Don't Lose So Pathetically

The reorganized forces slowly came to life, like precision parts activating one by one and setting the entire machine in motion. Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion, as though it had all been arranged beforehand.

They had been discussing the situation on the sand table, but the atmosphere gradually turned grave, and the voices of debate grew quieter and quieter.

Viewed from above, Lan's forces looked like army ants searching for food, steadily pressing toward Western Europe while advancing into the heart of Asia from South Asia.

Like a long snake formation and an iron flood, the disciplined ranks bristled with killing intent.

"Quite interesting." Lin Shu stared at the forces moving across the sand table. The shifting colors on its surface were highly captivating.

"This is more than merely interesting." Li Lingfeng looked far more serious, his eyes fixed on the display. Around him stood the Ant Army Group's senior executives. Over the years, as the Ant Army Group had expanded, all of them had encountered war to some degree.

They could all sense the killing intent contained within it.

Zhao Min remained much calmer. She occasionally pondered as she watched the sand table. She was not skilled at war simulations, but she had seen the War Department's sand-table exercises many times. Still, this was the first time she had seen one on such a massive and complex scale.

"It's over," Chen Mo said beside her. "Wang Hai has lost."

The forces deployed by Lan began advancing faster. The difference quickly became apparent: their marching speeds diverged, and the vanguard accelerated, thrusting like sharp blades into the weakly defended lines. In an instant, a gap was torn open in the defenses.

Wang Hai's seemingly complete defensive formation instantly became riddled with holes.

Combat forces were gathering, and one major