The question of whether to attack Mingsha Valley was quickly settled after the four Demon Soul Race spies had spoken.
Everyone reached a consensus: this battle had to be fought, and it had to be fought brilliantly.
Most of the Alien Race's main forces were now concentrated around the Hundred Severed Mountain Range. Even if Mingsha Valley deployed the remnants of the First Legion along with ten million ordinary aliens, it was still a weakly defended area.
As for whether this was a deliberate opening and trap laid by the Alien Race, no one present cared too much about it.
When it came to mobilizing several million or even tens of millions of soldiers, merely completing basic offensive and defensive coordination was already extremely difficult.
Trying to mobilize so many people to carry out a tactical plan and set up a trap was simply a fantasy.
During the discussion, the offensive and defensive arrangements were quickly made.
For the first battle at Mingsha Valley, the humans would send five hundred thousand soldiers to probe the Alien Race's defensive strength, then decide on the subsequent troop deployment based on the results.
"This is troublesome. I shouldn't have said I was willing to serve as the vanguard just now. Now they've actually assigned this task to me."
After leaving the Command Room, Dang Zhixian anxiously reviewed the information on his terminal, his brows knitting together.
The first wave of five hundred thousand soldiers would enter Mingsha Valley in three groups.
The first two groups would each have one hundred and fifty thousand soldiers, while the last would have two hundred thousand.
Perhaps because he had just boasted, Su Deben had actually left the position of commanding the first vanguard group to him.
"If I go up there and suffer a crushing defeat,