Jiang Ye was extremely panicked.
The Mil people were, after all, humanity's mortal enemies, and they had created abominations like the poison moths. Who knew how many other weapons they would unleash in the future.
Preparations had to be made early; it was crucial to plan ahead.
First, he opened the satellite map and initiated a global thermal scan.
After scanning, he found no large-scale heat sources for the moment. The largest heat sources were the cities Jiang Ye had established.
He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that perhaps the poison moths had not yet reached this planet.
He clicked on [Construct Factory] and then [Military Factory].
Three days had passed since the last military factory was built, and new factory categories had been unlocked.
Jiang Ye was greatly disappointed after reviewing them; there were no weapons capable of global strikes, only various small gadgets.
The first factory produced "Scuba Gear."
This wasn't the bulky, cumbersome scuba equipment of ancient divers, but a transparent mask worn on the face that could rapidly extract oxygen from water, allowing divers to breathe. It had a 24-hour lifespan, meaning one could stay underwater all day without surfacing.
The second factory produced "Anti-Infantry Jump Mines."
These were simple anti-infantry jump mines, about the size of a fist, buried on the surface. If anyone approached within the kill radius, the mine would jump up to a height of one meter before exploding. The blast was small, just enough to kill or injure someone.
The third factory produced "Military Stimulants."
These were stimulants made from a mixture of ingredients, administered via injection. They could temporarily enhance muscle activity and cognitive agility, with the drawback of causing extreme drowsiness afterward. They were intended for a quick boost during critical moments.
The cost of all three factories was less than one hundred million yuan. Jiang Ye clicked to construct them all, as building these military factories was necessary to unlock other factory categories in three days.
These new weapons couldn't eliminate the poison moths and were of limited use, only suitable for minor skirmishes.
With no other options, Jiang Ye focused his attention on a previously available military factory:
[Factory Type: Destroyer Factory]
[Factory Description: Occupies an area of 190,000 square meters, featuring an automated destroyer production line. Requires 420 workers, with simple operation and training provided. Can produce one standard-class destroyer every two weeks. The entire vessel cannot be sold, but parts can be sold, generating a daily profit of 6 million yuan.]
[Weapon Parameters: 9,000-ton standard destroyer, equipped with two electromagnetic cannons, two torpedo launchers, a vertical missile launch system, a small-power laser cannon, and automatic navigation and radar equipment.
Ammunition capacity: 1,000 shells, 300 conventional explosive torpedoes, 600 mini-missiles, and 300 battery packs. Can transport 1,500 soldiers and 3,000 tons of cargo at once. It is a powerful, cost-effective, and reliable traditional medium-sized warship.]
[Construction Cost: 10 billion yuan]
He had already built a frigate factory previously, and two frigates had been launched. However, their firepower was mediocre, their range was small, and their speed was slow, making it impossible to reach distant parts of the globe. They could at best deter nearby regions.
To strike anywhere on the planet, large-tonnage warships were essential. They needed to be able to travel far along ocean currents and then use their range to cover land.
Destroyers were the only option available for now. Factories for larger cruisers or aircraft carriers had not yet been unlocked.
But looking at the price, Jiang Ye felt a familiar pang of distress.
Ten billion yuan!
He currently had only 76,450,000,000 yuan.
He was still short by 2.4 billion yuan, which was no small sum.
However, Jiang Ye's financial resources were not limited to what he had on hand.
He opened his phone's contact list and dialed Che Zhen.
The call was answered instantly, accompanied by the sound of rushing water.
Che Zhen: "Commander!"
Jiang Ye frowned slightly, "Why is there water noise on your end? Where are you?"
Che Zhen: "Reporting, I'm taking a shower and standing under the showerhead."
Jiang Ye was very pleased. What was a good subordinate? This was a good subordinate! He answered a work call immediately, even while showering!
"How much money does the army's account have?" Jiang Ye asked.
"Reporting, 2.8 billion yuan, with a little over ten million in loose change," Che Zhen replied.
"Transfer 2.4 billion to me. We're preparing to build the destroyer factory," Jiang Ye instructed. "In the next few days, you'll send people to Oil City to recruit soldiers. We need a thousand, men and women are fine, but they must be reliable."
After hanging up, less than a minute later, he received a notification of the transfer: 2.4 billion yuan in cash.
He immediately placed the order for the destroyer factory and sent the site selection to Xu Yan, placing it next to the previous frigate factory for easier personnel deployment.
Xu Yan: "My goodness, a ten-billion-yuan order! How are you so rich lately?"
Jiang Ye sent two dog emojis and didn't explain.
With his work handled, he collapsed onto the bed to sleep.
He woke up a few hours later, and it was only six in the morning. The sky outside was still dark, as winter days were short and nights were long.
Jiang Ye got up, composed a message, and sent it on the unit's communication channel.
[All Captains, report to the small conference room in ten minutes. Jiang.]
He changed into his military uniform, drank two cups of hot tea, walked downstairs, and pushed open the door to the small conference room.
The officers were already there, rubbing their faces and yawning in unison.
Last night, they had led their teams in dismantling the remaining frog mothers in the hilly terrain. They had been busy until three in the morning before returning. After the weapons were stored and the teams had returned, it was already four when they finally got into bed. Yet, after only two hours of sleep, they were summoned to the conference room by a message. It was no wonder they were drowsy.
Liu Jizi also looked exhausted, tremblingly pouring tea for the officers. She hadn't even had time to tie her hair, which was messily spread out, and her bare face looked particularly haggard.
Jiang Ye, on the other hand, was full of energy, having slept soundly.
He sat down at the head of the table and slammed his fist on it!
The officers jumped in fright, collectively shuddering. Liu Jizi's teacup shattered on the floor, splashing tea onto her high heels.
"Are you all awake now?" Jiang Ye asked. "There's a lot to discuss, and it's very important. Listen carefully, and don't doze off."
The officers wore wry smiles. "Yes!"
"First, we need to expand the number of military administrative personnel. The entire army consists of combat units, and there's no one to handle information and clerical work. This is not a sustainable plan. For example, the military budget deposits have always been managed by Che Zhen. He has to lead troops in battle and also manage these trivial matters; it's too tiring," Jiang Ye said. "You can select suitable personnel for administrative work from your own units, or you can recruit from the cities. Submit the list to me later, and I'll arrange it personally."
The officers nodded in agreement. They had long felt the need to recruit more administrative personnel. Especially after every mission, writing mission reports caused the officers to lose hair from stress. Having an administrator help with writing would alleviate this fatigue.
"Second, I've received intelligence that the Mil people might be sending new weapons."
As Jiang Ye spoke, he activated the holographic projector, displaying the messages from the group chat last night to the officers.