Chapter 357

Unable to refute.

After a long while, Kǎi'ēnsī let out a long breath and wearily slumped into the chair.

The other generals beside him, feeling somewhat uneasy, asked their leader:

"Lord Kǎi'ēnsī, we..."

"What should we do next?"

"Are we really supposed to surrender unconditionally?"

"Isn't that too..."

Without finishing the latter part, the speaking senior general felt somewhat ridiculous.

They, a whole group, were actually frightened by a video.

The enemy didn't move a single soldier, yet put forward such an "insulting" demand, and we actually began to consider it.

The reason is simple: the man in the video is too terrifying.

He has even thought about it more than once...

If it's true, could that person really be a divine envoy? A deity?

Has he come to save this world?

As soon as the words fell, a burly man with a stubbled face, his muscles bulging, his uniform tight,

He glared at the speaking general and shouted:

"What the hell are you spouting?!"

"Unconditional surrender! Disarm all weapons!"

"Isn't this just telling us to wash our necks clean, then lie on the chopping block for him to slash?!"

"We don't even know if the video is real or fake!"

"One person scared you out of your wits?!"

"Damn you, you bunch of worthless staff officers, each more cowardly than the last!"

Saliva flying, the senior general of staff background, his face ashen, watched the bearded burly man spray him with a tirade, yet dared not retort.

The bearded burly man pointed his finger at his forehead, speaking ever more fervently:

"Even if the video is real, so what!? Our military region has over six hundred thousand regular troops, missiles, artillery, tanks! Damn it, we have whatever we want!"

"I don't believe we can't blast that guy to death!"

"If that sword‑backed man dares to come, I, Laozi, will lead the team to blast him to death!"

Emotions ran high, and the entire meeting room descended into chaos.

Many generals with opposing views hurled insults at each other, and many already had poor relations.

Under the pressure, several officers could barely restrain themselves from wanting to fight on the spot.

"Enough!!"

Kǎi'ēnsī roared in anger, shot to his feet, and the chair behind him was violently knocked over as he sprang up.

"The enemy hasn't even arrived yet, and you're already fighting among yourselves!"

After saying that, he drew a deep breath, his heart agitated and uneasy.

Unlike the bearded burly man's remarks, he had little confidence that the Safe Zone could withstand such an existence.

Merely the near‑sonic speed capability rendered ordinary artillery and bullets utterly ineffective.

He held a report issued by the Safe Zone's combat experts.

The man's void‑control ability shown in the video is practically the perfect nemesis of modern weapons.

If this person were to infiltrate covertly, the entire High Level might be beheaded.

As the leader of a faction, he clearly knew that Bolaka's strength was not weak either.

If the video is true...

In less than a day they could subjugate all of Bolaka; if our Safe Zone faced such an enemy, the outcome would likely be no better.

However.

To surrender unconditionally over a possibly fake video would be utterly ridiculous.

Should we give up our authority?

Who knows how that person would treat us after we lay down our arms and are merged.

He had seen clearly that the Bolaka high‑rank nobles were hung like sausages on the city walls.

Bare‑faced intimidation!

For the first time in his life, he couldn't help feeling a bit at a loss.

A bitter smile, helpless.

Has a single video robbed us of our fighting spirit?

In the gloomy atmosphere, Kǎi'ēnsī, feeling as if he had aged ten years, dragged the chair from the floor back and sat down again.

His voice low, tinged with resignation:

"First, we cannot necessarily confirm the video's authenticity now."

"Therefore, surrender is absolutely out of the question."

"Second, Bolaka demands our reply within three days, or they will launch the 'Cleansing' plan."

"Regarding this point..."

He sighed.

"We also have no choice but to prepare."

"All we can do is wait and see, yet we must not overly offend them."

If it's true, we've offended them again. That would be bad...

Therefore.

Kaisensi licked his chapped lips and issued the final order:

Pass on my order: contact the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Bolaka, and say that we have some internal conflicts and cannot abandon our arms in the short term.

Anyway, that's roughly the meaning.

We must neither offend them nor reveal any intention to abandon our arms.

We'll first see how other forces react; likely some forces won't take the video seriously.

If the man in the video really will act, then we'll see the actual situation.

If we truly have no power to resist, we might as well surrender.

If not...

Everyone heard and voiced no objection; the leader's idea was the most prudent.

The Kanbula Military Base Safe Zone is quite a good safe zone in the wilderness.

The High Level was formed from the original Military Region personnel; correspondingly, they have cultivated many technical personnel.

They can analyze the video's authenticity through various means, but other forces may not necessarily have such means or brains.

Moreover, the tone of the notice sent by Bolaka is overly arrogant.

No need to think; there will definitely be forces that scorn it and act as the outspoken bird.

By then, just seeing it with our own eyes will suffice.

Whether true or false, everything will be known in two days.

After confirming the countermeasures, orders were passed down one after another.

The entire Kanbula Military Region entered the highest alert status, with large numbers of troops deployed to prevent any possible sneak infiltration.

At the same time, some Safe Zones with analysis capabilities or relatively vigilant adopted the same measures as Kanbula.

Another group of private armed forces scoffed and sent insulting messages back to Bolaka.

The entire wilderness seethed with undercurrents.

Large numbers of reconnaissance aircraft and personnel were dispatched.

For the first time since the catastrophe, the whole world is so focused on the movements of a Safe Zone.

Amid mockery, contempt, abuse, astonishment, and unease.

Everyone waited silently for Bolaka to make a move.

Or rather.

Waiting, for the appearance of that man.