111: Chapter 111 Preparing for the Expedition to Proxima Centauri

The personnel list for the expedition to Proxima Centauri was extensive; after all, it mostly involved placing some Androids on the tianyuan spaceship.

However, it was a conquest, and slaughter would be inevitable.

Therefore, it was better for those with weak psychological resilience not to go, lest they witness cruel scenes that might leave lasting mental scars.

Furthermore, certain matters regarding the conquest of the Lizardman Civilization needed to be kept confidential. One couldn't just pick anyone for the task; the selection had to be strict, otherwise, leaks could easily cause some 'Baizuo' types to have a mental breakdown.

"Alright, let the list be as it is then. I'll leave the notification work to you, Great Elder." After discussing for a while, Su Fan and the Great Elder finally finalized the list.

For this expedition against the Proxima Centauri Lizardman Civilization, Su Fan would serve as the Commander-in-Chief of the Expeditionary Fleet. Zhao Jianguo would serve as the Legion Commander of the e-class spaceship Legion, and Xia Feifei would serve as the Legion Commander of the E-Class Mecha Legion.

"This time it's a mix of the old and the young. Comrade Zhao Jianguo has extensive combat experience; he crawled out of a pile of corpses during the 38th Battle back then and has experience commanding large legions in battle."

"If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask Old Zhao. The two of you are old acquaintances, so I shouldn't need to remind you of that," the Great Elder patiently advised Su Fan.

"I have no experience in war. Actually, there's no need for me to be the Commander-in-Chief," Su Fan said somewhat helplessly.

"That won't do. You need to hold the reins. Besides, the civilization level of the Proxima Centauri Lizardmen is likely not high; you can treat it as a training exercise for the troops."

"Practice more, so you'll have combat experience for the future," the Great Elder said with a smile.

"As civilization levels increase, I feel that future cosmic wars will definitely not be so simple. Once space and dimensions are involved, one might be finished before even seeing the enemy," Su Fan sighed. Through communication with the system, he had a rough idea of the attack methods of higher-level civilizations.

They would likely involve space and dimensions!

"There's no need to consider things so far ahead right now. Space and dimensions are too profound; one cannot use the thoughts of a 3D organism to fathom the technology of higher-dimensional lifeforms," the Great Elder remarked. As a non-technical person, he understood these things even less.

"By the way, for this expedition, besides the tianyuan, how are the quantities of other spaceship types and mecha types arranged?" the Great Elder asked.

"500 kunpeng no. 2 spaceships, 1,000 White Tiger No. 2 spaceships, 500 Shadow Mouse No. 2 spaceships, 1,000 predator mechas, 1,000 explorer mechas, and 1,000 guardian mechas." Su Fan projected the data for the Great Elder to see.

These ships and mechas were all only E-Class.

The White Tiger No. 2 was a model from the White Tiger series of spaceships. As the name suggested, this series focused on offense and possessed extremely high attack power.

The Shadow Mouse No. 2 was from the Shadow Mouse series, which acted like scouts in an army and were relatively agile.

The explorer mecha was an agile type, small in size and convenient for traversing narrow passages.

The guardian mecha possessed formidable defensive power with very thick armor, but it was relatively large and lacked agility. Its main role was to protect other mechas.

Over the past decade or so, Su Fan had exchanged for many other models of spaceship and mecha black technologies, placing them all into the star wars world for the scientists of Great Xia to study.

The Great Xia scientists were very capable. After more than ten years of research, all these spaceships and mechas had been successfully developed and mass-produced.

A large number of production lines had been established in the outer space of Blue Star and Mars.

"So many spaceships and mechas!" The Great Elder's eyes widened. "Besides, we don't even have that many right now."

"I plan to wait a few more years before going to Proxima Centauri. By then, we'll have enough ships."

"Divide the quantity by ten. Who fights a war like you do?" The Great Elder didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I'm just afraid of having insufficient force," Su Fan grinned, feeling a bit embarrassed.

All fear stems from insufficient firepower!

"There's no need for so many. A few hundred ships will do. In case we can't win, the losses won't be too great."

"If you go all out and lose, what then?"

"At the same level, war is a war of attrition."

"Although the Lizardman Civilization is theoretically far inferior to us and we can crush them, one must always leave a way out."

The Great Elder spoke earnestly. During his tenure, the former Great Xia had also faced many local wars, especially the international conflicts with the Eagle Nation back then.

Thus, the Great Elder had plenty of experience worth Su Fan's learning.

"Alright, then we'll send a few hundred over. Anyway, it's just a Level 1 Civilization. If it weren't for the travel time, there would be no need to even send a class-d spaceship; a single kunpeng no. 2 would be enough to handle them."

The system had already clearly stated that the Lizardman Civilization was a Level 1 Civilization.

"In half a year, we'll hold a departure ceremony in the central square of Kyoto City, Great Xia's ancestral land. What do you think?" Su Fan took a sip of water to moisten his throat; the Great Elder's tea was indeed delicious.

"You can arrange it as you see fit." While Su Fan was busy drinking tea, the Great Elder had quietly hidden his precious tea leaves in a drawer.

"Then it's settled. I'll have my secretary start preparing for this." Having finished the last sip of tea, Su Fan left, still wanting more.

In the Mars Chief's Manor, inside Su Fan's office, his secretary Han Mi'er was cleaning.

Han Mi'er, the granddaughter of the Fourth Elder, was 1.78 meters tall with a model-like figure and legs that were fair, long, and smooth.

When Su Fan entered, Han Mi'er's legs, clad in black silk stockings, were kneeling on the floor. Her upper body was bent over, reaching into a filing cabinet to clean the innermost part of the bottom shelf.

From his perspective, Han Mi'er's black pencil skirt was stretched so tight it looked like it might burst at any moment!

"See no evil, see no evil!" Su Fan struggled to avert his eyes.

This secretary wasn't someone he had looked for himself. As a married man, how could he look for such a beautiful woman to be his secretary?

The Fourth Elder had used his connections to force her on him. He had only reluctantly accepted out of necessity.

He definitely didn't have any subjective intentions.

Definitely not!

"Mi'er, stop cleaning for a moment and come over. I have an important task for you to arrange." Su Fan calmed his heart.

"Yes, Chief Su!" Han Mi'er's voice was just like her name—sweet!

Next, Su Fan assigned the secretary the task of organizing the departure ceremony in six months, telling her to prepare carefully.

"Remember, 50 kunpeng no. 2 spaceships, 100 White Tiger No. 2 spaceships, 50 Shadow Mouse No. 2 spaceships, 100 predator mechas, 100 explorer mechas, and 100 guardian mechas."

"Don't get these key figures wrong. Also, the positions and names of the personnel on the expedition; these are all very important," Su Fan emphasized.

"Mm-hmm, understood!" Han Mi'er said sweetly.

"Also, for the media broadcasting this time, it's no longer restricted to official media; other small media outlets can also participate," Su Fan pointed out.

"Mm-hmm, okay."

"Contact the firework manufacturers and that expert who won the fireworks award. Let's have a grand fireworks show; otherwise, it'll be too dull," Su Fan continued.

Han Mi'er scribbled notes frantically beside him, occasionally replying: "Okay," "Understood," "Mm-hmm," "Got it..."

A total picture of a pathetic worker!

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