The shelters in various air-raid tunnels across Modu had received the news: Changsheng, the Village Chief's second disciple, had arrived with reinforcements.
"It's Changsheng! Changsheng is here with reinforcements, we're saved!"
"Yes, finally someone capable has come. If they don't rescue us soon, we'll all die!"
Inside every shelter, people discussed where Changsheng would go to rescue first.
However, some were not pleased.
"Soldier in front, hurry up and contact your superiors. Make sure Changsheng rescues me first. My father has invested so much money in your military, and yet he leaves me in danger. What a bunch of incompetents!"
The speaker was Chen Sicong, the son of Modu's famous real estate magnate.
The place he was in was guarded by bodyguards, and ordinary people kept their distance from him. He also didn't want any commoners near him.
The soldiers in the shelter frowned upon hearing his voice. It was the end of the world, and he was still pulling this stunt?
"Everything will be handled according to superior arrangements. Please do not cause a disturbance here, as it may unsettle others!"
Chen Sicong was furious. If he hadn't passed out from taking drugs, he would have left long ago and wouldn't be here now.
"I don't care, I have to leave now!"
The soldier in front of him frowned.
"You have two Early War Gods by your side. You can leave anytime you wish. I won't stop you!"
Hearing that there were two Early War Gods, many ordinary citizens present were surprised. With such bodyguards, why were they still here?
What angered them even more was that with two Early War Gods, they should have gone out to help earlier, instead of letting that Early War God become a casualty of the demon slaves while covering their retreat.
"Chen, you've gone too far! With two Early War Gods, why didn't you help earlier?"
"That's right! If your two Early War Gods had acted, perhaps all of us would have already retreated to safety. How could we be in this situation!"
"It's this time, and you're still thinking only of yourself. Rich people like you are truly all bad!"
As they spoke, they made Chen Sicong increasingly angry.
"Shut up, all of you! These are bodyguards I've hired with a fortune. They can only stay by my side and protect me. What does the life and death of others have to do with me."
Clearly, this statement drew the dissatisfaction of everyone present, and they began to point fingers at Chen Sicong.
However, the soldiers present immediately intervened.
"Enough! Don't you think it's chaotic enough? Chen Sicong, if you want to leave, then scram. Otherwise, shut up and wait here for rescue!"
The speaker was an officer whose strength was also that of an Early War God.
Chen Sicong clearly didn't take the officer seriously, as he had two Early War Gods by his side.
"Don't give me any of your nonsense. Contact that Changsheng immediately and get me out of here. I don't want to stay in this dirty, smelly place!"
The officer frowned, but he was helpless. After all, the highest combat power here was himself, and he was only an Early War God, while Chen Sicong had two Early War Gods beside him. If it came to a confrontation, he wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure.
"Everything will be handled according to superior arrangements. If you want to leave, then leave. Please remain quiet and wait, the organization will not abandon us!"
Afterward, the ordinary people quieted down. Only this guy continued to chatter, clearly unwilling to stay, yet afraid to leave.
Of course, similar situations were happening in several other shelters. The young masters and ladies from wealthy families were clearly unwilling to remain in these places.
Changsheng, along with his ten companions, arrived at Modu's base as soon as possible.
He was greeted by a commander from Modu.
"Brother Changsheng, you've finally arrived. And to the other brothers, thank you for your hard work!"
A commander in his 40s, wearing a military uniform, expressed his warm welcome to Changsheng and the others.
Changsheng nodded and said, "This is an urgent matter, so let's get straight to the point. Master sent me here to help. If we can't hold the line, we should retreat directly, but the premise is to transfer as many ordinary citizens as possible!"
The commander nodded repeatedly and said, "I understand, but the difficulty is quite high. However, Brother Changsheng's arrival should solve most of the problems. The enemy has too many King-level demon slaves, which has kept us under pressure. Even the most advanced laser weapons can't cause much damage to King-level demon slaves. Only Early War Gods can kill them, and High-level Generals can only inflict some damage!"
"Hmm, among the people stranded in the shelters, how many are General-level martial artists?"
The commander frowned.
"It's really difficult to count. Most people are unwilling to fight, and those who are willing have already gone to the front lines!"
Changsheng's expression also turned grim. Among these ten million people, at least five million possessed martial artist abilities.
"Damn it, are these guys trying to court death? If they break through together, there's still a glimmer of hope. If they continue to be so timid, they'll face complete annihilation!"
The commander sighed.
"There's no choice. Some are unwilling to participate, and some are prevented by their parents. But in the face of doomsday, can there be any complete eggs?"
Changsheng nodded. Even when he left, his parents were reluctant to see him go.
"It's fine, I actually expected this! Those who are too weak aren't of much use, at most they can deal with some low-level demon slaves. I need General-level martial artists. How many do you still have in the military?"
"Including volunteers, the military currently has over 40,000 people, of whom there are 98 Early War Gods! However, according to our estimates, the number of King-level demon slaves is as high as 300!"
Changsheng was shocked, not expecting the number of King-level demon dragons to be so high.
The commander also looked bitter.
"This isn't even a complete statistic. Our satellites and drones can't make precise counts. Satellites are being jammed and have basically become useless, and drones are usually destroyed by a single blow shortly after flying out!"
Changsheng shook his head. The arrival of demon slaves had indeed changed everything on Blue Star.
The reason mobile phones still had signals was because the servers had been loaded, and all signals were relayed through the servers.
However, satellites were indeed problematic.
Servers could connect to satellites, but due to the vast distance and the need for continuous output to connect, they were easily interfered with.
Although the satellites in the sky were operating normally, the commands uploaded from the ground were severely delayed. Apart from occasionally collecting some intelligence, they were indeed no different from decorations.