While most of the people in Rector were still asleep, a joint action team composed of dogfish-class frigates and small reconnaissance ships descended into the planet’s atmosphere and sealed the entire Stingfas Sea for thousands of miles around Quentin Island. , Let alone flies, not even a mosquito can fly out.

The 85-meter-long migratory bird-class reconnaissance ship patrols the Maro Desert, the Golden Coast, and the city of Carronesburg. Together with the larger tuna-class unmanned reconnaissance aircraft carrier, it will be completed in just 3 hours. The planets are divided into countless blocks, forming a huge reconnaissance network.

The rebels must use vehicles to operate inland, and Ilyktra has sufficient confidence to capture them. Because the word "navy" represents invincibility in the interstellar age and represents absolute strength.

...

The harsh sonic booms of various types of navy ships flying through the atmosphere awakened the people of Recto. Looking at the aerospace vehicles flying back and forth in the sky, and only a few official channels' TV programs, they realized one thing.

There must be something wrong with Rector. Otherwise, why would the Navy suddenly intervene in inland affairs?

Middle-level officials in cities such as Orovia and Caronesburg have this feeling particularly strong because they have not seen any high-level government officials since they went to work. No one answered the phone, and even in their home, there were only a few housekeepers and servants left.

Of course, there are also some politicians who know the "insider", who are not in a high position and who are hovering on the edge of the aristocratic circle. Before landing on Quentin Island, Roger Philip had sent someone to convey an unfortunate news to them.

"Under the joint attack of the Rector's Navy and the government army, the rebels occupying the Northern Suburb Research Institute retreated steadily and collapsed thousands of miles. However, at the moment of victory, those despicable Garcia rebels. That group Devil, they... they actually carried out a nuclear attack on Wendenbat in a frenzied manner, causing the entire capital to be drowned in a sea of ​​flames. Millions of civilians were killed and nearly 100,000 soldiers died. But fortunately. At such a heavy price, betrayal. The army was finally wiped out."

After learning the news, they were not nervous when they saw the warship roaming the sky early the next morning. But is it like making trouble when the boss is gone? Go to a celebration party? Then you should also say hello to your subordinates and make arrangements.

"Is it possible...I met a friend and went to play ons? Well, it must be like this." This is the opinion of most officials.

For the people in the surrounding cities and towns of Wendenbat. The accident last night was a nightmare.

The night sky was stained with blood red, the wind was strong, the ground shook the mountains, and the glass windows were smashed by loud noises. People were awakened from their sleep and stared blankly at the huge fireball exploding on the horizon, as if the end was coming.

Many, many people dragged their homes, and there was no time to pack the soft things. They only brought some necessities and left this place of right and wrong overnight. There are others who cannot leave for various reasons. I can only hide in the cellar, get into the air-raid shelter, and tremble until dawn. Until the radiation cloud dissipates.

When the dawn pierced the night sky and Megall jumped out of the horizon, the black rain finally stopped.

The wind from the Stingfath Sea dispersed the sparse clouds that gathered in the sky, clearing the gloom of last night.

People drilled out of cellars, air-raid shelters, and basements one after another. After detecting that the concentration of radioactive substances in the air had returned to normal, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a huge roar from battleships passing by, and various types of unmanned reconnaissance aircraft and support ships flickered in the clouds. They thought it was the government rescue team. However, the quiet main road clearly said, "You guys think too much."

Some people sighed. Some people are angry, while others don't say anything. Pack your clothes, food, and first aid kits, and throw engineering equipment and civilian power armor onto the car. A kick to the bottom of the accelerator, crushed countless rubble, and drove straight toward Wendenbat.

The government can delay, officials can be late, but they cannot face inner torture. The people at the bottom are the most cowardly and they are the most timid, but at the same time, they are the kindest, most sympathetic and righteous people.

Heroes are actually everywhere. They may be a bald man or a bucket-waist aunt. Perhaps in daily life, they will care about each other, and they will be irritated by quarreling with market vendors for lack of money, and they may even find a wallet. The banknotes inside were stuffed into his pocket. But when the disaster really strikes, they will do everything they can to help those at risk. The so-called human nature is nothing more than this.

However, in today's social environment, when the nobles determine the national consciousness, rulers do not need heroes or good people. They just want the civilians to calculate and intrigue each other like this, like a ball of scattered sand, always be fished and dominated by them.

The raging flames have been extinguished by the heavy rain, the gunpowder smoke has dissipated, and there is still some burnt smell in the air. The prosperous Wendenbat has become a dead zone.

Dilapidated houses, black ground, garbage-paved streets, crooked light poles and billboards, and mottled walls... All night, the entire city was reduced to ruins.

There were no living creatures, no corpses, only the wind crackling metal products and the rocks and rubble all over the floor, and there was a line of gray-black sky with drones flashing from time to time.

These people who gathered from the surrounding towns and towns to Wendenbat in twos and threes, who wanted to contribute a little to the survivors, were stunned. Why are there no bodies? Can't hear the cry of the wounded? Could it be possible that the government has rescued them and resettled those who died?

But why didn't you see the medical staff in white coats with blood crosses in the same color as lipstick? Also, where are the troops? Where is the police? Where are the civil affairs officials? Where is the engineering department that repairs electricity, communications, and removes roadblocks?

No, none of them. The people of the government have taken the "late" attribute to the extreme. But after thinking about it, I was relieved again. These moths who eat the royal food all day long and exploit the low-level people, how can they feel the pain of the low-level people? It is the ordinary citizens of Wendenbat who die, not their parents and sisters. What's so urgent? Of course, this is only one of the reasons, and there is a more important reason. Rush to the front line, defy hardships and eliminate all hardships. Risking their lives into the ruins of a nuclear explosion, this kind of honor must be given to the leaders. The official above said nothing. Who dares to move the people below? Are you afraid of being put on shoes in the future?

The government can't count on it anymore, these kind people spontaneously divided into many groups. Contact with radio intercom equipment, park the vehicle outside the city, and enter the seriously damaged urban area on foot.

Mottled blood remains on the ground, and there are traces of man-made excavation in the ruins of some collapsed buildings.

What exactly is going on? Since it is not the government, who would enter Wendenbat for rescue operations in the middle of the night before the radioactive materials have dissipated? Unless they don't want to live anymore! Furthermore, a city with a population of tens of millions has a total area of ​​more than 10,000 square kilometers. In such a large disaster area, trying to rescue all trapped and injured civilians in just a few hours is harder than climbing on foot.

Everyone drew a question mark in their hearts, a big question mark! who is it? Who the **** is it? Who rescued them? What about the living? Where are they?

There are a total of 8 large squares in Wendenbat, which are arranged in all directions, which surround the city hall like a moon and stars.

When the first group of civilian rescue teams entering the city arrived at Gore Square in the Wood District, they saw an incredible scene. The bodies of the dead were neatly arranged on the central square, covered with white cloth sheets. The body that had lost its temperature undulated like a wave under the blowing of the morning wind.

Some survivors who survived threw themselves down on them. Or weeping in a low voice, sad; or crying loudly, chanting the names of their loved ones; or looking at their faces. Wipe off the dried blood with trembling hands.

Opposite the square is a cathedral that survived the attack of nuclear weapons. There were many people sitting inside, thousands of them. Prayer and eulogy were like a single loop of music, playing non-stop.

In the open space outside the church, some people stained with blood and mud gathered in twos and threes to share food picked from the ruins of shopping malls, fast food stores, and convenience supermarkets.

While their faces were grieving, their eyes flashed with a bit of joy after the disaster. The dead have gone. The living must continue to live. The so-called life is to be born. Stay alive.

"Oh, my,!"

"What's going on, what is going on?"

"..."

The people in the civilian search and rescue team looked at each other. Looking at the densely packed numbers of survivors around Gore Square, there are tens of thousands of survivors, and then at the engineering equipment and medical supplies in their hands, all of them are stunned.

Most of these survivors were stained with blood, and some even dyed their entire bodies red, but why... why are they all alive, and there is no sign of injury. Who would believe that the blood stains belonged to the victims? Under such a disaster, none of the tens of thousands of survivors were injured. Is it possible?

"You are..." At this moment, a middle-aged man with a dozen clean coats in his arms walked out of a mall that had collapsed, and saw the people from the search and rescue team. He felt grateful. Before talking.

"We are people from Binno Town. We came to support when we learned of the Wendenbat accident." A man in the search and rescue team in engineering power armor introduced himself first, without waiting for the middle-aged man to reply. , Continued: "This...what the **** is going on? Why...why did they..."

Needless to say, the middle-aged man also knows what he wants to express, "Oh! If I said that we were all saved by a bunch of hideous alien creatures, would you believe it?"

"Her face? Alien creatures? There are alien creatures in Wendengbat?" Some people in the search and rescue team couldn't help scratching their scalp, thinking that the middle-aged man might have some mental problems after experiencing such a disaster. In addition to humans, Wendenbat has other creatures that are not fake, but how can there be a guy with a high IQ that can rescue people from the ruins?

"I know you don't believe it." The middle-aged man shook his head: "If it were me, I would never believe it." After speaking, he bypassed several people in the search and rescue team and walked quickly toward the church.

"No matter where they come from or who is driven by who they are, what role they played in the disaster that spread to Wendenbat on the battlefield. At the very least, they are far more benevolent than hypocritical politicians."

"Thank you, thank you..."

The middle-aged man's mumbling drifted into his ears with the wind, the people of the search and rescue team looked at me and I looked at you, with "horror" on his face. Reason tells them this is not true, but a scene in the square ahead. But they have to believe it.

Such a scene not only happened to the rescue team from Binno Town, but the same scene was also staged in other civilian rescue groups. Of course, none of this can escape the eyes of unmanned reconnaissance aircraft. just. What is different from those non-governmental rescue groups is that Lord Lord learned of this. The already bad mood is even worse. Because apart from appointing officials, stabilizing the current situation, and searching for rebels, he has to consider how to discredit the alien creature rescue team.

At noon, the government's health system officials came with some medical personnel, and a mechanized infantry regiment of the Capital Military Region also slowly moved into the devastated city.

After the soldiers controlled the situation, some officials of the disaster relief committee temporarily formed by Lord Lord appeared in Wendenbat.

Most of them have superb acting skills comparable to those of professional actors. A few of them cried with tears and snots. On the one hand, he hushed coldly and asked warmly, on the other hand, he blamed the hateful Garcia rebels.

The reporters accompanied all the way, flashing flashes and carefully rehearsed questions and answers.

The officials are in front of others, they can be described as devotion and loyalty. However, when they are thirsty or hungry, they stop and enter the camp, the sadness on their faces disappears instantly. The frowned brows stretched slowly, replaced by arrogant and energetic.

If it weren't for Hausmann and Kunna, they all went to hell. Where is the turn to get them in the disaster relief performance. As long as everything is performed according to the script, when the limelight passes, they will be added to the ranks, become new nobles, and completely enter the upper class of the empire.

...

When Lord Lancelot was still having a headache for whom to serve as Governor of Recto, a Starlink private shuttle launched from Orovia City passed the security checkpoint set up by the Recto Navy. Sail to Lagrange Point between the two inhabited planets of Recto and Bruno.

The lifeblood of the military industry of the Duke of Yadan and one of the three major shipbuilding companies, the "Sigma" space station is located here.

Looking through the porthole of the shuttle. "Sigma" stands quietly in the dark space, and its main structure resembles a dozen "king" characters spliced ​​together.

40 kilometers long. The surface of the 8-kilometer-wide behemoth is brightly lit, and the rays of the nuclear searchlights complement the beacon lights outside the space station. Hundreds of kilometers around "Sigma" are shown in the sky with colorful colors, like neon.

"Sigma" is not so much a factory as it is a medium-sized city. Of course, his function is very single. On the basis of the ship accessories provided by Recto and Bruno, he designed and manufactured the zero-element engine, weapons, and operation systems at the core of the battleship, and assembled them into ships of different sizes. Space battleship.

As a major military site for the Ferguson family, the entire space station’s defensive force is much stronger than the Silbes Naval Port. In addition to a large number of floating turrets, guard posts, missile platforms, and its own defensive destroyer formation, it also has a powerful guard Shield technology.

The Ypsilonians have a staggering accomplishment in shield technology, just like the energy shield around the jump relay station, which can not only block the scorching air currents of the end star, the violent hurricane, the fast flying sand and rocks, but also Can filter out harmful substances within the scope of action.

Since humans entered the cosmic civilization, they have discovered a lot of Yipsyron relics. They have salivated for the shield technology of the ancestors, and wanted to get it quickly. However, due to too many differences in civilization levels, countries are intrigued and deceived, and sincere cooperation cannot be achieved. Therefore, the progress in deciphering the technology of the ancestors is very slow, like a snail's pace.

Of course, the ability of human copycats is definitely not to be underestimated. Although they can't create an Epsilon shield, they rely on the knowledge of warp speed to create a powerful offset shield.

It is different from the magnetic field that can only bounce off metal projectiles and flying thunders~lightnovelpub.net~ The offset shield uses a large number of space-time warping excitation devices and uses a large number of zero elements as the starting energy to protect the object An offset force field is formed around it, which can deflect projectiles, missiles and other solid ammunition, and even lasers, plasma beams, charged particle cannons and other directional beams to the space-time behind the target.

To put it bluntly, the offset force field uses the space-time warping effect of the zero element engine to create a virtual space isolation zone between the protective object and the real universe, so that the enemy’s attack can enter the virtual space, bypass the protective object, and escape from the rear. The diffuse channel shoots out.

It can be said unceremoniously that this is an invincible force field. The space-time warping inspires the device to burn the element to escape the blue light, which is named by some people as the "guardian light".

The birth of the deflection shield was once regarded as an epoch-making technological advancement by some paranoid scientists, and the human civilization surpassed the civilization of the Ypsilon.

Of course, this is obviously an expression of Yelang's arrogance. The deflection shield is powerful, but this powerful defensive shield is not used by many people.

Crotan's Skidplatny-class aerospace carrier is a money-burning gadget. However, compared to the offset shield, the former is like a budget-conscious, a dime that can't be broken into 8-petal flowers. (To be continued)