He thought of Lin Mo.
Back then, that young man had piloted a six-meter-tall Mecha into the deep sea.
He had forcibly dismantled the rudder blade and propellers of Eagle Country's aircraft carrier.
The combat capabilities that Mecha had displayed were simply terrifying.
If...
If the New Hope Plan included other things like that.
Or if there were other targets that required underwater combat.
Then these modifications made sense.
General Liu's gaze instantly grew serious.
He raised his head and looked at his secretary.
"Go check whether there's been any recent intelligence about anomalous underwater targets."
The secretary paused, then nodded and left.
General Liu stood at the window, looking out at the frozen sea.
He kept turning it over in his mind.
What exactly was the New Hope Plan?
He felt that what he currently knew was merely the tip of the iceberg.
Terra Continent, Endless Plains.
On a watchtower in Great Xia's fief, the soldier on duty suddenly widened his eyes and shouted into the terminal on his wrist:
"Reporting! A large number of targets are approaching from the southwest!"
"Over two hundred, moving fast!"
Lin Mo and Zhao Gang had received the satellite surveillance report long ago and had already left the Command Center.
Lin Mo raised a hand to shade his eyes, peered into the distance, and said to Zhao Gang with a smile:
"Well, this is unusual. Two groups arriving at once today."
Then he turned to Grom the Centaur.
"Your people are here."
Grom had sharp eyesight and had spotted them already. He grinned guilelessly.
Amid billowing dust, a group was rapidly approaching.
Lin Mo recognized the burly Werewolf leading them at a glance.
"It's Warwick!"
A smile appeared on his face.
The group drew closer and closer.
More than two hundred Half-Orcs