Based on Lin Mo and Long Zhan's earlier speculation, they both believed the Demon Clan's last attack had only been a probe. They were gathering their strength, preparing for a major assault.
They did not have much time left.
Zhao Gang stared in astonishment, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
"One month is too long? If people online heard that, they'd roast you."
"Our country is known as industrial Cthulhu. This is already lightning fast!"
He took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, offered Lin Mo one, and lit one himself.
"Do you think this is as simple as digging a ditch?"
He exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze sharpening.
"Back on Blue Star, how many procedures did we go through, and how much time did we spend building a three-kilometer inland waterway?"
"Even the fastest took three years! And that was with mature technology and full logistical support."
"Now we're starting construction in two worlds at once. Combined, that means building nearly ten kilometers of Super Canal!"
"One section beneath the Permafrost Layer, the other on the soil of this other world."
Zhao Gang tapped the ash off his cigarette.
"And that's not all. The canal bed and the embankments on both sides have to be poured with special reinforced concrete, with the thickness measured in meters. Otherwise, they simply won't withstand the pressure of ten-thousand-ton ships."
"Over the canal, we also need to lay cover slabs that can support heavy tanks and missile vehicles, and even allow aircraft to take off and land."
"That's equivalent to building a three-kilometer highway and an aircraft runway over a river."
"One month is already the absolute limit, achievable only by treating every combat engineer like an iron man, sparing no expense, and using Oversaturated Construction."
"That is what it means