N-M Chapter 120 Provocation in the Southern Seas
Chapter 120 Provocation in the Southern Seas
Lu Yan withdrew his hand, and the continuous explosions in the training field came to an abrupt end.
Looking at the astonished expressions on everyone's faces, a fleeting sense of satisfaction at his successful prank flashed through his mind.
Lin Chuxue couldn't contain herself any longer and rushed to Lu Yan's side in three steps, her bright eyes practically glued to his face.
"Tell me quickly, what are the build details? Rings, necklaces, or amulets? Is there a general build strategy? Can my '1 Health 10,000 Shield' build be done the same way, converting shield value into damage?"
Lu Yan felt a little dizzy from her shaking, so he had to give a general explanation of the equipment's attribute combinations.
Before everyone could recover from this unbelievable combat system, the tactical terminal on Xiao Qianyu's wrist emitted a series of rapid beeps.
An encrypted communication request was forcibly initiated.
On the screen, Li Tianshan's imposing face appeared.
"First squad, all members, assemble at the front-line command post immediately."
His voice was devoid of emotion, brief and forceful, and he hung up the call immediately after speaking.
The relaxed atmosphere in the training field vanished instantly.
The group exchanged glances, all seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes. Something that could elicit such a commanding tone from Li Tianshan was no small matter.
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Five minutes later, at the Northwest Front Command.
Above the enormous sand table, a holographic projection was lit, and the air was thick with the tense smell of gunpowder and metal. All the staff officers stood ramrod straight, the atmosphere so oppressive it felt like you could wring water out of them.
As soon as the first team entered, all eyes turned to them.
Without wasting words, Li Tianshan waved his hand and pulled up a video recording from the front lines.
The scene shifts, revealing a vast, boundless blue sea.
Between the sea and the sky, a massive, scarlet gate to a secret realm, like a bleeding scar on the earth, appears and disappears on the sea surface.
As the camera zooms in, dozens of speedboats are seen exchanging fire around the entrance to the secret realm. The colorful lights of various skills and the explosions of modern artillery intertwine, turning the sea upside down.
"An unclaimed secret realm that suddenly appeared on the southern coast of China three hours ago."
Li Tianshan's voice was low and filled with suppressed anger. "The fourth and fifth squads nearby were ordered to explore, but they were ambushed when they approached the secret realm."
He pointed to the sneaky speedboats in the picture, which were flying all sorts of flags that were not Chinese in style.
"The South Asian Alliance is a joint force of nearly one hundred awakened individuals from Indonesia, Malaysia, the Philippines, and other countries."
"The enemy came prepared, using marine life and the reef terrain to set traps. Both of our squads were seriously injured."
Li Tianshan switched the scene again, this time showing the tragic situation of the members of the fourth and fifth squads of Huaxia being rescued by friendly forces and brought back to the rear.
Everyone's S-grade armor was severely damaged; some had their chest plates pierced, and others had their arm armor melted. But strangely, everyone was still alive.
Li Tianshan pointed to a Chinese soldier in the picture being carried onto a stretcher, his chest still bleeding, and then his gaze turned to Lu Yan.
"If it weren't for those S-grade suits you brought back, they wouldn't even have any ashes left."
"But," he changed his tone, his voice turning icy, "the equipment saved lives, but not dignity."
The final image freezes.
A dark-skinned, muscular man stood at the bow of a speedboat. He was covered in flowing, liquid-metal-like scales and held a strangely shaped trident in his hand.
Beneath his feet lay a shattered tower shield, belonging to a Chinese heavy armored warrior.
The man looked up at the camera and said, in broken, halting Chinese, word by word, "China... divine equipment... ha, they're all... babies who can't walk yet!"
The video ended, and the command center fell into a deathly silence.
Zhao Lei's fingers gripped the edge of the tower shield so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His chest heaved violently, and a suppressed, beast-like growl escaped his throat.
"This Indonesian 'sea-dwelling' powerhouse named 'Basong' openly posted this video on the international dark web." Li Tianshan's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth. "When the news got back, more than a dozen squads in the Southern Theater Command jointly requested to fight, demanding blood for blood. I suppressed them all."
He knew very well that the enemy's tactics were unpredictable and they had the advantage of terrain. If he charged in now, blinded by anger, he would only increase casualties.
Li Tianshan's gaze finally settled on Lu Yan. In that gaze were anger, expectation, and above all, absolute trust.
He sent a top-level command electronic order directly to Lu Yan's terminal.
"First squad, all proceed."
"I don't want casualties."
"I want them... to vomit up double what they've eaten!"
Lu Yan did not respond immediately. He simply raised his hand and retrieved all the combat data reports for this ambush.
Tide records, ambush formations, skill release order of both sides, ocean current charts... a massive amount of information flowed before his eyes like a waterfall.
While the other team members were still consumed by anger over the humiliating video, Lu Yan's mind had already sunk into a cold sea of data.
His fingers swiped rapidly across the screen, and soon he noticed a detail.
The energy fluctuations of that scarlet gate to the secret realm exhibit a strange synchronicity with the local tides.
However, the seemingly perfect ambush area of the "South Asian Alliance" has a strange gap on the nautical chart. It's as if they are deliberately avoiding something, bypassing a sea area that looks unremarkable on the map.
There must be a reason behind this.
at the same time.
Deep within the unknown Arctic ice cap, a true battle of gods has reached its climax.
A towering figure stood tall, wielding a massive axe, his bronze muscles covered in battle markings. Each swing of his axe carried an overwhelming aura capable of cleaving mountains and rivers, splitting thick ice into bottomless canyons.
It was Chi You, the master of war.
Opposite him stood a giant composed entirely of seawater, controlling towering waves and glaciers. He was an ancient sea god belonging to the White Eagle pantheon, sent to probe the awakening of the Eastern deity.
But He never expected that he would run into the most unreasonable madman.
Chi You's battle axe clashed with the sea god's scepter, unleashing a light that annihilated everything. Ice sheets collapsed, seawater surged in, and the resulting giant waves were enough to engulf a continent.
This earth-shattering battle firmly drew the attention of the Western pantheon to the far north, while also securing a precious, undisturbed respite for China in the south.
China, Southern Theater Command Airport.
The first squad of seven, already dressed in full combat gear, silently walked up the gangway of a large military transport plane.