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The situation had reached this point. It was no longer merely a battle, but an all-out war.

And in war, the impact one or two people—or even dozens or hundreds—could have was minuscule.

While most of the Rebirth Warband were busy outside, Lu PingAn's "sudden disappearance for several hours" drew little attention. Many were making final preparations for battle, or simply heading out to carry out missions.

Naturally, they had not noticed that Lu PingAn's team, the wolf pack, had orderly vanished for a time before reappearing.

Everyone was busy—preparing for battle, searching for separated family members, or helping build up the forts and strongholds.

".Interesting."

Before Lu PingAn lay layered defensive positions: Trench Barbed Wire at the outermost perimeter, towers and machine-gun emplacements in the middle, and War Machines and High-Level Professionals within the Inner Circle. In truth, High-Level Professionals had always been the deadliest weapons on the battlefield.

Not everyone was preparing for war in tacit cooperation. In any era, there would be no shortage of deserters and people who chose to flee. Yet at every moment, new East Country People joined them.

Everyone knew there would be no luck in this battle. The losers would lose everything. Perhaps dying quickly when the time came would even be a decent outcome.

Lu PingAn had not restricted the "freedom of action" of the various teams, even though he had already gained the recognition of most Professionals and teams. His battle with Stone Dragon that day, along with what had happened in recent days, had made Lu PingAn deeply understand what Professionals truly were.

Coercion? Temptation with benefits? Such methods had some value, but they were not very useful.

Survival had always been an adventurer's first priority. At a time like this, anything said was nonsense. Who did not understand