Long Zhan's words instantly sent the atmosphere in the command post plummeting to freezing point.
Everyone fell silent.
They had only just experienced the terror of a Seventh Order Demon Venerable firsthand.
That sense of helplessness was enough to destroy any army's resolve.
Long Zhan said firmly:
"I have to see its corpse with my own eyes, even if it's only fragments!"
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sleep.
He took a deep breath and issued another order.
"Orders! Send every available drone out to reconnoiter. Search every inch!"
"Search every possible area three times!"
"Also!" He turned to the communications soldier.
"Get me the artillery positions! Blanket every area around the blast where surviving Demon Clan members have been detected with indiscriminate artillery fire. Finish them off!"
"I don't want a single Demon Clan member still breathing to see tonight's moon!"
"Yes, sir!"
After giving his orders, Long Zhan turned his head and asked:
"Are the battle damage figures in?"
The staff officer immediately checked his tablet terminal and replied:
"They just came in. A total of 43 tanks were damaged or destroyed, of which 23 can be repaired and returned to service. Fifty-one infantry fighting vehicles were damaged or destroyed, of which 35 can be repaired. Drones..."
"Personnel casualties: 370 killed, 25 missing, 580 seriously wounded, and 1,013 lightly wounded..."
Long Zhan drew a trembling, deep breath and closed his eyes.
He looked outside at the setting sun, which was almost below the horizon. The evening breeze blew in, and he felt a chill.
Colder than Great Xia's Arctic.
More than half of those killed or seriously wounded were casualties of the Cubic Nitrogen Missiles he had dropped among the tank formations to kill the Sixth Rank commanders.
And then there was the nuclear radiation.
He repeated silently