Japan, Aichi Prefecture.
In the barracks of the Great Asian Alliance Army, Yunyi and Liu Yunde sat facing each other. On the table in front of them was a projection showing the terrain of central Japan.
"Our logistics team has already started transporting supplies to the front lines during the ceasefire, but kid, are you really not planning to send in the mage troops? If we keep firing like this, all those missiles will really be wasted!" Liu Yunde said.
Yunyi looked at the projected sand table in front of him, lit up the laser pointer in his hand, and pointed it directly at Tokyo on the sand table.
"So what if the missiles missed? Why sacrifice lives when missiles can solve the problem? Don't tell me it's because we don't have the money to build more; those old fogies back home have plenty of resources. If they know what's good for them, they'll hand them over obediently. If they don't, those Stick Faction will be their example."
Yunyi spoke calmly, but Liu Yunde across from him broke out in a cold sweat. The meaning of his words was all too easy to understand.
The military of the Great Asian Alliance was subject to the executive government and had little say in the allocation of resources. If it weren't for Yunyi's previous trouble over the Stick Faction issue, Liu Yunde wouldn't dare to lead his troops to land directly in Japan and launch a war.
As for those missiles, they were all the accumulated assets of Yunyi's backers over the years. Each round of attacks consumed hundreds or even thousands of missiles, and Liu Yunde felt sorry for Yunyi.
But Yunyi didn't care much about these things. He had already arranged for several special teams remaining within the alliance to take action and directly ask those old guys for money and resources. At first, it was indeed very difficult. But after a few old guys died in "accidents," the rest of them became much more obedient. They didn't necessarily empty their coffers to provide support, but at least they did their best.
Yunyi's grandfather even called him about this. But before the old man could speak, Yunyi bluntly stated, " The Yun Family's funds are all entrusted to the people I sent. They will consider your position, but I won't. Don't force me to go back and retrieve them personally."
After saying that, Yunyi hung up the phone. Old Master Yun was furious and went to Shen Yi again, hoping she could persuade Yunyi. However, Shen Yi didn't care about these troublesome matters and only said, "A parasite has no reason to live," which shut down Old Master Yun's words.
After a series of setbacks, Old Master Yun finally gave up the struggle. All the resources the Yun Family could mobilize were handed over to the people sent by Yunyi to take over. Only then did he truly feel regret.
For the sake of his so-called family status, he didn't hesitate to put his grandson on the operating table. He believed it was for his grandson's future, but he stood idly by when his grandson suffered injustice.
Balance, the big picture—these words only convince himself. Shen Yi and Yunyi had long since scoffed at such excuses. Now, he truly was all alone. All that remained was the chair beneath his butt.
The Yun Family handed over their resources, and the other elders at the top of the family did the same. At their age, they saw far more than the younger generation. The Yun Family patriarch still wanted to try and salvage the situation by relying on family ties, but the others didn't even have the intention to struggle. They knew very well that Yunyi had already discarded all shackles. If they chose to resist, their entire families might be uprooted.
With the support of these resources, the military factory's production lines were running at full capacity. Although they couldn't supply indefinitely, it wouldn't be to the point of depleting their inventory.
However, Yunyi is more worried about the intervention of the New Soviet Union's army in the war. Fighting against three forces at the same time is still very difficult for the current strength of the Great Asian Alliance Army.
Just then, a messenger walked in. Liu Yunde had already arranged for people to gather the latest intelligence when Yunyi arrived.
When the messenger presented the latest intelligence to the two men, Liu Yunde's expression immediately turned serious.
"This is a difficult situation. The Japan army is manageable, but the US army is also watching us closely. Now, with the addition of the New Soviet Union, Yunyi, the situation is not good for us."
Yunyi adjusted the image sand table in front of him, including the terrain from Hokkaido to Tokyo. After marking the locations of the Great Asian Alliance, the Japan military, and the US and New Soviet Union armies on the sand table, he finally focused his attention on the vicinity of Fukushima.
" The Japan navy has suffered heavy losses, and its air force has to remain near Tokyo to deal with the US fleet. While it can spare ground troops to defend the northern front, without naval and air support, it's impossible to push the front line too far forward. I think the Japan military will likely establish a defensive line in Fukushima to resist the New Soviet Union. However, the New Soviet Union army will certainly have air cover, and the Japan army won't be able to hold them off. They will inevitably have to transfer their magic-based units from our side to that defensive line."
"When that time comes, will we advance in one fell swoop and directly occupy Tokyo?" Liu Yunde asked.
Yunyi gently shook his head. What he wanted was not to occupy Tokyo, a single city, which was nothing compared to the entirety of Japan. What he wanted was for the magical forces of Japan, the America, and the New Soviet Union to all participate in the war.
Only when battles between mages are fully unleashed will the resentment of those mages forced into military service towards the militaries of various countries be fully ignited, thus facilitating their subsequent actions.
However, Yunyi was somewhat worried about the military mages of the New Soviet Union. Since their sphere of influence was mostly located in the Arctic Circle and near-polar regions, while the area was rich in resources, the environment was poor. In the New Soviet Union, joining the army was the quickest way to obtain better living conditions. Clearly, such ordinary methods were insufficient to incite discontent among the New Soviet Union military mages.
"It seems the only way is to completely destroy the willpower of the New Soviet Union army. What should we do..." Yunyi muttered to himself.