"Same as our last dungeon, if a soldier is infected, it means he is carrying..."
Lin An suddenly turned around and glanced at Xiong Hanzi in surprise.
When Zhang Tie reported the situation, he seemed to want to be like an army lieutenant general and be methodical.
But this guy is not used to swearing. He is really not used to it.
"fine."
Lin An smiled and threw the prepared potion into the ring:
"Are you trying to say that the further we push forward, the death toll will exceed the military's endurance limit?"
"Even ascetics resist."
"If a normal army's death rate exceeds 30% and does not retreat, it is considered a dead soldier."
"But if we can survive 30% of this battle, it would be considered good..."
Zhang Tie nodded, somewhat hesitant.
Unlike the amoeba replica, this place also has the technological means to mass-produce self-destructing chips to control soldiers.
Even if he was ruthless enough to force them to attack, he still wouldn't be able to control so many.
Counting the steady stream of troops arriving from the rear, the armed force they mobilized this time already numbered in the hundreds of millions.
Like the great migration of lemmings, rushing towards the land of death.
"It's very simple."
Lin An waved his hand, thought for a moment and then looked at the ascetic "at his feet".
"Whether it's morale or combat power issues, they can be easily solved."
"Let's go all out to make drugs, regardless of the quality of the drugs extracted."
"This thing is not difficult to copy."
After a pause, he lowered his head and chuckled, somewhat self-deprecating.
"Let's learn blitzkrieg..."
"Accelerate the transformation of ascetics without worrying about the sequelae."
"All..."
"Take drugs!"
...
once.
In May 1940, all German soldiers marched unrestrictedly for three days and two nights, creating a miracle in the history of war.
But now, Lin An doesn't mind following suit.

Chapter completed!