Chapter 655 Secret Planning
There was a busy scene in the new navy’s headquarters.
The strategic plan personally formulated by Jin An has penetrated into every department, including the command center, quartermaster, intelligence, and technical departments. Each unit is operating in an orderly manner.
Although the atmosphere was tense, it did not seem chaotic due to the increase in manpower. Instead, there was an unprecedented sense of order.
Everyone knows their responsibilities and works together in perfect harmony, like a sophisticated machine.
Jin An stood in the center of the command room, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, scanning the map on the table.
His fingers waved slightly in the air, and his mind kept recalling the data of the fleets that were gathering.
No detail escapes his eyes.
"Let's adjust the organization of the maritime commandos and deploy the guard fleet deeper."
He said calmly, his voice calm but full of authority.
Immediately, several commanders lowered their heads and made quick adjustments on their tablets.
Although the new navy's mode of operation absorbed many new members from different backgrounds, everyone quickly adapted to Jin'an's efficient and precise command style.
Although some people did not quite understand Jinan’s strategy in the past, over time they gradually saw the power of this management style.
On the sea, the fleet is getting ready to set sail.
The commanders of various fleets had already been mobilized from other sea areas and began to assemble their fleets in an orderly manner according to Jin'an's orders.
Every new naval member who joins the team, especially those captains and commanders who once served in hostile forces, is now gradually impressed by Jin'an's leadership.
"Commander-in-Chief Jin An is truly an absolute genius."
A lieutenant exclaimed, his eyes full of admiration.
"I heard that he can even command a naval battle accurately from hundreds of kilometers away. It's simply amazing."
Another staff officer whispered in agreement.
In a corner of the control room, Vegapunk stood in front of a machine, carefully adjusting the settings of the instrument.
He glanced at Jin An who was busy, and a subtle look flashed in his eyes.
Since Jin An took over the new navy, Vegapunk has gained a deeper understanding of the potential of this navy.
Whether it is the allocation of materials or the innovation of tactics, Jinan can always find the most appropriate balance.
Because of this, he also became more aware that the rise of the new navy had become inevitable.
"Commander-in-chief, do you have any new arrangements regarding the allocation of those resources?"
A senior officer in charge of logistics came over and broke Vegapunk's meditation, and he looked up.
Jin An smiled faintly, his eyes still fixed on the fleet deployment on the map:
“You just need to make sure of one thing, that there can be no mistakes in the supply of resources.
Especially in the next preparations, we need to mobilize more forces, not only to ensure combat effectiveness on the battlefield, but also to ensure stability in the rear area.”
"Yes, understand."
The officer nodded in response.
Jin An did not pause and continued to direct the preparations for each battle with his usual calmness.
Under his command, every ship, every soldier, and every piece of material of the new navy seemed to be a chess piece on a carefully calculated chessboard, coordinating with the entire huge strategic layout and moving in the same direction.
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On the other side, the Knights of God who escaped from Marijoa and the CP high-ranking officials of the World Government gathered in a dark and desolate basement.
The lights were dim, with only a faint light flickering between the walls, casting strange shadows.
There was a heavy feeling of oppression in the air, as if even breathing had become heavy.
There are no gorgeous decorations, only cold metal tables and chairs and documents piled up in the corners, highlighting the desolation of this once high-power organization.
The Knights of God, Ser Held, who was sitting at the table, had a livid face and clenched his hands so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
There was raging anger in his eyes and his brows were deeply furrowed, and it seemed that his uncontrollable anger could be felt from every tiny movement.
His eyes were fixed on the map in front of him, and his fingertips moved across it, as if looking for a flaw or an opportunity worth reviving.
"This can't be over like this."
The silence was broken by the deep voice of Searle, full of menace and despair.
"Although the resistance has taken over Marijoa, we still have the power."
There was a deep resentment in his words, which was hatred for failure and regret for not being able to protect the glory of the World Government.
The CP executives around him did not respond, and their faces had different expressions.
Some are full of fatigue, with empty eyes;
Some of them have a cold determination, as if they have long since stopped having too many emotional fluctuations.
They used to be loyal executors of the World Government and tools for carrying out orders.
But now, their world has been completely turned upside down, and their hearts are filled with dissatisfaction and anxiety.
"Helder, now is not the time to be angry."
Carlino, a member of CP9 who was sitting at the other end of the table, spoke calmly. His voice was soft, but it revealed a majesty that could not be ignored.
“We have to calm down and look for chances.
Our strength alone is not enough to fight back against the rebels."
The rationality and restraint in his tone made the atmosphere around them even more tense.
"calm?"
Ser turned his head, a gleam of anger flashed in his eyes.
"Tell me how to calm down?
We are cornered!
Our power, our glory, all has been wiped out!"
He slammed his hands on the table with a heavy sound, as if he wanted to regain the dignity that had been taken away from him in this way.
"How can these lowly rebels trample on everything we have so wantonly!
I will never tolerate it!"
The senior executives around looked at each other and were silent for a while.
Whether they admit it or not, the anger and humiliation deep in their hearts are slowly growing.
The world government of the past controlled the fate of the world and looked down upon countless forces.
But today, with the fall of Marijoa, they not only lost physical control, but also the power and authority that made them proud.
At this moment, they are no longer the high and mighty rulers, but fugitives forced to crouch in the shadows.
"We can't let this go like this."
Another CP executive, Juris Tak, spoke in a low but resolute tone.
“If we give up now, the whole world will fall to the control of the resistance.
We must restore the glory of world government to our former glory."
"You're right."
Ser's eyes gradually became sharp, as if he sensed a glimmer of hope.
His voice slowly became calm, as if he was coming out of his anger and starting to plan a new action.
"We cannot let the history of world government end here, and we cannot let these rebels get carried away.
We have the power to take it all back.”
He glanced at the map on the table, his eyes sharp and cold.
“We must gather all our resources and redeploy our forces.
Although the world's nobles were defeated, the power they hold cannot be ignored.
We need to find those hidden forces and win over those who are willing to work for us."
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