"Now, gather all the staff in the command center immediately." Lin Fan looked at Jin Lao and said with a smile: "Let us come up with a good combat plan for Chione!"
Mr. Jin chuckled: "Haha, okay!"
Half an hour later.
In the conference room of the Supreme Command Center.
The audience was filled with military staff members, and on the podium, Lin Fan had already informed them of the strength of the Winter Temple and the current situation of Chione.
"Everyone, this is what I think about the offensive route." Lin Fan turned around and put twelve red dots on the Great Wall of the North.
All are areas that are concave inward on the national border.
"Spread the gods of winter and deal with them one by one. The ten high-ranking gods will act separately and lead them to different battlefields."
"And the middle-level god, the middle-level god, will fight with me, the middle-level god of Daxia. On the same battlefield."
"The low-level gods will fight against the low-level gods on a separate battlefield."
"These twelve places are like pockets. As long as the gods come in, you can't escape easily. Moreover, we can also attack believers from three directions."
The staff members nodded slightly. In terms of intelligence, Lin Fan might not be as good as these top students from the military academy, but in terms of experience in fighting gods, Lin Fan was worthy of his place.
"Report!" A young staff officer suddenly raised his hand.
Lin Fan nodded: "Say."
"Why should the high gods be dispersed?" The young staff officer frowned: "This will lengthen our battle line and disperse our troops. Moreover, if any problem occurs, it will be difficult for the gods of Great Xia to support each other one-on-one."
"good question!"
Lin Fan smiled: "Indeed, this will disperse our forces and make it difficult for us to support each other."
"However, if we do this, we will also disperse the strength of the Winter Temple, making it difficult for the high-level winter gods to support each other."
"The key is."
"The winter released by the High God of Winter is a range of magic."
"If the God of Winter is alone, he is not terrible to deal with."
"But if there are multiple high-level winter gods... releasing winter not far away."
"Even those who have become gods at the same level will find it difficult to cope with the double winter unleashed by the two winter gods."
Lin Fan drew two circles with chalk on the blackboard.
The place where the two circles overlapped was shaded by Lin Fan.
"Understood?" Lin Fan looked at the staff officer.
"Understood." The staff officer nodded slightly.
To put it simply, the high-level winter god who masters powerful magic and can change the weather is like a mage who masters area-of-effect skills.
In a one-on-one fight, the damage is not high.
But if they are gathered together and the ranges overlap, the power of the extreme low temperature will increase sharply!
Lin Fan said solemnly: "If there is a group fight of ten versus twelve, we have no chance of winning."
"Spread out and challenge each other. With the ten gods of Great Xia, plus Oufang Brenda and King Arthur, even if the Winter Temple has two thirteenth levels, we are still somewhat confident."
"In other words, the biggest problem now is..." Mr. Jin frowned slightly, "the battle in the medium god realm."
"Yes. Daxia can handle the battle between high gods and low gods." Lin Fan nodded: "Only the middle gods fight against the middle gods!"
"Of all the middle gods in Daxia and the Gods Alliance, there are only twenty now."
"And the Winter Temple, one hundred and ninety-three mid-level winter gods!"
"There is almost a numerical difference of one to ten..." Lin Fan sighed: "I really can't think of a way. I called you here today just to see what methods you can come up with and what tactics you can come up with."
After Lin Fan finished speaking, he stopped talking and looked at the staff officers quietly.
To be selected into the Supreme Command Center, each of the staff officers present here is a unique talent!
Some are military geniuses who graduated from the highest military academies with full marks, and some are command wizards who have experienced large and small battles and won countless victories. Whether they are energetic young people or veterans with a murderous aura, they all have gaps in their chests.
Lin Fan was never arrogant, he knew his own worth.
He is good at killing gods, but not good at making plans.
So once something stumps Lin Fan, Lin Fan directly seeks help from professionals - relying on Daxia, it's not in vain!
The staff officers immediately took the map and started discussing in groups of three or five.
"Fight less and attack more. I think we should use surprise attack tactics. As long as we find opportunities..."
"Surprise attack is nothing!" A veteran shook his head and said: "Surprise attack is indeed to use less to hit more, but twenty to hit one hundred and ninety-three? Ten times the difference?"
"If you look for an opportunity, even if someone touches it while they are asleep, they will be beaten before the killing is finished!"
"Even if they are all wearing high-level artifacts, they can't fight ten of them one by one! Do you think this is Ip Man?"
"Then if their food and grass are cut off... damn, the gods have a vast divine domain. They don't need food and grass and supply lines, they just need to press forward!"
"That……"
A staff officer suddenly seemed to have thought of something and said to Lin Fan, "Is it okay to give me some medicine?"
If he could administer the medicine, with Mr. Zhang’s ability to prepare the medicine, not to mention more than a hundred medium gods, even a thousand would be poisoned!
Lin Fan's eyes lit up, and then he shook his head: "Chione is cautious by nature, and her conquest is imminent. Even if it is something given to her by North, she will not let her subordinates eat it, let alone eat it herself."
Chione was too cautious.
"Then what should I do...
..." The staff officer sighed and went back to continue the discussion.
Gradually, the originally noisy discussion became muffled.
Every staff officer went from being in high spirits to having drooped eyebrows. Even if they racked their brains to think, their eyes were still confused.
The gap is really huge!
Absolute strength gap!
Twenty, one hundred and ninety-three?
And they are both equally powerful and are both mid-level gods?
No matter how you look at it, this is an unsolvable situation!
Although Zhang Lao and other Daxia gods who have not yet entered the high-level gods have amazing combat power, they are only mid-level gods. In a head-on confrontation, they have to deal with the siege of three mid-level winter gods at the same time.
But one against three is not enough.
It’s not that Mr. Zhang and others are not strong, but the difference in numbers is too big!
This is not a gap that can be bridged by individual strength!
This is a real difference!
Although Daxia, under the command of Lin Fan, took one step at a time, it developed rapidly in the era of the arrival of the gods.
But I have to admit it.
In front of the divine interface, I am still too young.
Years of experience cannot be quickly caught up in one or two years!
Just facing the Winter Temple, I was helpless.
Daxia has no shortage of high-end combat power, and Daxia has no shortage of low-level god realms either.
One of these two represents Daxia's current limit, and the other represents Daxia's hope for the future.
But only in the middle god realm, which is the mainstay, Daxia still has an inescapable gap with the Winter Temple. This is the foundation of the ancient temple and the most backbone of a temple!
Daxia is like a rapidly growing cub, with a very high upper limit and rapid growth, but compared with the ancient temple, it still lacks foundation!
Looking at the silent conference room and the think tank staff who all bowed their heads and remained silent, Lin Fan sighed.
Is it still at this point?
When Lin Fan returned, he vowed to change everything.
He relied on mankind's sinister calculations against the gods, and relied on his understanding of the future to prepare for a rainy day. Lin Fan once thought that he had really done it.
Lin Fan even felt that maybe he could really help Daxia defeat the powerful temple by relying on his calculations and predictions.
But now... what Lin Fan least wanted to see happened.
The absolute difference in strength!
All plans seem so weak!
A gap that no human evil can erase!
It was like reaching a dead end. No matter how hard Lin Fan struggled, no matter how he planned, he could not change the subsequent failure.
Lin Fan said in a dry voice: "Once the battlefield of the middle gods fails..."
"Daxia will not be destroyed because I will come back to help after the battle with the high-level gods of Daxia."
"Members of the Divine Legion will also come to help."
"And with the desperate resistance of 70 million soldiers, and the Great Wall of the North as a barrier, they will never be able to step into Daxia."
"But..." Lin Fan said softly: "Daxia will suffer heavy losses."
"Lao Zhang and the other gods of Great Xia may be annihilated, but they will not escape! They will definitely fight until the last moment! Fight until they are exhausted and die!"
"Because they know that once the medium gods are not held back, nearly two hundred medium winter gods will go to help the high gods of the Winter Temple...the balance between the two high gods will be completely broken, and the gods of Great Xia will have to
Complete death! Daxia is completely finished!"
"The soldiers will also suffer heavy casualties. They will face the gods with human bodies without fear and hold them back!"
"Because behind them is Daxia, their home!"
"So, is there really nothing we can do?" Lin Fan's eyes turned slightly red as he looked at all the staff present, "Everyone, I beg you, please find a way!"
The whole place was silent.
Faint sobs could be heard.
The staff members lowered their heads, full of shame, and clenched their fists, as if they had seen Mr. Zhang and other Daxia gods being surrounded and killed by one hundred and ninety-three medium gods, and saw countless compatriots roaring and dragging the gods with artillery fire.
By the time the soldiers arrived, they were frozen by the cold winter.
"How to do how to do……"
"Why can't I be smarter?"
"There must be a way, there must be a way! Give me a few more minutes..." A staff officer grabbed his hair, his face flushed.
The scene was desperate for a moment.
Although the battle has not happened yet, huge losses seem inevitable!
suddenly.
"boom!"
Mr. Jin slammed the table, stood up, and looked around at the sobbing staff officers present.
With a majesty that has been on the battlefield for a long time, Jin Lao's eyes were filled with determination: "Why panic! Why cry!"
"Damn it, for the Temple of Winter, I, Daxia, have made so many preparations. I built the Great Wall of the North, the Roaring Barrier, and the underground furnace!"
"The Winter Temple hasn't even arrived yet, and you're scared to tears?"
"Damn it! If there is no other way, then die! This is the way!" Jin Lao narrowed his eyes and said to Lin Fan: "I will personally lead a million soldiers to guard the Great Wall of the North in the battlefield of the middle gods!"
"Mr. Zhang and the others can't stop them, I'll stop them!"
"I can't stop
Stop, millions of soldiers block it!"
"Even if you use your life to pile up, you will never let the gods take a step forward, and you will have to wait until you, the higher god, and the army of gods end the battle!"
What should I do if I can’t beat him?
If you can't beat it, you'll die!
But even if you die, you still have to take a bite of the enemy's flesh and blood!
This is the determination of a veteran. This determination does not come from the academy, but from countless battles and the love for this land!
This is also the bloody nature of Daxia people!
"But..." Lin Fan said quickly.
"Don't persuade me!" Mr. Jin said coldly: "That's how I got here back then! The troops I had in Vietnam back then were suicide squads sent to die!"
"Some troops are willing to die knowingly! But I, Daxia, am not afraid of death!"
Jin Lao's aura is like a rainbow. Although he is only a human body, he has the determination to face more than 400 mid-level gods!
Use your life to hold back those middling gods!
Each of the staff officers no longer looked sad and stood up one after another!
"I will lead the team with Mr. Jin!"
"I am coming too!"
"Isn't it just death? Then die!"
"Oh, who said we can't think of a way? This is the way!"
For a moment, the originally gloomy conference room became tragic and solemn.
Lin Fan's eyes were slightly red and he was speechless.
He wanted to refuse, but Lin Fan also knew that this was the only way.
What should I do if the medium gods of Great Xia cannot stop the medium gods of Winter Temple?
Either delay or let these mid-level gods of the Winter Temple help their high-level gods.
And just like Lin Fan said, Daxia can only hold them back at any cost, even if it costs them their lives!
Otherwise, once all the high-level gods among the gods of Great Xia are wiped out, it will be completely over.
And just when Lin Fan fell into despair, and when many soldiers were thinking of death.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
A laugh came from far and near!
"I can't wait to die."
"Are my current descendants in Daxia so stupid?"
"Who!" Mr. Jin suddenly widened his eyes and said coldly: "Who dares to insult the soldiers here!"
How dare anyone say that Daxia soldiers are stupid?
This directly angered Mr. Jin.
Lin Fan's eyes suddenly widened. At this moment, he felt a wave of divine power.
Lin Fan looked towards the distant horizon.
A golden light rises from the earth to the sky, and on the distant horizon, among the golden light gathering, a figure is faintly visible.
at the same time.
Mr. Chen's voice sounded on the intercom: "Severe fluctuations have been detected in Luzhou, and it is suspected that an ancestor has awakened!"
"The target is rapidly approaching the Great Wall of the North!"
And in the air, the feather fan scarf came out of the air.
Returning ancestors?
But in my memory, there is no ancestor returning now!
Thinking of what the other party had said before, Lin Fan immediately walked out of the window and bowed respectfully to the figure stepping into the air: "Student Lin Fan, I have met you sir!"
"It will help build relationships."
The golden light dispersed, revealing a weather-beaten face. Under the feather fan scarf, there was a pair of deep eyes.
His aura is not overpowering, he is only at the fourth level, and he is at the bottom among the gods of Great Xia. He has only just woken up from his deep sleep.
But there is an air of elegance.
"Literati?"
Lin Fan's breathing was slightly rapid. This inexplicably awakened ancestor was a scholar!
Very good!
What Daxia is lacking now is literati!
Shang Weitian is now in charge of the northwest production area, and is also responsible for the development of fifteen subsidiary planes, as well as armaments. He is already exhausted, and he has been looking for a literary ancestor to help him share the pressure all day long.
At the same time, feeling the opponent's fourth-level aura, Lin Fan suddenly knew why he had not seen this person wake up in his previous life.
Daxia in the previous life was already frozen for thousands of miles.
As a scholar, this person is not very strong. Even though he has been sleeping until now, he has only reached the fourth level.
You know, the longer you sleep, the better your strength will recover. When Lu Bu woke up two years ago, he was already at the peak of the ninth level, and the First Emperor, who woke up last year, started at the twelfth level!
Even Zhao Gao, who stole the fate of the Qin Dynasty, has been sleeping till now and still has ninth-level strength!
It can be seen that the strength of literati is generally not as good as that of Eastern warrior gods and emperors, of course, Confucianism is an exception...
Now that I think about it, in his last life, this humble literati ancestor might have froze to death in the cold winter and slept to death...
Perhaps this is also the reason why Lin Fan rarely saw literati wake up in his previous life, because ordinary literati were not as powerful as military generals, not to mention that they had to face the invasion and interference of various gods while sleeping.
Military generals relied on their tyrannical strength and physique to forcibly wake up, but countless literati ancestors died silently in their sleep.
Of course, Confucians are still not included in this list. Although Confucians are also literati, they are more unique...
Zhao Gao and his like who steal a country's national destiny are not included in this list. Although they are not military generals, they steal a country's national destiny for real. It is a good thing that can awaken the First Emperor to the twelfth level!
And unlike the previous life, the summer in this life is as warm as spring!
for a while
During this time, Lin Fan was extremely pleasantly surprised, and even more pleased - he did not expect to build three major projects, protect Daxia from the children of winter, and actually save a group of literati ancestors!
I don’t know how many literati ancestors will suddenly wake up in the future! Even Lin Fan who returns can’t predict it!
This was a sudden surprise.
But that's not important.
What matters is that this person seems to be able to solve the problem at hand!
Which of the literati who have left their mark in history is not resourceful?
Lin Fan looked at the appearance of the other party's Yushan Lunjin, confirmed that he had never seen this person before, and quickly said respectfully: "I dare to ask sir, are you Mr. Wolong?"
In the last life, Lin Fan had never seen Wolong's face.
I only saw a figure standing in the sky full of thunder and strong wind, with a feather fan slightly swaying, and a generous smile facing the gods.
Hearing Lin Fan's question, the man was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "What dragon?"
"It's okay." Lin Fan shook his head, feeling a little disappointed. After all, the number one resourceful man in Daxia is naturally Mr. Wolong!
Unfortunately not.
Moreover, this person should be in the era before Mr. Wolong, otherwise he must have heard of Wolong's name.
That was the greatest resourcefulness in the world, and all the counselors after him did not dare to speak out.
But it didn't matter. What Lin Fan was most concerned about was whether this person could solve the current dilemma. He quickly asked: "Why did you laugh before, sir?"
"Haha, on the three-party battlefield, both sides have to fight again. If you can't win on one battlefield, you will look so sad and angry. Why not make people laugh?" The man laughed, "I was half asleep, but I couldn't help but wake up laughing."
"It's very offensive and offending."
Lin Fan asked directly: "Sir, is there any way?"
"There is another plan." The man nodded slightly.
Lin Fan bowed quickly: "Sir, please come with me and explain it carefully!"
The man nodded slightly and smiled.
After most of the ancestors returned, they were still willing to help Daxia.
meeting room.
Mr. Jin looked at the scholar, his face still angry: "Humph, don't you have dignity when you think of me as a Daxia general? To say that I am a Daxia general without any plans is really..."
The man chuckled and said, "I have a plan to solve the situation at hand."
"You are so resourceful!" Mr. Jin's face instantly became extremely enthusiastic: "Quick, pour tea for sir! Sir, please sit down..."
"Haha, don't worry, let's settle this matter first." The man looked at the strategic analysis diagram on the blackboard, his eyes narrowed slightly: "The battlefield of the high gods, twelve versus ten, the balance is delicate."
"In the battlefield of medium gods, twenty medium gods, plus twenty sets of high-level artifacts, are still no match for one hundred and ninety-three medium gods of winter."
"In the battlefield of low-level gods, six thousand members of the divine legion, plus two thousand sets of medium-level artifacts, crushed 481 low-level gods of winter."
"Is that right?"
"Yes." Lin Fan nodded: "The only problem now is on the Zhongshen battlefield."
"Why does it have to be such a formal battle?" the man laughed.
Lin Fan was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"Does it have to be this high versus high, middle versus middle, low versus low?"
Seeing that Lin Fan still didn't understand, the man walked to the blackboard and slowly drew a diagonal line.
"Twenty medium-sized gods of Great Xia who are all wearing high-level artifacts can certainly not defeat the one hundred and ninety-three gods of winter who are also medium-sized gods."
"But, what if we face more than four hundred lower gods?"
"If one fights twenty, it won't be a problem, right?"
Lin Fan nodded.
Indeed, the gap between middle gods and low gods is like the gap between high gods and middle gods.
At the beginning, Poseidon's thirteenth level overwhelmed all the gods of Great Xia and almost killed twenty-one gods of Great Xia. It was not until the Great Sage and the First Emperor woke up, and Lin Fan advanced to the higher gods that they were finally defeated.
.
This shows how big the difference is.
The gap is almost one to twenty.
What's more, there are high-level artifacts per capita. To put it bluntly, even if they stand motionless and get beaten, those low-level gods can be exhausted to death.
"But the mid-level god of the Winter Temple..."
"I just heard that there are six thousand people in the Army of Gods," the man chuckled, and said with a confident tone that he had everything under control: "Facing one hundred and ninety-three medium gods, if thirty of them fight one, maybe
It’s a bit difficult.”
"But it doesn't mean you can't fight."
"But if you add two thousand sets of medium-level artifacts...to defeat one hundred and ninety-three low-level gods...you don't even need to defeat them, you just need to hold them back..."
For a moment, Lin Fan breathed rapidly and looked at this person in disbelief!
The staff officers also widened their eyes and felt like thunder!
A few words can actually solve the dead situation in front of me!
Is this the literati ancestor!
Lin Fan was immediately overwhelmed with gratitude, his heart was filled with joy, his mouth was filled with tears, and he bowed to the end: "Thank you, sir, for your advice, thank you, sir!"
Mr. Jin was also very grateful, but when he looked at the diagonal lines between the middle and the bottom and the bottom and the center on the blackboard, he always felt that something was wrong, as if he had known each other from time to time.
Mr. Jin quickly asked: "Thank you sir, do you know your name?"
The man shook his feather fan and chuckled: "Daqi, Tian Ji."
"You may have heard my story, it was a horse race..."
