I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

See you tonight.

Yan Ziming left these words behind, went straight to Ye Qianxue's side, took the crystal bullet from her hand, opened the safety pin as the people from the third company had just demonstrated, pressed the button on the iron ring that encased the crystal core, and threw it dozens of meters away.

With a loud bang, a circular crater appeared in the ground, about two meters deep. This was just a crystal bomb made from a D-grade crystal core, and its power was quite considerable. The shock wave it released was much stronger than that of a regular hand grenade. It was just that due to technical reasons, fragments or steel balls had not been added to the crystal bomb, otherwise its destructive power would have been even more terrifying.

After trying out all the other weapons one by one according to the methods taught by the men of the Third Company, Yan Ziming gained a more intuitive understanding of China's scientific research capabilities.

As expected of a world superpower! Their scientific research capabilities are truly impressive, and this is only what's on the surface; their real cutting-edge technologies are probably yet to be revealed!

There was a golden short sword about a foot long, with several magnificent and exquisite dragon patterns on the scabbard. The blood groove was smooth and flowing, and the shiny blade emitted a faint glow. It was more of a work of art than a weapon.

However, Yan Ziming did not dare to underestimate it at all, because she had just seen Lin Shuyao, a seemingly weak little girl, use this thing to cut a big hole in the body of a heavy armored vehicle.

According to reports, this sword, named "Jinghong," was developed by a top-secret military research institute specifically to deal with certain tough-skinned, aggressive mutant species. This sword can easily tear through their outer defenses and inflict real damage on them.

However, it is not cheap to manufacture. The price of such a sword is no less than that of a main battle tank. The high cost makes it, like the Crimson Flame, only available to certain special groups of people.

However, Yan Ziming didn't think much of it. Her own Raikiri was much sharper and had its own super-high temperature. She had never encountered anything that the Raikiri couldn't cut.

As for the other weapons and equipment, Yan Ziming wasn't too interested. These were all prepared for rank-and-file soldiers. The only weapons that could truly assist superhumans were the Crimson Flame and the Crystal Bullet, plus the Soaring Swan.

Picking up the Crimson Flame, Yan Ziming tied it to her waist like a treasure. The A-grade crystal core in the energy bar was gone, and Yan Ziming put it in her pocket. Those two shots had directly shrunk the A-grade crystal core by a quarter, which made Yan Ziming very distressed. Who could afford to use this ammunition? Firing a dozen or twenty shots would be enough to bankrupt her.

"We'll still have to get reimbursed by the military..."

Yan Ziming felt that since he had given her a Crimson Flame weapon, he should at least solve her ammunition problem, right? She only had a few A-grade crystal cores, and she wanted to exchange them for money! Wang Shiying still owed her five yuan, so she was now a million-yuan debtor.

She glanced at the darkening sky. They had been here testing weapons and equipment for over two hours. They were already very familiar with how to use them, but at least they wouldn't be at a loss for how to use them on the battlefield.

It's already night, and the final battle starts early tomorrow morning. I might have to get up at four or five in the morning, so I should try to go to bed as early as possible and keep myself in the most energetic state.

But Yan Ziming couldn't go back to rest so early. She still had to attend the meeting tonight. After having dinner with Ye Qianxue and the others in the cafeteria, she went to the door of the conference room.

Everything was so well-organized, all the preparations for the meeting were complete, and it could begin at any time once everyone was present.

Just like last time, Yan Ziming chose a seat near a corner to listen in, exuding a cold and aloof aura that kept people at a distance.

"Hey~ Zimo, we meet again in the same place."

Upon hearing this address, Yan Ziming knew who it was. Besides Old Wang, who else would call her "Ziming-meizi" (Little Sister Ziming)?

Old Wang unceremoniously sat down in the chair to Yan Ziming's right. The two were already acquaintances, so there was no need to be so formal. At the same time, he also needed to express his gratitude for certain things.

"Zi Mo, I need your help with something."

"explain."

"Please pass on a message to your sister for me."

"What? Could it be that you want to confess to my sister?" Yan Ziming joked. She didn't think Old Wang was that kind of person. She was a great beauty and she was so close to him, yet he didn't seem to be interested in her. Let alone Ye Qianxue, whom he had barely spoken to. At least that was Yan Ziming's impression.

"In a sense, that's true."

Old Wang's words made her stop laughing, and she asked nervously:

What message do you want me to relay?

Old Wang thought about it for a while, and said uncertainly:

"Just say... 'Thank you for your guidance. We'll visit you in person to express our gratitude when we have the chance.'... That's all."

"Ha...that's no problem."

Yan Ziming didn't understand any other meaning in those words; it was simply an expression of gratitude. She had been overthinking it.

And what does "we" mean? Do we even need to visit them in person?

Although Yan Ziming really wanted to find out the details, Yan Shan and Huang Tao had already arrived, and the rest of the attendees had taken their seats; the meeting was about to begin.

"quiet."

Yan Shan only said two words, and everyone felt a darkness before their eyes, their minds became somewhat dazed, and the noise in the conference room was completely suppressed by those two words.

Chapter 144 Night Talk

Is this the imposing presence of a Chinese marshal?

Everyone in the conference room was shocked by the two words Yan Shan had just uttered.

For a moment, the generals were even more confident about tomorrow's war of recapture.

—This is our Marshal of China!

—This is our war god in the army!

With him and the deputy commander-in-chief around, our side doesn't need to worry about the threat of "Death".

Yan Ziming was secretly astonished. Just how powerful was his uncle?

As Yan Shan's niece, she didn't even know what her uncle's special ability was. In the past, he rarely used his special ability in battles he commanded, and the few times he did were just legends among the people. There were no videos or photos of him in battle at all; he had hidden it too thoroughly.

Seeing that the meeting room had quieted down, Yan Shan got straight to the point:

"I won't say anything more. Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, the battle to retake the Yongjing Military Administrative District will officially begin. Relevant units should make preparations for the battle. Anyone with objections may raise them."

No one spoke.

"Now Huang Tao and I will be in charge of explaining tomorrow's combat plan."

......

The meeting lasted for about an hour. Under Yan Shan's influence, everyone was optimistic about the operation. Yan Shan's proposed battle plan became more feasible with the suggestions of the generals, and everything was developing in a positive direction.

Yan Ziming subtly rubbed his aching bottom, chatted with Old Wang for a moment, and then prepared to leave.

However, before she could even leave the conference room, she was stopped by two soldiers.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Yan Ziming?"

"Yes, that's me." Yan Ziming was taken aback when he was stopped, and looked at Old Wang questioningly, but when he turned around, Old Wang was nowhere to be seen.

Wow, that guy walks really fast.

"The marshal is looking for you. Please come with me."

Hearing that it was her uncle who wanted to see her, Yan Ziming felt relieved, thinking that he was going to be taken away for investigation or something.

Two soldiers led Yan Ziming to the door of a small cubicle at the back of the conference room. Yan Shan was inside looking at a document. Yan Ziming went in, closed the door, and looked at Yan Shan without saying a word. Yan Shan didn't speak first either, just quietly looking at the document in his hand.

There was a moment of silence between them. Yan Shan placed the document on the table and asked Yan Ziming:

"What are your thoughts on the battle plan we just formulated?"

Yan Ziming closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before answering:

"It's perfect from any angle. It fully utilizes our firepower advantage. If all goes well, it might end very quickly."

She didn't understand things like war, so she could only discuss the matter at hand without revealing her true thoughts.

"Hmph! I didn't expect you to give such a vague answer." Yan Shan snorted coldly and continued to ask:

"So, how do you think we should deal with 'Death'?"

Yan Ziming fell silent. She, being a novice, dared not offer her opinion on such an important matter, lest she disrupt her uncle's original train of thought.

Besides, what other way is there to deal with this besides having the two great masters Yan Shan and Huang Tao block it? We can only take it one step at a time.

At the same time, Yan Ziming was very worried about Yan Shan's safety. Fighting against a monster of the Sequence level was no joke. The outcome could be decided in the blink of an eye, and one careless move could lead to one's demise.

"Just say it, whatever you're thinking."

Yan Shan was really hoping to hear some good advice from Yan Ziming, since his niece always came up with some brilliant ideas at times.

"Well then I'll say it... Actually, I think there's no need to fight it at all. There's no chance of killing it here anyway. It's better to lure it away after the war is over."

Yan Ziming expressed a fantasy in her heart. This suggestion came from her own selfish motives; she didn't want her uncle to perish in the battle against "Death."

However, Yan Ziming's casual remark actually enlightened Yan Shan.

She has a point!

Why insist on fighting "Death" to the death? Wouldn't it be better to lure it away? Since we don't have the strength to challenge it anyway, wouldn't it be a great thing to take such a large bomb away from the battlefield?

These past few days, he had been so preoccupied with the existence of "Death" that he couldn't eat or sleep, racking his brains but unable to come up with a good way to kill it. Yan Ziming's words gave him another idea.

Is this what they mean by "those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly"?

Although Yan Zimo's plan was very immature from Yan Shan's perspective, there were still several unavoidable situations. First, once the war started, the commotion caused by various weapons of mass destruction would never be able to be kept from "Death".

Secondly, who can guarantee that after "Death" is lured away, it won't return the same way? According to reliable sources, it may have been attracted here by something and won't leave easily until it gets it.

Thirdly, what if "Death" just leaves the battlefield as they wish, or perhaps ignores their provocations and goes on a rampage through the army?

All three scenarios are possible, but it's not necessary to follow Yan Ziming's ideas in planning the operation. He could first provoke "Death" head-on, then lead it to another place where it won't interfere with the battlefield situation, and fight it to the death there. Yan Shan is quite confident in his and Huang Tao's strength. If all else fails, then they can use nuclear weapons!

Although a previous foreign war example proved that nuclear bombs cannot kill sequence-level mutant species, they can indeed cause them enormous damage. In that case, the sequence-level creature was not killed only because of the commander's wrong decision. If a few more nuclear bombs had been fired at that time, their country might have won the honor of being the first to kill a sequence-level creature.

If a million-ton-class bomb doesn't work, then a ten-million-ton-class bomb will do. If one bomb isn't enough, then two, three, until it dies.

After that battle, people wanted to verify whether this idea would work, but by then the sequence-level mutant species had disappeared and they could not be found anywhere, so they had no choice but to give up.

"So you can still come up with some good ideas sometimes." Yan Shan smiled with satisfaction. Yan Zimo's words had a great impact on him, and the battle he was not confident of winning finally had a better chance of success.

Yan Ziming wasn't sure if her uncle had taken her advice to heart, but judging from his happy expression, it must have been helpful.

After mentally calculating the plan, Yan Shan spoke: