Inside the Heaven Dou military camp's council tent, the candles had burned continuously for seven days. The terrain map on the table was densely marked, red and black arrows crisscrossing to outline the offensive and defensive deployments around Jialing Pass with increasing clarity. Tang San tapped the spot marked "Western Pass" on the map, his voice steady. "The Angel Legion excels at aerial raids. We need to deploy heavy crossbow units on the mountain peaks along the flanks of the pass. When they dive, we'll create overlapping firepower, and with the Tang Family Army's aerial Godly Zhuge Crossbows, we'll catch them off guard."
Dai Mubai clenched his fists, a fierce glint flashing through his eyes. "As long as they dare to come, my White Tiger Legion will hold the flank. We won't let them get anywhere near the main camp!" Ning Fengzhi sat to one side, slowly turning a jade thumb ring as he added, "I have already instructed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples to prepare their Support Spirit Skills. When the time comes, they will prioritize enhancing the speed and accuracy of the Tang Family Army fighting in the air, maximizing the power of the Godly Zhuge Crossbows."
As the discussion grew increasingly animated, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the tent. Oscar burst in, pushing a wooden cart piled high with cloth sacks. His face was full of exhaustion, but he could not hide his excitement. His voice was hoarse yet loud. "It's done! Twenty thousand Flying Mushroom Sausages, not one short! They're all here!"
Ning Rongrong hurried in behind him and quickly stepped forward to support his swaying body, her eyes full of distress. "Slow down! You haven't slept for seven days. If you keep this up, you'll collapse!" Oscar grinned and tried to raise a