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An hour later, Yang Chendong, director of the Space Alert Department, hurried into Chen Long's office.

At this time, Chen Long was browsing the national logistics and transportation situation.

"Reporting to the team leader, the Purple Mountain Observatory under my department has observed that the alien star wheel near the Milky Way in Orion has broken apart, indicating that the alien sub-light speed spacecraft has broken through Orion and is about to enter the Milky Way."

"It will take less than eight years to reach Earth."

There was a trace of solemnity and tension on Yang Chendong's face, and his tone became slower.

After all, this was the first time he had come face to face with aliens in his more than 20 years of work.

No one would be able to calm down after hearing the news of alien invasion.

After listening to his report, Chen Long's face was calm, without any ripples, and he said lightly: "What is coming will eventually come. What we need to do now is to speed up the plan and enter the next stage as soon as possible."

"You continue to observe their movements and report any abnormalities!"

"As ordered!"

Yang Chendong took the order and left, sighing in his heart: "The team leader is worthy of being the team leader. The aliens are constantly approaching, but he can still remain calm and composed."

What he could never have imagined was that, as a commander of the resistance army in his previous life, Chen Long had experienced countless life-and-death battles with aliens, and was already very familiar with those ugly creatures.

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At the same time, the national transport is still ongoing.

As the intelligent brain, Chen Long only needs to open his mouth, and these few words, when implemented below, turn into a storm.

The YTO Logistics headquarters building was crowded with people at a time when it should have been closed for a break.

The chairman sat at his desk, ready for action, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

The cell phone rang and a message came in, with only two simple words.

"action!"

The messenger's signature was even simpler - Special Projects Team.

"call."

A long sigh was heard and the chairman tapped the table. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Behind him, dozens of branch directors who were already prepared immediately tapped on their keyboards to convey the message.

His fingertips jumped on the keyboard, and the same content appeared simultaneously on the screen dozens of feet wide.

There are only two simple words: "Action!!"

"Di!"

The sound of the message being transmitted was heard, the keyboard fell, and with the headquarters as the center, countless people began to run frantically, and countless heavy truck engines started to run at the same time.

They had received the notice in advance and were ready, and at this moment they flew out like an arrow.

Several major transportation bases of YTO Logistics responded at the same time:

"Western Region Transport Base Heavy Trucks Assemble!"

"Heavy trucks assembled at the southern transport base!"

"Heavy trucks from the eastern region have been assembled!"

At the headquarters, in the mail room filled with the sounds of electronic broadcasts, news from all over the country continued to come in.

On the wall covered with electronic screens, countless route planning maps light up, and behind each small dot, there are countless metal torrents surging.

The same scene appeared almost simultaneously in all logistics companies in the East...

"boom!!!"

The roaring heavy trucks roll over highways, city avenues and even sparsely populated country roads.

On the Yanshen Expressway that runs north-south, the tires of a heavy truck rolled over the ground, sending a stone flying. The flying stone bounced back and was rolled over by another truck again.

Following closely behind was a long line of heavy trucks traveling on the asphalt road, which was hundreds of kilometers long.

In the cab of the heavy truck, the driver, Master Zhang, gripped the steering wheel tightly and looked forward.

The heavy trucks were speeding along, letting the whistling mountain winds on both sides of the expressway sweep past them, with the roar of their engines stirring in the air.

On the dashboard, the voices of the team members kept coming from the intercom.

"The country has mobilized at least one million heavy trucks, which is really a big deal!"

"The scale of this operation is even larger than the last joint operation! At least eight million people from the navy, army and air force are involved!"

"Didn't you notice that the goods have been installed for us? All that's left is to transport them to their destination."

"I think it's probably that plan..."

"It must be!"

An older driver said this and everyone fell silent.

Indeed, it seems that only the special project team is capable of launching an operation of this level.

At the thought of this, a determined look flashed across every driver's face.

"I never thought that being a driver could also help serve my country. It's so cool!"

"I'm so excited now that I can hardly hold the steering wheel."

"I thought I would just live my life like this, but in the end, I can walk on the stage of history."

"For the country and the family, it's really exciting!!!"

Master Zhang, with gray hair on his temples, was also feeling emotional.

He is a retired veteran who dedicated his youth to his country when he was young.

Even after retiring from the army, they often live with the idea that "if there is a war, I will return if called."

Every time I see border conflicts and blockades of trade with the East on TV, I wish I could go to the battlefield for my country again.

Today, he feels extremely honored to be able to work hard for the country again.

Suddenly, a small stone, crushed by the car in front, pierced through the windshield with a "bang".

The stone passed through Master Zhang's cheek like a bullet.

Blood gurgled out instantly.

But Master Zhang did not wipe the blood, did not make any movement, and insisted on holding the steering wheel tightly and driving.

Trucks are now traveling at high speeds, and if there is the slightest mistake, it may cause a chain reaction and affect the entire transportation mission.

Master Zhang gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and continued driving, letting the blood flow to the back of his hand...

Gradually, the roar of trucks swept across every inch of land in the East, and the trucks on the Eastern Expressway headed straight for the mountain pass in the southeast area.

There are already thousands of heavy trucks parked here, forming a square formation. It looks like an endless ocean of heavy trucks.

Outside the mountain pass, traffic is like rivers flowing into the sea, constantly pouring into the base.

After the traffic, there is more traffic.

Above the nine heavens, the stars are twinkling.

Reflecting the vortices formed by the traffic.

500 million tons of supplies are also being gathered at a rapid pace...