Get Into Position! On the Eve of the Counterattack!

"What do you want to eat tonight? This is your last chance. Starting tomorrow, we'll be on Combat Readiness."

"When the battle is over, the only thing anyone can eat when they're hungry is instant noodles. Forget about anything else good!"

At 7:30 in the wasteland, after confirming that everything was on track, Su Mo was unusually free to sit on the open-air deck on the second floor.

All plans have been completed, and humanity is making intensive preparations, waiting for the final day of the tsunami to sound the horn of Three Races War.

On the other side, the conflicts between the Land Alien Race and Ocean Alien Race have temporarily subsided today due to yesterday's clashes.

Although there are occasional minor frictions, nothing major seems to have happened on the surface.

Of course, Su Mo knew.

This tranquility cannot last long; it is very likely that the storm will arrive sooner than expected once the alien races realize the human's plan.

But before that, at least tonight, humanity will have one last peaceful night to fully recover its energy and strength.

"Moore... Moore wants to eat hot pot!"

Moore, who was sullen during the day because a large number of shells had been dismantled, instantly turned starry-eyed and drooled when he heard about food.

This pathetic display naturally drew a disdainful sneer from Oreo standing nearby.

Surprisingly, Oreo didn't object. After thinking for a moment, he nodded his dog head.

Seeing that Connie and Big and Little Spark had also cast their votes in favor, Su Mo immediately stood up and strode towards the kitchen below deck.

After about half an hour of preparation, Su Mo chose the Main Deck as the location for the final feast.

The alien soldiers, who had been busy all afternoon, also benefited from the situation.

Although they only received scraps of ingredients, the broth was so fragrant that it tasted delicious even when dipped in shoe insoles.

As a result, after Su Mo announced that dinner was served, these alien races devoured the food in a whirlwind, and one could even hear many of them biting their tongues and making whimpering noises.

Sitting at the main table, watching the four little ones and Connie enjoying their meal, Su Mo raised his hand, picked up a bottle of sake from the table, and stood up.

"It's okay, you guys eat. I don't have much of an appetite today!"

With a wave of his hand, Su Mo climbed the stairs all the way to the fourth floor of the Main Deck, where the Firepower King was located, and slowly sat down.

This place is the highest point on the Hope, and also the "quietest" place.

Sitting here, you can gaze into the distance at the shimmering sea and see the bright moon floating on the water.

"I wonder what the villagers are doing today. Iron Stone Mountain is near the sea, so there shouldn't be many alien races that would be so blind as to attack it!"

"The Tundra Fleet is currently in a difficult situation due to its large number of people, but with the weapons I've provided, they should be able to hold out until I get there. Don't worry!"

"However, what exactly is the winning formula that those large human shelters possess?"

As Su Mo sipped the sake in his hand, his thoughts gradually drifted away, flowing with the seawater to distant places.

Maritime Theater 308.

This is the current location of the Tundra Fleet.

After several days of sailing across the ocean, although the fleet's progress was delayed, it still slowly drifted into the edge of the Third War Zone, propelled by the sea breeze.

Contrary to Su Mo's expectations, the Tundra Fleet, which had been lifeless for the past three days, was now, like the Hope, lit up and began a feast tonight.

"Commander Lu, this toast is for you. I never knew our fleet had such good stuff!"

"If we had known beforehand, we wouldn't have bothered running around. We would have just gone straight to confront these alien races and crushed them!"

"Exactly, you guys don't know, these aliens were so terrified when they saw our machine gun fire that they didn't even have time to react when we used crossbows to fire."

"It's a pity that 3,000 of the Ocean Alien Race escaped quickly and we didn't catch them, otherwise we would have wiped them out in this wave!"

On the Main Deck of the Tundra, a large table was set up.

Seated around the table were the captains of the large ships of the Tundra Fleet.

At this moment, the dishes on everyone's plates were not very plentiful, and the tea they held in their hands was just weak tea brewed with hot water.

But after a while, the tea started to taste a bit like celebratory wine.

After deciding to fight at seven o'clock in the morning, all the captains were decisive and by noon they had come up with a complete attack plan.

After four hours of buildup, the battle officially began at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Before this battle, Zhang Long, as the data manager, provided a data model.

According to model calculations, even if the Tundra Fleet wins, its damage rate will be around 25%.

In other words, based on the current number of people in the fleet, at least 15,000 people will inevitably die in this battle.

Compared to the 10,000 of the alien race, winning this battle with 1.5 times the number of people is definitely a rare and great victory in the wasteland.

But as it turns out, all the captains were still "naive"!

When Lu Yongyi initially requested that the Tundra be at the forefront of the plan, everyone thought he just wanted to lead by example.

As for the actual attack methods, everyone thinks that each large ship is basically the same.

Aside from shooting with bows and crossbows, they would throw heavy objects down from a height, or, if all else failed, throw some homemade explosives.

Even if the Tundra had firepower, it wouldn't have much. To really cause damage, you'd have to fight face-to-face in close combat.

However, when the battle horn sounded, just as the raft warriors at the front and the Ocean Alien Race were about to clash...

Amidst the "horrified" gazes of all the captains, a "ringing" sound rang out on the Main Deck of the Tundra!

After several days of boarding and disembarking, everyone was familiar with the Tundra and thought they had a clear understanding of its combat capabilities.

But at this moment, seeing the modern weapons spewing flames wildly on both sides of the Tundra's Main Deck, they were dumbfounded! And the Ocean Alien Race below were equally dumbfounded!

This was a massacre, a direct massacre caused by a mismatch in combat strength!

Question:

Our side was armed with wooden sticks, long knives, and many were even unarmed, while the enemy, positioned on higher ground, fired machine guns, rifles, and pistols to finish off the attackers, and had plenty of ammunition.

What price must be paid to break through this line of steel weapons? This is a question filled with sacrifice from both sides.

The Ocean Alien Race paid a heavy price for the answer to this question, losing over 1,800 men in just two and a half minutes.

Real firepower is not like what's shown in those ridiculous TV dramas, where someone can take four or five bullets and still stagger around like nothing happened, or even take a bayonet and pierce the heart of someone with a gun.

These large-caliber bullets can injure anyone who touches them, or kill anyone who is hit.

In extremely dense situations, there's no need for aiming; the Type 80 General Purpose Machine Gun can simply be used to fire by holding down the trigger.

In just two and a half minutes, the loss of nearly 2,000 men shattered the morale of the Ocean Alien Race. Just as turbulent as when they arrived, they fled at a rapid pace.

At this moment, even a fool would know that the opportunity has come!

Without using machine guns and rifles, relying on occasional finishing blows with pistols, the fleet chased the Ocean Alien Race for four or five nautical miles, ultimately killing more than 7,000 enemies!

"I think we still can't be careless. They are far fewer in number than us now, and we had an information advantage in the first wave, which forced them to open up a battle line and fight us head-on. That's why our heavy firepower achieved such an amazing result."

"And once they realize what's happening, they can lie in wait underwater, rush into our crowd, and then emerge to attack."

"At that time, we will be hesitant to act rashly, so we definitely can't just fire indiscriminately like we are now. The threat to them will be much less, and if they outnumber us, it will be even more troublesome!"

Just when everyone was celebrating their success, a voice suddenly voiced their skepticism, which sounded very out of place.

But after carefully considering the captain's remarks, the others celebrating the victory calmed down and all nodded in agreement.

"Liu Neng is right, we still need to be vigilant."

"This is a protracted war. We have to fight all the way to the New Continent. Even if the land forces have plenty of ammunition, it can't sustain us at a constant attrition rate."

"Therefore, it is crucial to train the ordinary survivors below, form tactical circles, and build our fleet's defensive line."

With Zhang Long's addition, the others put aside their celebrations and began brainstorming, offering suggestions for the fleet's combat effectiveness.

This scene made Lu Yongyi, who was sitting in the main seat, nod repeatedly.

However, even at the end of the dinner, Lu Yongyi did not make any comments.

Having been trained in Earth's military and learned complete combat knowledge, Lu Yongyi had his own considerations, unlike the armchair captains below who only talked about strategy on paper.

Two hours ago, the official sent a message to all fleet leaders.

The information was not complicated; it simply indicated that the large human refuge ships would arrive that night, and operations would begin as soon as the time was right.

Aside from these, the only requirement in the message was to keep all fleets on high alert and ready for combat at any time.

The information seemed fine on the surface, but a vague feeling made Lu Yongyi uneasy.

In just two months, no one except the actual perpetrators knew what methods humanity had employed.

Whether these methods will be effective and how good they will be remains to be seen until they are truly demonstrated.

No one in the know can rest easy.

"Two more days, and we'll be able to reunite with Su Mo."

"We must hold on for these next two days!"

He took another look at the message from above, as well as the meeting time sent by Su Mo.

Suppressing his unease, Lu Yongyi quickly returned to the cabin, took out the drawing board he had used for the probe, and began operating it again.

Maritime Theater 001.

This is the most remote point in the entire war zone, and also the safest point at present.

No survivors have ever set foot here, and neither the Ocean Alien Race nor the Land Alien Race have deployed any troops here.

This place seems like an excellent hiding spot, but once the Three Races War begins, it will be difficult to travel from here to the New Continent.

The difficulty will be no less than walking from the gates of hell to the South Heaven Gate!

But tonight, shortly after the clock struck midnight, under the gentle caress of the moonlight, four large ships quietly sailed into this sea area.

Although the exact shapes of these four ships were not visible under the cover of night, judging from their length, the smallest was over 60 meters long! The largest was even larger than the Hope, reaching over 100 meters!

Although they are still wooden ships, if combat power could be quantified, any one of these four large ships would completely overwhelm the Tundra.

At this time, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

Inside the largest ship at the head of the fleet, the lights were still on!