.
At this mont, Lu Ping’an also noticed the fatigue and tension on everyone’s faces.
Oozing anxiety, emotional distress, and dark circles from sleepless nights.
While anxiety pushed everyone to work hard, it also oppressed and drained their spirit and physical strength.
There’s no perfect strategy or tactic; making any choice would always result in losing the possibility of another choice.
“I am Lu Ping’an, the temporary Commander-in-chief for this battle…”
At this mont, Lu Ping’an, acting as the administrator, suddenly used his authority to interrupt the “story” that was being played.
“…Our enemies are getting closer.
In two days, or perhaps three, or even earlier, we’ll face a fierce battle, a war that will determine our life and death.
The Aus people have gone all out…”
Lu Ping’an’s words made the audience even more anxious and tense.
Actually, the intelligence had spread long ago; in this loose organizational structure, everyone was tensely collecting information from various sources.
Even Lu Ping’an didn’t doubt that many “civilians” knew more about the battle situation than him, the acting commander-in-chief.
Announcing the arrival of war in advance might increase deserters.
Lu Ping’an’s actions left the observers puzzled.
However, most people would still listen to what he had to say.
Emphasizing the cruelty and horror of the Aus people to prepare everyone for war?
In fact, everyone already knew it.
Their unrelenting preparation was their answer.
Discussing the huge interests of this land?
Whether they were willing or not, everyone was bound together, unaware if the spark when the “fuse” burned out would be a “celebration cake” or “death gunpowder.”
Perhaps, these words might be useful, but they would not be too useful.
Lu Ping’an paused, he considered what to say.
There were many facts he could ntion, many emotions he could stir up.
He could describe the enemies as sinister as invaders entering a village or speak of the benefits of war as if they were gold on the ground.
But these had little significance.
They didn’t need to be pushed any further.
They had tried hard enough.
Many of them hadn’t had a good sleep for a long ti.
Their bloodshot eyes and dirt-filled fingernails were their answers.
There was no need to call for more reinforcents.
Those who should have co were already here.
They were tired, exhausted, and what they needed was just a word, a promise, a single phrase.
“I, Lu Ping’an…”
His calm words rang in everyone’s ears.
The voice wasn’t loud, and the person speaking was very young, like a scholar still studying at school.
But the confidence in his expressions…
No, the kind of straightforwardness that seed like speaking the truth had an inexplicable persuasive power.
At least, they could hear what he intended to do.
“…will bring you back.”
Simple words, without the need for additional topics or flowery language.
Young Lu Ping’an just plainly stated his goal.
“Win this battle, and we will…”
That one word was already enough for the people of the Eastern Country.
“…go ho.”
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