I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

“…”

“Destroy the bridge, take all ammunition and supplies, and shrink the line of defense to the south bank of the Yangtze River.”

“Give them the northern suburbs.”

“Deploy the machine guns from the frontline along the bank. The Wanderer’s tank has a weight of more than 100 tons and will not be able to pass across the ice. As long as the enemy infantries and light armors are stopped from crossing the Yangtze River to build pontoons, victory is on our side.”

“Hunter Corps, harass the enemy supply line from their flank and use light armor to raid the rear of the enemy.”

“Focus on attacking air defense targets. Remember to avoid direct engagement with the enemy and retreat if the attack fails.”

“…”

Although the Northern Alliance Area possessed a strong air defense force, the air supremacy remained ultimately in the hands of the NAC. Even if NAC couldn’t launch an air strike, it still possessed the ability to conduct high-altitude reconnaissance at a safe distance.

As long as the communication remain unblocked, the air force could use the terrain to avoid the force of Northern Alliance Area.

Active retreat and a network was deployed along the river to block the enemy’s offense to the city center offensive, while extending the strategic depth of the enemy and use guerrillas to harass the rear of the enemy.

Several orders were issued consecutively. Under the command of Han Junhua, the tactics of the Second Army began to shift toward mobilizing the force.

Although the change of command caused some confusion at the beginning of the retreat, Han Junhua still managed to maintain the confusion to a minimum with her previous command experience.

Seeing the reconstructed defense line, even Wang Zhaowu marveled at the pre-war military officer. He was indeed not comparable.

At the same time, in a half-collapsed building in the northern suburb.

From its appearance, it was no different from the rubble all over the wasteland. Even if it were swept through by a life detector, there wouldn’t be any abnormalities. In essence, however, it was transformed into a temporary headquarters by the Northern Alliance Area. Fang Yuanhong, the commander of the First Legion, was personally stationed here.

Since the retreat of the NAC began, Fang Yuanhong stared at the map in the holographic screen in silence. At this moment, a faint smile suddenly formed on his face before it evolved into laughter.

“…Interesting.”

When he laughed enough, the resilient face gradually cooled down, shaking his head and talking to himself.

“It seems that this puppet regime called NAC is not made up of just fools after all. It can correct strategic mistakes in such a short period of time and boldly put it into practice… Eh, could it be—”

[This can’t be a monster that the project came up with…]

Then Fang Yuanhong shook his head and denied his conjecture.

The Mental Commissar was the secret weapon of Pan-Asia Cooperation and not some kind of basic training. And even if it was a pre-war PAC officer with Mental Commissars in command, NAC was unlikely to win.

They want to block the First Legion’s armored spear with the Yangtze River?

“Oh, we can use more than the Wanderer.” Fang Yuanhan smiled and shook his head, turning his eyes to the door of the headquarters.

There stood a dark green figure.

On the orc-like burly body, the marble-like muscles bumped. No one doubted its physique that could compete with the Dead claws. In this icy snow, it was only covered with a not-so-thick leather, the amber pupils exuded bloodthirsty fierce lights.

It was a mutated human. It belonged to a tribe that had migrated from Wanghai City to the north.

In order to win, the Northern Alliance didn’t mind working with anyone.

Even if they were not human at all.

…

Outside the Fishbone base, a unique car was parked at the gate of the base.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man stepped out with his driver and two bodyguards. Four people lifted their hands above their heads and motioned there was no hostility. The two NAC sentries at the entrance stepped forward and took away their weapons, as well as the crystals, and then brought them into the base.

In the meeting room at the outer layer of the base, Jiang Chen met with the middle-aged man.

“Hello General of NAC, my name is Lu Minghui, Bishop of the Dusk Church. Here, I represent the followers of the Dusk Church and offer you the highest respect.” Maintaining the highest level of humility, Lu Minghui bowed to Jiang Chen. .

The Dusk Church originated in Lanzhou. However, two tigers couldn’t reside in the same mountain. After losing in the confrontation with the Northern Alliance Area, the Dusk Church had to migrate. Some of them went east, while others went down the Han River.

Religion has always been a troublesome thing. The more suffering, the blinder the followers, and the more believers. On this migratory road, although few people accompanied the stubborn and arrogant man to the end, they left a lot of “fire seed” along the way.

One branch that grew stronger was the Shangjing Chapter. The people who had not migrated along the Han River used the underground rail transit line and arrived in Shangjing after many twists and turns. They settled in a large city that was not inferior to Wanghai.

Two years ago, Jiang Chen “inadvertently” poked a hole in their leader Bo Yu. Since then, the church’s influence in the south plummeted and it completely lost control of Suzhou and the surrounding areas.

However, this did not affect the relationship between the NAC and the Dusk Church. Although the diplomatic dialogue was almost zero, there had been a considerable amount of trading between the two parties.

It was because of this reason that Jiang Chen did not kick out the fellow who claimed to be Bishop of the Dusk Church.

“Welcome, Mr. Lu Minghui.” Jiang Chen asked him to take a seat and ordered the waiter to pour two cups of good black tea from Sri Lanka.

As soon as his mouth touched the edge of the teacup, the bishop’s eyes flashed with a hint of consternation. With such refreshing aroma and pure taste, he hadn’t tasted something like this for more than 20 years. The reason was because of the reminisce about the past and the nostalgia for the pre-war life.

“Great tea… If you don’t mind me asking, can I ask you where did you get it from?”

“Pan Asia, in the Indian region, Island of Sri Lanka,” Jiang Chen smiled. “You should have heard that we have already occupied Yizhou Island and opened a trade route to the south. If you are interested, I can gift you some.”

Half of these were his nonsense. This so-called Sri Lankan black tea was just a gift from a business partner from the other world. He had an inventory of luxury goods such as tea. However, Mr. Lu Minghui was not likely to go to the far-away India to validate this, he didn’t mind using this “import” to increase his bargaining chip.

Being able to trade with distant survivors was a symbol of strength.

Sure enough, after seeing Jiang Chen’s generosity, Lu Minghui visibly hid away the slightest contempt and hesitation behind the politeness, and instead adopted a more stern attitude.

“I’m grateful!”

He bowed and he unceremoniously accepted Jiang Chen’s gift.

“Let’s stop with the small talk. You should be very clear that we are in a war with the Northern Alliance Area. If you are not here just to be a bystander, you should have something interesting to discuss with us. Am I right?” Jiang Chen said with a smile.

“Indeed, we have very important things to discuss with you,” Lu Minghui said. “But before that, I want to ask Mr. General a question first. Have you heard of a term before?”

“What term?” Jiang Chen responded with a frown.

“The Holy Shield.”

Looking into Jiang Chen’s eyes, the bishop said seriously.