Chapter 857 - 876: The Male Lead Currently Piloting a Warship on His Way
Chapter 857: Chapter 876: The Male Lead Currently Piloting a Warship on His Way
They couldn’t believe they had actually won! Securing a victory in a battle against such a behemoth left the group overjoyed. However, Qiuqiu and Wanxing’s happiness faded the fastest, as they knew this was only the beginning.
Just as Qiuqiu and Wanxing had used the power of the "past" this time to make casual onlookers in the food circle turn a deaf ear to the internet trolls’ posts, the trolls would soon leverage power from elsewhere to crush the food zone.
"We were able to win because, in the food zone, Qiuqiu has a large and loyal fanbase," they discussed. But in the broader environment, the company couldn’t control the thoughts of casual onlookers at all. It would also be very difficult to use the method of continuous short comments to suppress the trending topics. Doing so would make people think Qiuqiu’s fans were irrational, easily drawing hate toward the entire fan base.
"All in all, in the next stage, I’m afraid we will lose."
Defeat was well within Qiuqiu’s expectations. "But it doesn’t matter. We want them to blow things out of proportion."
This way, once the protective personnel arrived, they could start the livestream. The more attention they attracted, the more viewers they would get. Moreover, it would make it easier to create a dramatic reversal and drive Q3 straight into the ground.
"So, no matter what happens next or what kind of situation I end up in, don’t be sad. Look at it from another perspective: this is just the darkness before the dawn."
Her thoughtfulness was simply heartbreaking.
"By the way, if the opponents shift to a larger zone and try to use it to suppress our smaller one, I will post an update on the Star Network. Xiao Wan, remember to share it using the studio account."
"Respond?" Little President Qian paused for a moment. "Qiuqiu, didn’t you say you would remain silent during this period?"
"This time is different. It’s not a counterattack," Jiang Qiuqiu said with complete clarity. "The trending topics will definitely be suppressed. When that happens, I won’t post anything sensational. I just want to tell the fans that I am here, and I am holding on."
This message wouldn’t be for Q3 and the internet trolls; it was for the Ju people who had been actively fighting on the frontlines. It was her way of hoping everyone would stand with her to welcome the dawn.
"I will share it!" Xiao Wan promised.
By the time they finished discussing their strategy, the sky had turned pitch black. Having worked overtime for several consecutive days, Wanxing and Meimei were so keyed up that they couldn’t even feel the fatigue. Just a moment before disconnecting the call, someone murmured softly, wondering when all of this would finally pass.
Qiuqiu didn’t know the exact timeframe either. They had to wait for the rescue personnel to arrive. And the people who came had to be powerful enough. An ordinary team probably wouldn’t be able to suppress the profit-driven Q3 executives who thought they could do whatever they pleased.
She wondered who the director had sent.
On the frontline battlefield.
Insect Race corpses littered the ground everywhere. The expeditionary logistics army was currently cleaning up the battlefield.
The insect swarm season—which had lasted for half a year, longer than any in the past twenty years—had suddenly ended after the previous wave. The overwhelming hordes of the Insect Race seemed to have received some kind of summons. They went from a desperate forward advance to a frantic retreat back to their hive. Yesterday, satellite robots transmitted the latest images of the Insect Nest.
The Insect Race had gone into hibernation again.
All the soldiers on the frontlines breathed a massive sigh of relief. They finally didn’t have to fight anymore. The endless waves of enemies, high-intensity combat, and irregular attack patterns had left everyone physically and mentally exhausted.
The weather was also getting colder. The Polar Planet was inherently a low-temperature planet, and with winter approaching, even Genetic Hybrids wouldn’t be able to withstand it. Furthermore, supplies were barely keeping up. The Spirit Healing Masters in the ranks had all overdrawn their spiritual power. By the time they returned to the Federation Star, they would likely need to see Spirit Healing Masters themselves.
But all complaints aside, the end of the war and a successful border defense always brought immense joy.
Mo Si and his two lieutenant generals stood on the main warship.
"How much longer to clean up the battlefield?"
Qiudao opened his terminal. "Admiral, it will take about six more days." After all, there were many things that needed to be gathered and secured. On top of that, their energy reserves were low, so they had to wait for an energy shipment to arrive.
"What if we split into a front and rear vanguard?"
"A front and rear vanguard?!" Changbei exclaimed. "Admiral, do you have urgent business back in the Federation?"
Mo Si shot him a sideways glance.
Qiudao swatted Changbei. Couldn’t he see the Admiral was in a bad mood? Why keep asking questions? "If we split into a front and rear vanguard, it will take about four days. We’ll pull back from the battlefield first and head to the Polar Star. Admiral, you can take a detachment of soldiers and depart first—"
"Mm." Mo Si grunted in affirmation, his voice slightly hoarse. "We’ll proceed with the front and rear vanguard. Changbei will withdraw with me first. Qiudao, arrange for four teams to follow me."
"Is your destination the Federation Star, Admiral?"
"No." As he said the word, the aura around him shifted slightly, his gaze as sharp as a fractured blade. "We are heading to the Q3 Planet."
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A Numbered Planet?!
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He was burning with impatience to get back.