Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Meng Chuan's eyes instantly reddened.

He truly never expected that he, a commoner, would suddenly be appointed as a general.

He had thought he was fighting alone, but he never expected the country to support him so unconditionally.

Meng Chuan stood at attention, deeply bowing to the old man, his voice choked with emotion yet unwavering:

"Meng Chuan will never fail the Dragon Kingdom, nor humanity!"

The old man waved his hand, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes:

"Actually, you don't need to feel too much pressure! Just go for it. But I'm curious, what are your plans for the next step?"

Meng Chuan took a deep breath and cleared his mind:

"I want to focus our efforts on weapons development first. Although the blueprints for the spaceship provided by the observers are complex, the pulse rifle technology is already mature. We can upgrade and modify it, and then combine it with quantum technology to create an energy shield..."

Meng Chuan shared his thoughts.

This was a solution he had planned long ago.

Although Meng Chuan also felt that this response strategy might not be the best.

But what else can humanity do?

"inappropriate."

The old man listened quietly, then gently shook his head:

"time is too short."

Meng Chuan was taken aback, then looked helpless.

Indeed, time is the most deadly thing for humankind.

"Even if you tied all the scientists in the country to the lab, could they create a weapon more advanced than the Observer in a year?"

The old man's gaze swept over the generals in the hall, and then fell upon Meng Chuan:

"Even if they were built, could the production line keep up? Ten guns, a hundred guns, could they stop their starships? And even if we take a step back, who can guarantee that these weapons could actually inflict fatal damage on them?"

A series of questions struck Meng Chuan like a heavy hammer.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't answer a single word.

Yes, he was being too presumptuous.

The observer's technology is more than a century ahead of Earth's.

With Earth's current level of industrial development, even if we had the blueprints for space battleships, it would be nothing more than empty talk.

Moreover, it remains to be seen whether the weapons, once built, will actually inflict fatal wounds on these observers.

Unless Meng Chuan can capture an observer now and experiment on him with weapons.

But this is impossible.

"That……"

Meng Chuan's voice was somewhat hoarse:

"Is it really just a matter of waiting...?"

Before Meng Chuan could utter the word "death," the old man raised his hand to interrupt him:

"Waiting is waiting to die."

The old man suddenly sighed, as if talking to himself:

"But there's a saying in the martial arts world: offense is the best defense."

Meng Chuan was shocked.

As the saying goes, a single word can awaken a person from a dream.

Meng Chuan's mind was instantly freed from all constraints.

He had never imagined that humans could take the initiative.

"You just said you wanted to develop weapons for defense. But can we really hold out?"

The old man's eyes gleamed with an all-knowing light as he continued:

“The observers are collecting genes and creating radiation-resistant organisms—they are ‘preparing.’ Once they’re ready, we won’t even have a chance to fight back.”

The old man's tone suddenly turned sharp, and an air of domineering confidence emanated from him:

"Instead of waiting for them to sharpen their knives before attacking us, we should pounce on them first and disrupt their formation."

Meng Chuan's breathing also became slightly heavier:

"I understand... Taking the initiative may be our only way out."

Given the technological gap between Earth and observers, taking proactive measures without feeling depressed is like an egg hitting a rock.

However, there is no opportunity to strike now, and if we wait until they are fully prepared, there will be even less of an opportunity.

The old man looked at Meng Chuan with satisfaction; he really understood immediately.

However, after thinking about it, he still reminded him:

"Of course, our 'attack' doesn't mean sending starships to ram their ships; our chances of a head-on collision are still very slim. It would be best to find their weaknesses."

As the old man spoke, he held up his fingers and counted them one by one:

"First, they are 'cosmic wanderers,' criminals expelled from the planet Karen—which means they have no civilization supporting them and their numbers must be small."

"Secondly, they did not immediately invade Earth, but instead spent time studying genes—which shows that they had reservations."

"Perhaps there is something on Earth that they are afraid of, or perhaps they do not have enough spaceships or enough energy."

"Third, they want stardust titanium crystals and they need to modify organisms to mine them—this stuff is very important to them, but it could also be their Achilles' heel."

"If we can find the location of the Stardust Titanium Crystal, or disrupt their excavation plan..."

As Meng Chuan listened, his eyes widened even more.

The fog in my mind seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind.

As expected of the person in charge, even though he only knew a few words, he could constantly draw inferences from one instance to another.

Previously, Meng Chuan was only focused on "defense".

But they forgot that the observer is not invincible.

They are criminals and homeless people. Their advantage lies in technology, but their disadvantage lies in their "unstable foundation".

Meng Chuan's voice carried a hint of excitement:

"I understand what you mean. We don't need to fight them with weapons, but rather find their weaknesses and strike at their Achilles' heel?"

"Ruzi can be taught."

The old man smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

As the person in charge, he considers things quite comprehensively.

Developing weapons in a year is a gamble.

Moreover, the chances of winning are too low.

It's better to take the initiative; at least you'll have your destiny in your own hands.

He turned to look at the generals inside the hall:

"What do you think?"

In a democratic country, the opinions of the generals present must be sought.

A general with the rank of lieutenant general immediately stood up:

"I agree! Rather than being passively attacked, we should take the initiative to probe the enemy's strength. Even if we lose, we can leave behind valuable experience for future generations."

The others nodded silently.

The atmosphere inside the hall gradually became more lively.

The previous solemnity was replaced by a resolute determination to burn one's bridges.

Looking at the scene before him, Meng Chuan suddenly understood—this was the source of the Dragon Kingdom's confidence.

It's not because of how advanced the technology is, but because in the face of danger, there are always people willing to put aside their concerns and fight for a way out for civilization.

Meng Chuan took a deep breath, his eyes no longer filled with confusion, "I know what to do."

The old man nodded, his smile deepening.

"Haha, you don't need to have such a big psychological burden."

"Now you are the Dragon Guardian General, so you decide what to do."

"We old men will protect your rear."

He paused, his tone becoming more relaxed:

"You don't need to think about the consequences. If you succeed in the end, you will be a hero of all mankind; if you fail... it's no big deal. At worst, we'll accompany you to see this civilization off on its final journey."

The old man's words contained a magnanimity that is hard for ordinary people to imagine.

"rest assured!"

Meng Chuan straightened his back and solemnly saluted the old man and everyone in the hall:

"Meng Chuan will certainly live up to your expectations!"

Meng Chuan's voice was strong and clear.

Because he knew that the road ahead would be more difficult than he had imagined.

But he was no longer fighting alone—behind him was the entire Dragon Kingdom.

It is a nation, a civilization, and an indomitable will...