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Chapter 141: A Sudden Turn of the Tide

Tang Fang scanned the room as he entered, taking in the scene before him. At the center of the space stood a large conference table with a holographic projection image hovering above it. On either side of the table were over a dozen officers—young and old alike—each wearing expressions that ranged from weary to grim. To Nehemiah's left stood a middle-aged man whose hair was streaked with gray and white. His uniform, faded from countless washings, hung loosely on his stooped frame. The dark circles under his eyes and the yellowish tint of his skin spoke of sleepless nights.

As Tang Fang stepped inside, the general’s sharp gaze swept across the group before settling firmly on him.

"So, you must be Talosal," the grizzled officer said, his voice gravelly but respectful.

"That’s right," Tang Fang replied with a curt nod. His eyes darted briefly to Nehemiah, whose face was as inscrutable as still water; then to Claire, her brow furrowed in deep thought; and finally to Grant, who looked like a live wire ready to spark. All their gazes converged on the glowing tactical map at the center of the table.

The map depicted the eastern regions of Odin Continent, stretching from the source of the Sunaru River down through its sprawling tributaries. Jagged red arrows pierced through the terrain, pointing toward both the southeastern and northeastern coastal zones. Tang Fang frowned slightly. It had only been two days since they last reviewed the situation. Had something shifted so dramatically in such a short time?

Before he could dwell further, the middle-aged general moved forward, extending a hand with a faint smile. "I’m Adelaide Valen, head of Droznyr Naval Port. Allow me to express my deepest gratitude for your support of the Northern Sunaru Alliance."

"No need for thanks," Tang Fang responded smoothly, returning the handshake with an easy grin.

Adelaide proceeded to introduce the others in the room—Colonel Flavius, Lieutenant Colonel Cabano, Major Suhayl, and several more. Tang Fang acknowledged each with a polite nod before steering the conversation back to what truly mattered.

"Forgive me if I’m jumping ahead, but has there been some development in the eastern front?" he asked, gesturing toward the ominous red markers on the map.

A major seated nearby glanced at Adelaide, who gave a subtle nod. With that, the major leaned forward, highlighting a section of coastline marked by a pulsing blue ring around Yaho Naval Port.

"It all began after you departed Kabuto Airbase," the major explained. "Two days ago, upon receiving an urgent encrypted message from Colonel Montgomery, Arctic Command convened an emergency strategy meeting. They decided to task the Southern Sunaru Alliance with using this incident as leverage to negotiate the surrender of the remaining forces stationed at Yaho Naval Port."

He paused, letting the gravity of the situation sink in. "The Second Fleet based out of Yaho had long harbored bitter enmity toward our forces. Under normal circumstances, the likelihood of them capitulating would have been slim to none. But the Southern Alliance, after deliberation, took a bold step—they sent their deputy commander, Colonel Carnegie Harris, directly into enemy territory."

"Carnegie crossed the heavily fortified 608th Division frontline with just a handful of trusted guards, risking capture or worse. After enduring nearly twenty-four hours of perilous travel, he reached Yaho Naval Port and willingly surrendered himself to Kelvin, the acting commander. Once face-to-face, Carnegie delivered the chilling news: Aldrich was planning to launch a nuclear strike against the port—and likely wouldn’t hesitate to carry it out."

At this, even Tang Fang raised an eyebrow. Carnegie’s daring gambit seemed almost reckless, yet it paid off. Faced with the stark reality of imminent destruction, Kelvin relented. He agreed to implement Carnegie’s contingency plan, which involved evacuating soldiers’ families and government officials onto waiting ships while activating electronic communication jammers to mask their movements. The fleet then slipped silently out of the harbor under cover of night, heading for safer waters.

"At precisely 11:00 AM," the major continued, "the nukes arrived from Sarrolhas as predicted. However, thanks to the preparedness of the remnants of the South Sea Second Fleet, their anti-missile systems intercepted the warheads high above the atmosphere. No casualties or significant damage occurred. When Kelvin confirmed the accuracy of Carnegie’s intel, he made the decisive move—he defected, bringing the entirety of the Second Fleet under rebel control."

Simultaneously, Arctic Command released damning evidence—photographs of the nuclear explosion, transcripts of classified communications—to the public via limited news networks. The revelation ignited widespread outrage among civilians, galvanizing many to rise up against Aldrich’s oppressive regime.

Tang Fang listened intently, nodding slowly as the story unfolded. Marion had turned Aldrich’s own scheme against him—a masterstroke. What was meant to be a crushing blow to the rebels became a humiliating self-inflicted wound. Tang Fang couldn’t help but wonder how Aldrich reacted when he learned that not only had the Second Fleet betrayed him, but footage of the failed nuclear strike had gone viral.

"This kind of embarrassment would rattle even the calmest leader," Tang Fang remarked dryly, glancing back at the map. "I imagine Aldrich is livid."

"You’d be correct," the major affirmed. "Enraged by the failure, Aldrich ordered five armored divisions—106th, 206th, 306th, 406th, and 506th—from the Third Army Corps stationed in northwest Odin to mobilize eastward via Miluo Plateau. These units joined forces with the 508th Division of the First Corps, forming a massive armored spearhead aimed squarely at the eastern coast. Their objective? To crush the insurgencies in southern and northern Sunaru once and for all."

Ah, now it made sense—the sea of red arrows on the map represented Aldrich’s desperate gamble. By redeploying the bulk of the Third Corps to the east, he hoped to overwhelm the rebels with sheer force. But why leave the Second Corps untouched? And why not deploy the Fourth Corps instead? Surely Aldrich understood the risks of leaving his rear exposed?

As though reading Tang Fang’s thoughts, the major elaborated. "The Second Corps remains untouchable because it serves as the primary defense force for the capital—a role critical to maintaining stability. As for why the Third Corps was chosen over the Fourth, Aldrich preemptively shut down all production lines at the northwest military-industrial complex, evacuating workers and activating siege protocols. With one armored division left behind to guard the base, supported by automated defense systems and security drones, the facility is deemed secure.

"And the Fourth Corps?" Tang Fang pressed.

"That question might best be directed at Aldrich himself," the major replied wryly.

Tang Fang approached the table, leaning closer to study the map. Things didn’t look good for the southern and northern Sunaru factions. Droznyr Naval Port was pinned down by three armored divisions—108th, 208th, and 308th—preventing any reinforcements from reaching the eastern front. Meanwhile, the First and Second Fleets of the Northern Sea were trapped by government naval forces, unable to break free and assist. Even the newly converted Second Fleet from the South Sea, battered and depleted, lacked the firepower to make a meaningful impact. Facing relentless pressure from airborne assaults launched by Sarrolhas Aerospace Base, survival itself was already a challenge—let alone mounting a counteroffensive.

With the 408th Division relentlessly pursuing the Northern Sunaru Alliance and the 608th doing the same to the Southern faction, coupled with reinforcements pouring in from the west, the eastern insurgents found themselves cornered in a fight they couldn’t possibly win. Unless Marion opted for a long-range strike—but the dense anti-air network stretching from the coastline to the Gant Mountains rendered that option virtually impossible.

No wonder Grant, Nehemiah, and Claire looked so grim. The situation in the east had deteriorated far beyond dire.

Tang Fang glanced briefly at Adelaide before retreating to a nearby couch, sinking into its cushions. "Carry on," he said dismissively. "Don’t mind me."

Arroz and Housen followed suit, plopping unceremoniously onto the floor with a dull thud.

Adelaide’s lips twitched involuntarily. He’d expected Tang Fang to weigh in, perhaps offer some insight or advice. Instead, the man had casually sidestepped responsibility, leaving the burden squarely back in their laps.

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