The Elf Race's actions gave Chu Fei a familiar sense of déjà vu. One of his clones contacted Jiang Hong, the head of the Ministry of Commerce. Lately, Jiang Hong's work had consisted entirely of diplomacy, with commercial affairs largely put on hold.
Seeing that it was Chu Fei, Jiang Hong readily accepted the call. "What is it, Master Chu?"
"You're joking, Senior Jiang. Forget the 'Master'; just call me by name. I wanted to ask: since the Elf Race has declared war, does Zhao State, as the foremost front line, need to make preparations?
For instance, Crescent Group produces Ultra-Pure Metal. I'm afraid it has already entered the sights of the Elf Race and the Werewolf Race."
"I was just about to discuss this with you. How about this: place nuclear bombs inside the company. At a critical moment, destroy the factories.
The factories can't be relocated for now, since they can supply materials directly to the front lines. That will have a major impact on the war.
But in war, before considering victory, one must first prepare for defeat. If the front line goes badly and we have no choice but to retreat, the factories can still serve as traps, luring in large numbers of experts before sending them skyward.
Of course, doing that would destroy a great deal of industrial equipment. The cost would be rather high."
Chu Fei laughed. "Then I want half the military merit for every elf and enemy killed in those factories!"
"Fine! Hahaha..." Jiang Hong laughed heartily, and loudly. He had been dealing with precisely these matters lately, and things had not been progressing smoothly.
In the face of war, most ordinary people in the front-line and near-front-line regions chose one thing—fleeing!
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