The war reporters stumbled out of the cabin with the sour smell of vomit. What awaited them was a long tunnel. The gray-black ceiling and floor made of alloy had three rows of bright white tunnels extending from the entrance into the interior.
The light tubes and the heavy airlock doors are tightly closed, completely separating them from the cold vacuum. However, this protection measure is not perfect. The pressurized and heated artificial air is filled with the smell of ozone emitted by the sterilizer, but all
After an hour of extreme turbulence, the war reporters agreed that this was far better than the sour and turbid air in the cabin.
All war reporters are used to flying around the earth in aircraft, but this time they had a completely different experience riding in this windowless aircraft: at first, they were all pressed to their seats by the speed of the aircraft and could not move.
Then the violent climb of the aircraft made everyone's hearts rise. The too straightforward climbing method was unbearable for everyone. Until they floated up from their seats, some people began to vomit violently because they couldn't bear it.
What follows is a chain reaction. Even if the pressure maintenance system and air circulation system on the aircraft work hard, the sour smell cannot be completely eliminated.
Some people even cried because of this embarrassment.
When they fell back into the seats due to gravity again, everyone looked terrible, like a stray dog that had gotten messed up on a rainy day, smelling like garbage. Some people saw the journey as humiliating, as much as defiance.
The attitude of the military towards war reporters is a deliberate act on their part; some people think that they have discovered the truth, because the gravity of the destination reached during this more than an hour-long journey seems to be slightly lower than that of the earth, even if they
After suffering physical torture, he was still able to walk down the ramp door with brisk steps (not all of them left voluntarily, some reporters refused to leave the aircraft only when the escorting soldiers pointed their guns at their heads).
Outside the cabin ramp, five soldiers wearing black bulletproof armor, gas masks and crimson goggles were waiting for them. War reporters saw these soldiers holding high-altitude weapons that they had seen in the hands of rebel soldiers.
Technology laser weapons. All the common sense they have seen seems to have no effect on the Latvian resistance. When they are close to the answer, they continue to stay away from the answer because of their own inherent thinking-without fanatical religious superstition,
There are no barriers of race or language. Everything seems to imply that this is a very modern organization, which is very different from those organizations in the Middle East or Afghanistan that are supported by the CIA. Among them, a soldier in black armor first escorted
The soldier spoke. His voice sounded very inhumane through the isolation of the fully enclosed mask, but his tone was full of liveliness. This weird feeling made people very uncomfortable. "Sergeant Fabian, are you here?
Did you have a fight with a stray cat in a garbage dump?" He said, "You know, you don't have to be a homeless person to have enough to eat."
"Shut up, these guys are yours!" The escorting soldier had a bad expression. He didn't know whether it was because of the ridicule of his friends or because he had also experienced the torture of the aircraft. Even so, he still completed the handover procedure, "Find two people to help.
Clean the cabin, if the ground logistics department sees what's inside, they might kill me."
"I wish you good luck, brother. But don't be too happy. After we refill their stomachs, they may share it with the cabin again. I believe you can definitely get a share. Come with me,
You curious and dirty bastards." The leading black-armored soldier asked the sour field reporters to follow them, and the remaining four soldiers slowed down and fell behind, quietly
The war reporters surrounded them. Even the dullest people could understand what was happening. Panic spread quietly among the war reporters, but some people still remained calm, which made the black-armored soldiers quite satisfied.
"Don't worry, your life is of no value to us. Your role is to help our Lord pass His words to the world. But before that, please hand over your camera equipment. We are very concerned about the images you captured.
Not interested, but we still have to sterilize your outdated equipment. As you can see, we are in outer space now. Yes, obedience is loyalty. Follow me, and you will see what you want to see, no matter what
what is that."
"What should we call you?"
"I actually forgot to introduce myself!" The black-armored soldier's tone was full of artificial surprise, "But I don't mind satisfying your first question. Children always need encouragement to grow up, right? I am Finbul.
Luis Salvador, sergeant of the first assault team of the third company of the first secret regiment in winter, is also your guide for this visit."
"We're in a space station now, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Ramish." Luis Salvador said as he walked away without looking back.
"You're not actually the Latvian rebels, are you? I mean, you're not exactly a local rebel. No rebel in the world has such technical strength and wealth, not even those countries.
The ability to fly from the earth to space using a single aircraft. Who are you and what do you want to do?"
Ramish Diaz's series of questions seemed a bit aggressive. Some war reporters, while full of curiosity, began to worry that he would be killed on the spot. However, Luis Salvador seemed to have infinite patience. He said: "Patience, patience."
, you go take a bath first, change your clothes and then have a full meal. You have time to know what you want to know, but only if you have enough energy to follow up. My Lord does not want you to starve to death here."
"Your master?"
"Yes, yes, our master. You and your boss, you and the bank where you borrowed money to buy a house are all master-servant relationships, aren't they? Our master will not try his best to suck out every drop of money from you like your master.
A drop of blood, to your master you are just a cow that can continuously produce wealth. All our master wants is our loyalty, he wants us to give everything for his grand ideal, nothing more, and we are willing to
Give, because we don’t want anyone in this world to draw wealth from people like you, because we want everyone to realize their own value and assume their own social responsibilities - to dedicate everything to the survival of the human race
, forge everyone into steel instead of indulging in false freedom in fake news and entertainment-to-death pleasure." Luis Salvador stopped in the arc-shaped corridor, "Get your own
Pass access card, each person has a room. You have thirty minutes to wash up and change clothes. My soldiers will take you to fill your stomach and then bring you to me. Don't be more curious.
Burning bodies in space is not a pleasant thing, so don't get us in trouble."
"Why do you want those war reporters to know so many things?" Hammurabi asked, tilting his head. Opposite him, the monarch of the Eternal City, like his praetorian guard, was sitting in a seat suitable for their size.
, and did not fasten their seat belts, because the magnetic motors of the power armor's steel boots firmly fixed them to the cabin floor. "Don't you think that revealing too many secrets at once will allow the enemy to know us?"
The assault transport boat jolted. "Even if we can clear the opponent's command center instantly, Latvinia cannot bear the price." Unlike the high-spirited speech he had during his speech, Salomon in the assault transport boat was more like an ordinary person.
Victor von Doom, who was sitting next to him, nodded and took up Salomon's words.
"We need deterrence, and information deterrence is as important as force deterrence." He said, "When this deterrence is reflected after we start to strike, its effect will increase exponentially. This is why we are rushing to the northern defense line now.
, we are going to go to war with NATO after the news is released. The internal affairs committee in the Foreign Relations Committee will help us determine the time for the war. The US military will provide us with all NATO military trends. The initiative in this war is in our hands. There is nothing
It can better reflect the justice of our cause than a devastating war."