Inside the Command Center.
Lin Mo and Long Zhan stood before the large screen, watching the live footage being transmitted back.
The transport aircraft had already taken off, with ten fighter jets close behind, forming a standard escort formation in the air.
"They're expected to reach the target area in ten hours."
A staff officer reported beside them.
"General Long." Lin Mo turned to him.
"Go get some rest."
Long Zhan shook his head. "No need. I'll keep watch here."
Lin Mo frowned.
"You've been working for over thirty hours straight, with your nerves stretched tight the whole time."
"If you don't rest, your body will give out."
Long Zhan still shook his head.
"We'll talk once they're back. I can keep going."
Lin Mo sighed.
He knew Long Zhan's temperament.
At such a critical moment, getting him to rest was harder than reaching the heavens.
"How about this?"
Lin Mo pulled over a chair and sat down.
"I'll keep watch here. If anything happens, I'll call you immediately."
"With me here, you can rest easy."
"Go get some sleep in the lounge next door. That's an order."
Long Zhan stared at Lin Mo for several seconds before finally nodding.
"All right." He stood up and stretched his stiff neck.
"Call me immediately if anything happens."
"Got it." Lin Mo waved a hand.
Long Zhan headed toward the lounge, his footsteps somewhat heavy.
Only at this moment did his exhaustion finally show.
Watching his retreating figure, Lin Mo sighed inwardly.
This war was consuming not only weapons and ammunition, but everyone's energy and willpower as well.
Scorched soil mixed with foul-smelling slime fell in a shower.
Yaxes broke through the hard rock layer and forced his way out of the ground.
"Pfft-"
He turned his head and spat out