Gathering Momentum

Yanmen Pass.

The person in charge of holding down the headquarters was a one-eyed patriarch with white hair and beard.

Standing before a sheepskin map, he suddenly said, "We can't fight this battle in silence."

Several Military Intelligence Bureau strategists beside him froze.

"Lu Zhen, Nie Xingkong, and those old fellows... so many Spirit Fusion Realm experts are betting their lives in that damned valley."

"If they just die there for nothing, without even making a sound, it'll be too damn wasteful."

He slammed the bowl of his smoking pipe against the corner of the table, scattering sparks.

"Pass down the order!"

"Move every radio station the Military Intelligence Bureau has onto Iron Wire Valley's frequency!"

"Have the scouts at the front set up telegraphs as close to the valley entrance as possible. If one scout dies, another takes his place. The transmissions must not stop!"

The chief strategist's expression changed. "Patriarch, this... the front lines are brutal. If the battle goes badly, broadcasting it could throw the entire world into chaos!"

"Chaos my ass!"

The one-eyed patriarch slammed his palm down on the table.

"At a time like this, what are we afraid of?"

Spirit Fusion Realm experts drew upon the Power of Heaven and Earth. Where did that power come from? From the thoughts of the people, from the momentum of public will!"

He gritted his teeth and spoke each word heavily.

"Make the battle public. Announce it to the Nine Provinces."

"Let the whole world watch and listen! As long as the spirit of the people gathers, as long as it gathers at Iron Wire Valley, Lu Zhen and the others will have one more measure of the Power of Heaven and Earth to call upon!"

"Even one more measure of victory is worth having."

"Go!"

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