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Chapter 125: Setting Out

"Ha ha ha ha." Montgomery let out a hearty laugh, casually swiping his finger across the holographic projector's touchpad. A section of the map zoomed in, revealing the Gant Mountains-Diromos Plateau region in the northern part of Loot Bay.

The lower reaches of the Sunaru River formed an alluvial plain that stretched northward to the Gant Mountains, located about 500 kilometers northeast of Mond City. The overall shape of the Gant Mountains resembled the Kunlun Mountain range of Earth's Asian continent, stretching along the eastern coast of Odin Continent and extending to the central part of the northern coastline. Like a mother with outstretched arms, the Gant Mountains cradled the Diromos Plateau against her chest.

Montgomery pointed to the northwest foothills of the Gant Mountains near the northern coast. "Here, where the Gant Mountains taper off, the terrain flattens into a small coastal plain. Look north—what do you see?"

"Hmm? Droznyr Naval Port?"

"Precisely. That's Droznyr Naval Port." After speaking, Montgomery pointed to a horseshoe-shaped mountain range about 200 kilometers west of the Gant Mountains. "This is the Hight Mountains."

From the map, it was clear that the Hight Mountains faced the Gant Mountains like two horns. Between them lay a corridor roughly 600 kilometers long, connecting Droznyr Naval Port with the Miluo Plateau in the central region of Odin Continent.

Montgomery moved his finger forward, pointing to the corridor between the two mountain ranges. "This is the Midt Corridor."

"Thanks to this corridor, the garrison at Droznyr Naval Port can deploy troops directly to the Miluo Plateau, posing a direct threat to Rheinstadt, the capital of Krotan. Therefore, Aldrich ordered the first army corps stationed in the eastern region of Odin Continent—the 108th, 208th, and 308th divisions—to form a circular blockade around this strategic pass, firmly holding it and keeping the insurgents from Droznyr Naval Port at bay."

"Oh." Tang Fang thoughtfully nodded. With the government forces guarding the Midt Corridor, passage was nearly impossible. On both sides were rugged mountains, making it difficult for armored units to traverse. Even if infantry without supplies, heavy equipment, or fire support managed to bypass the encirclement formed by the three armored divisions, they would face the well-equipped Second Army Corps defending Rheinstadt. Not only would achieving anything significant be unlikely, but they also risked being surrounded and annihilated by various units.

"But... what does this have to do with my journey to Thor Continent?"

As if anticipating his confusion, Montgomery gave a faint smile. "Due to their towering peaks and numerous ridges, the military has installed a vast network of ground-based radars atop the Gant Mountains. Any armored vehicles passing through will be detected by radar waves, not to mention aircraft. Various anti-aircraft fortifications hidden among the mountains will reduce any suspicious targets to scrap metal."

"Considering your group consists of 139 people—not a large number—if divided into two or three smaller teams passing through here, here, and here..." Montgomery pointed to several foothill areas connecting the Diromos Plateau to the Gant Mountains. "You can effectively avoid the radar monitoring network, easily cross the defensive line formed by the 108th, 208th, and 308th armored divisions, and enter Droznyr Naval Port. From there, you can follow the safe sea route established by the First and Second Fleets of the North Sea, heading north until you reach Thor Continent."

"Not bad, that's a good plan." Tang Fang thought for a moment, then smiled and nodded. "Colonel, you've thought of everything."

Montgomery waved his hand and laughed heartily. "You're the dragon crossing the river, while I'm the local snake. Our abilities simply focus on different areas."

Unexpectedly, he had a bit of humor, causing everyone around to burst into laughter.

They continued their discussion for a while, finalizing the action details. By the time they finished, it was already dark. Under Montgomery's warm invitation, they shared a casual meal before bidding farewell and retiring to their respective rooms.

After experiencing the failure of the blitz operation and the total loss of the mixed submarine and ship fleet, it was likely that the government forces would lie low for a while. The Northern Sunaru Alliance would be relatively safe in the near future.

Given the current situation, Tang Fang and Montgomery finalized the action plan: Depart from Mond City at 8 AM the next morning, head north along the edge of Gunter Mountain, enter the Diromos Plateau, then turn west toward the predetermined location. The 144 individuals would split into three groups, using the terrain to cross the Gant Mountains and ultimately enter Droznyr Naval Port.

Why 144 people? Considering that Tang Fang and his group weren't part of the insurgent forces, Montgomery ordered Grant, Walton, Joey, young Sam, and Nehemiah George, a staff officer from the Northern Sunaru Alliance, to accompany them to avoid unnecessary trouble.

When Tang Fang returned to his quarters, it was already 10 PM. The cleanup, treatment of wounded, and burial of fallen comrades by the alliance forces had concluded. Meanwhile, the zealots stationed in the underwater drainage pipes tasked with intercepting the Sea Falcon Commandos reported back with the message, "Mission complete, all targets eliminated."

Summoning back eight zealots and four zerglings into the system space, he glanced at the resource readings in the upper right corner: 52,965 crystals and 2,375 gas. Quite a fortune.

Seeing those numbers, pretending not to be happy would be a lie. However, deep down, he felt a tinge of sadness. The Sea Falcon Commandos numbered just over 1,400 men, equating to at most 7,500 crystals. Now, having gained nearly 23,000 more, the death toll of the Northern Sunaru Alliance was more than double that of the enemy. Without his assistance, this battle might very well have been the downfall of the alliance forces.

Reflecting somberly for a moment, he steadied his thoughts and glanced at the much lower gas resources compared to the crystals. Shaking his head, he sighed deeply. Now that they had plenty of crystals, gas had become the primary limiting factor. 2,375—clearly insufficient.

Where could he find more gas...

Muttering a few words to himself, a wave of drowsiness washed over him, and he drifted off into a deep sleep.

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The next day, the sun rose over the eastern horizon, casting a golden glow over the land. The main roads of the arsenal had been cleared, though some severely damaged factory zones still lay in ruins, presenting a desolate scene.

On the highway connecting Mond City to the Gant Mountains, two old armored vehicles and three large military trucks sped northward, leaving clouds of dust behind.

Inside the armored vehicle, Tang Fang sat silently, watching Grant and the others opposite him.

Little Sam sat pouting in the corner near the front of the vehicle, visibly displeased. "Hmph, Grant, why won’t you let me stay? I haven’t even seen my brother yet." Clearly upset, he even omitted the respectful title of "Uncle" and addressed him directly by name.

Grant glanced up at him. "Didn’t you just talk to him yesterday?"

"So what? Talking isn’t the same as seeing him!" Sam retorted angrily.

"Childish. This is war. You’d only get in the way at the arsenal. After the failed hijacking incident, I decided to send you to the missile base on Thor Continent. The entire continent is under insurgent control; you can do whatever you want there." It was evident that the hijacking incident had left a deep impact on Grant, almost becoming a shadow in his mind.

"Grant, I’ll say it again—I’m 16 now. I’m old enough to fight. Stop treating me like a child." Same tone, same stubborn defiance.

Grant ignored him completely, not even sparing him a glance.

"Grant, I hate you..." Sam’s complaints had no effect, instead drawing amused smiles from Joey and Walton. The older staff officer, Nehemiah, ruffled his hair and smiled gently. "I promise, when you’re a couple of years older, Grant will definitely let you pick up a gun and give you the chance to prove yourself as a true man."

"Don’t touch my head." Sam brushed his hand away, glaring at everyone present, then sulked in silence. He suddenly realized that the more he fussed, the more Walton and the others laughed. These people clearly saw him as a source of amusement.

Seeing him quiet down, Housen chuckled and handed over a glass of strong liquor. "Come on, buddy, let’s have a drink."

Sam beamed at Housen as if meeting a kindred spirit. "Taloso, you’re the only one who treats me well." Steeling himself against the burn, he gulped down half a glass of tequila in one go.

Across from him, Grant frowned, glancing at Tang Fang, who had already leaned back against the seat, neck tilted, eyes closed, fast asleep.

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