Qin Lan returned in the afternoon.

Instead of wearing the black military uniform that symbolized power, she changed into a tight-fitting black combat suit that perfectly accentuated her explosive and agile physique.

She wasn't as particular about appearances as Su Wanqing, nor was she as obsequious as Qian Xiaoxiao.

She walked into the study and placed a military data terminal directly on Lin Feng's desk.

"Leader, the final test report for the 'Ripper' infantry fighting vehicle." Her voice was as crisp and efficient as ever.

Lin Feng clicked on the video.

In the video, a menacing-looking tracked vehicle painted in black camouflage is speeding across the wasteland.

Its twin 37mm cannons on top roared deafeningly, spewing fire and instantly turning distant trees, which served as targets, into burning charcoal.

Then, the hatch on the side of the tank opened, and a squad of fully armed Ironblood Legion soldiers filed out, quickly deploying into battle formation and forming perfect coordination with the infantry fighting vehicle.

"Very good." Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction. "Firepower, mobility, and protection all meet the design requirements. Wang Dachui did not disappoint me."

"Minister Wang suggested that we could begin large-scale production and plan to establish our first armored infantry division within three months," Qin Lan said.

"Approved." Lin Feng waved his hand. "You and Wang Dachui will be fully responsible for this matter."

After reporting on official business, Qin Lan did not leave immediately as usual.

She walked behind Lin Feng and, somewhat awkwardly, mimicked Qian Xiaoxiao's manner, began to massage his shoulders.

Her palms, calloused from years of holding guns, were much stronger than Qian Xiaoxiao's.

But this slightly rough massage has a unique kind of stimulation.

Su Wanqing and Qian Xiaoxiao exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of wariness in each other's eyes.

Has this piece of wood finally come to its senses?

Lin Feng felt the slightly stiff hands behind him and chuckled inwardly.

It seems that the previous appointment as "Vice Chairman of the Supreme Military Commission" made Qin Lan realize the importance of "pillow talk".

"Stay tonight, all of you," Lin Feng said calmly, uttering words that made the hearts of the three women race simultaneously.

He stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at his kingdom.

Below, countless subjects, like industrious worker bees, toiled frantically for the grand blueprint he had drawn up.

In the distance, bugle calls resounded from the military camp, and a torrent of steel was gathering.

But he, the god of this kingdom, only wanted to enjoy the pleasures of being a "human" at this moment.

He hadn't felt that sense of crisis hanging over his head for a long time.

Prolonged comfort and absolute power are slowly eroding his vigilance, like a frog being boiled in lukewarm water.

He felt that perhaps the so-called "catastrophe" was not as terrible as he had imagined.

With its current strength and this heavily armed war fortress, it is more than capable of meeting any challenge.

“Yes, Leader,” the three women answered in unison.

Tonight, the sleeping quarters of Chengtian Hall are destined to be another sleepless night.

And this invisible war surrounding the kingdom's supreme ruler has only just begun.

In order to further unite the people, demonstrate national strength, and satisfy his ever-growing vanity, Lin Feng decided to hold an unprecedented "National Day Celebration".

The date was set for one month from now.

This decision plunged the entire kingdom into a frenzy of excitement.

Su Wanqing, as the chief planner of the celebration, finally got the stage she had always dreamed of.

She mobilized all the resources of the Kingdom's Ministry of Home Affairs, Ministry of Information, and Ministry of Culture, and began to devote herself to the preparation of this grand event with unprecedented enthusiasm.

What she was going to organize was not just a military parade, but a top-level event that combined military, cultural, artistic and technological elements.

Wang Dachui's industrial department received a daunting task:

In the central square of the shelter, a giant viewing platform capable of holding 50,000 people was built, along with a 10-kilometer-long parade avenue paved with special alloys.

At the same time, he was also responsible for rushing to produce hundreds of brand-new "Ripper" infantry fighting vehicles and a self-propelled howitzer codenamed "Thor" designed by him as the finale equipment for the parade.

Qin Lan's elite training team has entered its highest-intensity training mode.

Three thousand of the most elite soldiers were selected from a regular army of five thousand to form a marching formation. They underwent more than sixteen hours of drill training every day, requiring every step and every movement to be performed with the precision of a single person.

The entire kingdom was geared up for the celebration.

Lin Feng himself completely abandoned his responsibilities as a manager.

He spent most of his time on the top floor of Chengtian Hall, enjoying his leisure time.

He used telekinesis to create a huge bath for himself that rivaled the baths of ancient Rome.

The pool water is mineral-rich hot spring water drawn from thousands of meters underground, and it is kept at a constant temperature of 40 degrees Celsius all year round.

He often spent the whole day there, with Su Wanqing reciting poems about the Blue Star for him, and Qian Xiaoxiao peeling the sweetest alien fruit for him and feeding it to his mouth.

Occasionally, Qin Lan would come over after training, wearing a sexy bikini, to play in the water with him and report on her training progress.

Today, with the increasing number of survivors, various cultural industries are also flourishing.

As cameras were mass-produced, various stage plays and even news gradually emerged.

In addition, many families own DVD players, which makes watching a movie a pleasure for many people after finishing work each day.

Lin Feng's life was extremely extravagant.

Lin Feng almost forgot who he was, and forgot that he was on a dangerous alien planet.