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In a secret location in the heart of Northern Korea, inside a sturdy fortress deep underground, the lights are on.

This is a hub that combines power and decision-making.

In the command hall.

The screens on the wall constantly switched between various surveillance images and tactical analysis charts. The air was filled with a tense and depressing atmosphere, as if one could feel the pulse of an upcoming major event.

The Sandaime was sitting alone on a heavy wooden chair, his figure standing out from the crowd.

He held a freshly lit cigar in his hand, and light blue smoke slowly rose, surrounding his head, forming delicate spirals.

At this moment, even this busy command center could not disturb his inner peace, as if he possessed a power independent of this world.

There was silence in the hall. Everyone held their breath and dared not make any sound for fear of disturbing the leader who was thinking.

Everyone's heart beats faster unconsciously, and blood flows rapidly in their veins, because they know that soon, the smoke of war will rise again in this country after seventy years.

"Report, drones show that enemy artillery has entered the position."

A young officer broke the silence. His voice was particularly clear in the empty hall, and every word struck everyone's heartstrings.

The Sandaime slowly raised his head, his deep eyes piercing through the smoke and focusing on the young officer. The cigar in his hand tilted slightly, and the light blue ash fell slowly, but it did not fall to the ground, but was caught swiftly by the adjutant beside him.

"General Cui Yuan, please give us another report on our army's preparations."

The Sandaime turned his gaze to his military lieutenant, his expression calm.

An officer, whose face was full of traces of time but whose eyes sparkled with determination and loyalty, stepped forward, cleared his throat, and spoke in a loud and powerful voice:

"Dear Sandaime, our army has now entered a full combat readiness state. All frontline positions have been reinforced.

Three corps, two thousand tanks, one thousand five hundred armored personnel carriers, and five thousand artillery pieces of various calibers are all in place and can be put into battle at any time.

In addition, 30,000 soldiers of various military forces have been deployed in key locations and are ready to perform special tasks at any time."

The muscles on the Sandaime's face twitched slightly as he listened to the report, then he nodded, signaling Cui Yuan to continue.

"As for our long-range fire support,"

Cui Yuan paused, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, replaced by a serious expression, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, and he said: "Our missile forces are fully prepared. With just one order, we can carry out precise strikes on enemy targets deep inside."

Having said this, Cui Yuan paused for a moment, as if to leave enough room for imagination for everyone present, and then continued: "In three days at most, our troops will be able to reach the 100-kilometer distance set by Daxia."

After hearing this news, the atmosphere in the conference room became heated. Everyone could feel the confidence and determination in Cui Yuan's words, which also showed that the North Korean army was ready for a full-scale war and could go into battle at any time.

"Good! General Cui Yuan!"

The Sandaime smiled with satisfaction, his tone full of gentleness and appreciation: "The military's preparations are very good, and they are worthy of being the pride of our country."

After receiving the approval of the Sandaime, Cui Yuan couldn't help but straighten his chest a little higher, but he still maintained the proper humility: "These are what we should do... Defending the motherland is the unshirkable responsibility of every soldier."

"Well, that's a good point! Raise your troops for a thousand days and deploy them for a moment!"

The Sandaime nodded again to show his agreement. He put down the cigar in his hand, stood up, looked around, his eyes firm and sharp: "Everyone, since South Korea has chosen to fight without declaring war, then we must fight back!"

The Sandaime's voice echoed in the conference room with an unshakable determination.

"We want the whole world to know that even after 70 years, our North Koreans still have the power to crush South Koreans.

"Now, I command!"

The Sandaime raised his right hand and made a decisive gesture, "All legions on the southern front, act according to the plan."

Then, he looked at Cui Yuan with his sharp eyes and said in a resounding voice:

"General Cui Yuan, I authorize you to take full charge of the front-line command.

We must break through the South Korean defense line before dawn and surround the South Korean capital within one day..."

"As ordered!"

General Cui Yuan saluted with a standard military voice, his voice sonorous and powerful.

The Sandaime nodded slightly, sitting back in his chair, lighting another cigar in his hand.

As the smoke rose, his eyes were filled with a hint of melancholy.

Few people knew that this impending conflict would be the final swan song of the entire North Korean army.

After this battle, the entire country will be greeted with earth-shaking changes...