The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 858 - 540: Change

Over the past six months, with the construction of the Tower of Trial, the Night Watchers began to take turns entering it. The previously stagnant average level of the Night Watchers started to rise rapidly.

The level standards corresponding to various positions have also changed. Now, a Captain must be at Level Nine or above.

Moreover, a Combat Master must not only be at the peak of Level Ten but also be an outstanding figure among those of the same level, to have a great hope of becoming a Legendary fighter.

Even after becoming Legendary, the Night Watchers will still be called Combat Masters.

The situation for Tactical Masters is similar to that of Combat Masters, but they receive more resources, encouraging them to get as close as possible to the Legendary Realm, ideally successfully reaching the Legendary status.

However, currently, there is no record of a Night Watcher successfully reaching the Legendary status.

The ones closest to the Legendary Realm are undoubtedly Raelia, Maxim, and Sergio. They either have extraordinary talent, or their level was already close to the limit under Legendary before becoming Night Watchers.

In the Command Camp on the Southern Front, the General of the United Army, Sweet, stood in front of the sand table, examining the situation presented on it.

Two specialized Scholars were responsible for operating the sand table, and they could accurately display real-time intelligence on the sand table using information from the Night Watchers’ maps.

In this way, even the United Army’s generals who are not Night Watchers can clearly understand the current situation.

Gathered around the sand table were not only military officers but also managers of various logistics units, city managers, transportation route managers, and others. Obviously, this was an important large-scale meeting.

In the past six months, such large-scale meetings have been frequently held, allowing information to flow quickly between parties, with mutual cooperation enabling the entire system to operate at high speed.

Sweet lightly tapped the table, saying, "Let’s begin."

As soon as he spoke, one of the managers unceremoniously said, "Borg, can’t you get your soldiers to stop being lazy? Why do you always send these refugees along the nearest route, all to the North Mountain Camp?

Do you know the North Mountain Camp is already full? It’s not that the building space is full, but the occupied area is used up completely, making further expansion impossible. Do you understand that!"

As the meeting started, it began with a burst of roaring.

As the Night Watchers’ strength continued to grow, the United Army quickly expanded outward, reclaiming lost territory.

At the same time, a large number of refugees began to emerge. Although there were many mice, it was impossible for them to occupy every area.

After many cities were breached, a large number of refugees hid scattered in various corners, making it impossible for the mice to search them individually.

Moreover, during the escape process, the refugees accumulated considerable experience, and there were even specialized guerrilla teams harassing the mice behind enemy lines.

With the front line becoming increasingly intense, the mice paid even less attention to the refugees in the occupied zones.

This made the number of surviving refugees quite substantial.

As the Night Watchers improved their strength rapidly, the front line advanced swiftly, unable to govern an area right after pushing forward. All the aftermath was entrusted to others, while the United Army’s main battle force focused solely on pushing forward with all their might.

Consequently, these refugees learned through various messages and started to gather at the refugee camps in the newly occupied areas.

Most of these refugee camps were established on previously occupied settlements.

There was no other choice; the once-settlements occupied by the mice had become dirty, filthy, and dilapidated, even posing numerous hidden dangers. It was necessary to have specialized Night Watchers or Priests from the Holy Light Church perform purification before they could be inhabited. Hence, temporary refugee camps became the top choice.

A large number of refugee camps were thus distributed across various locations.

Due to its advantageous geographical location, the North Mountain Camp was situated near a major commercial metropolis that once stood by a traffic artery.

Such favorable geographical location led to the concentration of refugees being sent here. After all, the mice couldn’t completely destroy all the roads, and moreover, they needed roads to transport supplies themselves.

This caused the refugee camp at the intersection of roads to be overcrowded.

Borg, who was being scolded, felt somewhat aggrieved, and retorted, "Do you want to go out now and stand on that hill to organize by yourself?

See if the hot weather and scorching sun will beat you down. Use your brain and think, my soldiers are already few in number, and they’ve been working at a high intensity recently, long since exhausted.

In such circumstances, they wouldn’t be able to deal with even a random attack squad from the mice, which would render any effort meaningless."

The two argued fiercely like this, getting more and more intense, even rolling up sleeves and seemingly about to engage in a physical brawl.

Seeing this scene, Sweet sighed helplessly.

The weather grew increasingly hot, yet various affairs piled up like mountains, the issue of insufficient manpower had become very evident. People’s tempers also turned irritable.

"Alright, everyone calm down."

Upon hearing his voice, those around hurriedly pulled the two apart, letting them cool down a bit.

Sweet continued, "I will organize a new recruit training camp to recruit more newcomers from the refugee camps. They will quickly be assigned to your command for training to alleviate your pressure."

Upon hearing this, the two, who had been arguing fiercely moments ago, instantly quieted down, standing calmly in place, expressing gratitude repeatedly, as if the heated argument had never taken place.

"Sir, what do you propose for the reconstruction of these cities?" A manager in luxurious attire inquired from the side.

Sweet waved his hand, "Such matters shouldn’t come to me, and there’s no need to discuss them here. There will naturally be discussions during the Order Covenant meeting, which is not something you or I can decide."

After all, the task of rebuilding so many cities, with such a large scale and wide distribution, truly was not an easy matter to resolve.

As the meeting continued, an officer couldn’t help but propose, "Our advance speed is really too fast now, logistics pressure is increasing, perhaps we should... moderately slow down the attack pace?"

Just over six months ago, they were troubled by difficulties in progressing, and unexpectedly, in just a short time, they were now worried about advancing too quickly.

This sudden change was all due to that massive black tower standing like a high wall.

His words resonated with many present, who all nodded in agreement.

However, Sweet directly shook his head, rejecting the idea.

"I certainly understand the growing pressure you all face, but I must say that such pressure we must bear and endure.

We must push the Southern Front to the mouse defensive line, and successfully break through to establish contact with the forces near the coast.

Only then can we possibly obtain sufficient resources, supplies, and manpower support. Over there, the Night Watchers have prepared everything, so bear with it a little longer."

This indeed is the reality.

Sergio and Maxim, members of the Candlelight Council, have already prepared thoroughly over there, just waiting for the sides to jointly break through the defense line.