Chapter 252 Modern Warfare, Start the Backup
War is just two words, but there are too many contents in it.
In ancient times, war was a national movement. From princes and generals to children learning to talk, all were affected by war. Basically, no one was unaffected.
The whole army has not moved, but food and grass go first. These eight simple words are the direct influencing factor of the war - food.
In modern times, war is no longer the simple confrontation between two soldiers in the past. A wave of pressing the F key, and then watching the soldier A go by, slashing each other, easily determines the outcome.
"War is multifaceted and three-dimensional, covering logistics, industry, transportation, economy, energy, weapons, science and technology, culture, information, military, diplomacy, policy, population ratio, newborns and aging..."
MacArthur pointed at the screen, his eyes bright.
He is an ordinary person, he does not have the exaggerated blood of the so-called mixed race, and he does not have the buggy ways of Tianyan and Jingtong.
But war is not something that can be decided by just a few people.
Heroism is prevalent in Hollywood blockbusters, but is it really possible that a few heroes and a few teams can really change the direction of the war?
Marvel's Kiritas were easily wiped out by the Avengers, but how could this actually happen?
A group of races that could conduct interstellar routes and warships that could jump through wormholes were beaten to a pulp by Iron Man's cannons.
Don't be kidding. The outbreak of war is merciless and has no bottom line. It can lead to insane and even genocidal acts.
Beheadings, spies, opening fire on ordinary people, poisons, gas bombs, genetic viruses, etc. After people's bottom line breaks through the constraints of morality, the devil has no choice but to surrender.
Nowadays, we have entered the era of informationized warfare.
Our weapons are no longer the so-called face-to-face battles, but beyond visual range attacks. Thousands of miles apart, we rely on the satellite system in the sky to locate each other, and then directly kill the enemy, or even snipe hostile targets across the continent!
A single shot, with a telescope (satellite), is a sniper.
Although it has the model of a missile, there is no problem in calling it a big sniper.
The range of the weapon exceeds the visual range, and the change in fighting style caused by the so-called distance is beyond ordinary people's imagination.
Just like many people now believe that the way of war is to bulldoze the air force, army, and navy all at once. What everyone is competing for is the gap in military numbers. In reality, however, the real war began when the financial crisis broke out.
America has cut off the channels for doomsday factions in the Arctic Circle to obtain supplies, banned all cargo ships on the waterway, and armed control of everything here has reached its peak.
"Elemental stripping has begun to take effect, starting to cut out their communication systems and drop interference alchemy missiles."
"Aerial strike, mobilize close-to-earth devices, and carry out fixed-point cutting of the target area."
"Start the missile bombing and let me vent on this land 24 hours a day!"
Orders were issued one after another to assist Norma in mobilizing the 280,000-strong military force of the doomsday sects in the Arctic Circle.
They continue to be parts of the machine, and each person's actions are the operation of a department and a system.
The actual effect shown in the Arctic Circle, through satellite, allows everyone who sees the war here, hybrids, or others to know the answer.
"It's time to declare it over." Lilith took off her gold-patterned white silk gloves, and the golden pupils in her eyes went out.
Maybe the doomsday faction has a lot of cards up its sleeve, but America’s mushrooms are already in flight. In just three minutes and twenty-four seconds, the mushroom cloud of nuclear bombs will rise here.
"A bunch of old antiques should be thrown into the trash." Lilith said, and then began to think about the dilemma she faced.
Although America relied on this war to shift some of its internal conflicts, there was still a huge class struggle.
Especially the Middle East issues caused by oil, this vortex is really a quagmire that we have to jump into.
Industrial blood, even hybrids must admit that they cannot lose this piece.
The battle between the North American mixed-race family federation and the European mixed-race family federation was just short of a complete rupture and a complete fight in the Middle East.
"It's difficult." Lilith rubbed her forehead and sat back on the chair, thinking one possibility after another.
Inside the Nibelungen, Lu Lincheng put his hands in his pockets and looked at the results of the discussions of these committee members.
"Using the internal rules of the Nibelungen to counteract the explosion, resist and annihilate the invaders."
Lulincheng smiled.
What genius came up with this plan.
Do you think that the so-called war is when the enemy sends a small team into the Nibelungs and then fights your reformers and immortals?
It's only been a few years now, but I still think that duel and single combat can decide everything, and that no matter who wins or loses, it won't change my status.
"Hahaha, a bunch of old antiques." It is because of these old antiques that I have to implement such a plan!
How can I carry out my great plan when I'm with you guys who have cerebral palsy?
"However, I have already prepared an escape route." Lu Lincheng thought of this and left quickly.
Walking through the smoke of fireworks, Lulin City rarely felt a little familiar.
This feeling is exactly what he felt after leaving this Nibelung and entering modern society, the power from human steel and fire.
Tough, powerful, and powerful.
Not long after, Lu Lincheng stopped.
"Let's go."
In front of Lu Lincheng, Qiao Weini nodded.
"Go find our 'son', now we are free."
Listening to Lu Lincheng's words, Qiao Weini stopped and said, "So, where is the principal?"
"Casel College, Doomsday Sect, we don't have to implement the principal's plan." Lu Lincheng said calmly.
Giovanni clenched her fists, this... is really great!
"Let's go, I don't know how Mingfei is doing now."
"I'm scared." Giovanni stretched out her hand to wipe her eyelids, her fingers wet.
Lu Mingfei was placed at his uncle's and aunt's house. Qiao Weini knew very well how he was doing and what kind of person he would become.
Not only her, but also Lulincheng.
These two are not idiots.
The rejection by Lu Mingfei's uncles and aunts was inevitable, and this necessity for children was an incurable scar suffered in childhood.
Perhaps it is nothing to two people who have already struggled in society, been beaten by wind and rain again and again, and have a big heart.
Being scolded, being bossed around, being yelled at from time to time... I have long been accustomed to this kind of unfair treatment in the adult world.
But it was impossible for Lu Mingfei to realize this. When he saw the difference in treatment between himself and the fat man Lu Mingze, he would not talk about the reasons, but would think about it and keep it in his heart.
"Break its wings, grind its claws, break its bones, tear the heart to pieces with invisible knives, and strangle the dragon's thoughts." Lulincheng understood what Qiao Weini meant.
“Fortunately, we are now able to make changes.”
Giovanni nodded.
The two of them left quickly and headed for the escape passage prepared by Lulin City.
This was the initial preparation for a second passage for Lu Mingfei to enter the Nibelungen. If the committee deemed it impossible to enter, then Lu Mingfei would transfer from the original gate to this gate. Enter.
It is one of the back-up players prepared by Lulin City and Angers.
Angers, Lu Lincheng, and Giovanni had prepared no fewer than dozens of such back-up players in the Nibelungen. (End of chapter)