At those figures, everyone in the Command Center broke into delighted smiles.
"Seventy percent! Now that's an underground firepower network!"
"Let those burrowers come again. We'll bury every last one!"
"The Demon Clan thought going underground would keep them safe? This time, we'll give them the full funeral service!"
Lin Mo slowly let out a breath as well.
Seventy percent was not invincible. Some targets would still slip through the gaps, but for Great Xia, long plagued by underground threats, this was already a force powerful enough to turn the tide.
A hint of a smile appeared on Zheng Jinren's face.
"Upload the tactical report and all combat data. Notify the production lines on Blue Star to accelerate production of the Earth Dragon Type One."
He turned to the technical team.
"Contact the Academy of Sciences. We hope they can immediately optimize the second-generation design based on the data. We need faster burrowing speeds and stronger underground detection capabilities."
The adjutant stood at attention and saluted.
"Yes, sir!"
Early the next morning, in the cafeteria on the eastern side of Kona Base.
Lin Mo sat down by a window with his tray. Before him were a bowl of hot porridge, two compressed flatbreads, and a serving of freshly heated canned meat.
The warning lights outside had stayed on all night. Through the blast-resistant glass, unmanned transport vehicles could still be seen hauling missile crates along the road, their tracks rumbling dully over the ground.
Fendona approached with a cup of warm fruit drink and sat across from him.
Today, she was not wearing her elaborate elven ceremonial robes, having changed into a light green casual outfit instead. Her long hair was tied simply behind her head, making her look a little less like a dignified princess and a little