In a sealed conference room, the man, William, and more than ten senior generals sat around the table, watching the playback of battlefield images on the conference table.
In the image, simple-looking tanks roared past, often making sharp turns and other maneuvers, and sometimes even leaping into the air using the terrain. No matter what posture they were in, their artillery fire never stopped.
The Knights of the Round Table's chariot array is beautiful, majestic and uniform, but the operation is much more rigid, and the muzzle steering obviously cannot keep up with the opponent's movements.
A person dressed as a scientist first said: "We have studied the wreckage of the tank that was towed back. The design can be said to be quite... primitive. The power system is a six-wheel all-directional drive, and the energy comes from a polymer battery. But there are two points worth mentioning.
Note that one is that their tank is more than 60% improved over the original version, and is almost a brand new tank. The other point is that according to our calculations, many of the maneuvers they use are impossible to achieve by manual operation.
In other words, there is a vehicle-mounted attitude control system and an auxiliary fire control system on the opposite side."
"Impossible!" A general switched the image. In the picture, a tank of the Knights of the Round Table fired several missiles. However, as soon as the missiles left the vehicle, they quickly lost their accuracy and began to fly around dozens of meters away.
All disappeared. The general said: "Look, this is our semi-active missile. I don't think the technological level on the other side will be a hundred years more advanced than ours. Unless they weld the driver into the car."
The scientist was a little annoyed and raised his voice: "It is not a shame to admit the gap with our opponents. Our opponents come from the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The national power and technological level of the prosperous Tang Dynasty were superior to ours in many fields. They developed the technology before us.
There is nothing surprising about the control system used on Planet 4."
"Then what are you doing during this time? We have a team of 300 scientists, are they all here for sightseeing?"
The scientist's face turned red, he stood up with a slap on the table, and said angrily: "There is no mastermind available here! Moreover, people on this damn planet will become irritable and difficult to think. Of course, it's nothing to you guys who only know how to fight, but
We need to think and calm down! We need to..."
"Calm down." The man finally spoke.
The scientist also realized his gaffe and sat down angrily.
The man stretched out his hand and made a weak point, and the central image turned into a heavy mecha. A tank in the distance was shooting wildly, driving the mecha back.
The man raised his hand and waved, and the flames and smoke from the mecha disappeared, revealing red impact points. The dense red dots were all concentrated in the joints and arm areas, almost connected together.
"I fired 262 shots in 24 seconds, and only 3 of them were inaccurate. This level of fire control has nothing to do with primitiveness. Even if our planetary chariot is not affected, the level is only like this. Over there in the Tang Dynasty
Have any new supplies arrived recently?”
William said: "Nothing was found. However, we no longer have the ability to blockade the entire star field, so there is a high possibility that the opponent's supply ship will slip in."
The man looked around, suddenly smiled, and said, "I thought I was here to gain some credit, but I didn't expect that everything went wrong. It seems that it's not easy for me to be promoted to a general."
Many generals in the conference room were silent, and William's face looked a little solemn.
The man opened his personal terminal and looked at it, and said: "Now there are only 35 days left before I become the youngest general of the Federation. If I can't solve the situation on this planet, I will never have the chance to break the record and put myself
His name has been written into the history of the Federation. But now, we have been held back by a remaining base for ten days, with no way to explore in depth, and not even a sub-base has been built. This is intolerable."
At this point, the man's eyes were fixed on William's face, and he said word for word: "Old classmate, don't you want to see me become a general?"
"How is that possible?" William denied immediately.
"That's good." A bright and sunny smile suddenly appeared on the man's face and he said, "I'm just saying that as an old classmate, you won't be so insidious. Then, prepare plan No. 3."
"No!" William blurted out.
The smile on the man's face disappeared instantly, and his sinister eyes like a snake fell on William, and he said slowly: "Do you have to put those rebels above my future? William, it seems you have already thought about it.
It’s very clear that you must become my enemy.”
William sighed and said: "I don't want to be your enemy. It's just that we were responsible for their fall..."
"It's your responsibility, not us." The man corrected.
"Gamble..."
"Call me Commander."
"Okay, Commander. What I want to say is that it is still possible to save these thousands of lives. It will be a matter of time for your general to do it sooner or later. It makes no difference whether it is sooner or later."
The smile on Gamble's face became even brighter, he patted William on the shoulder and said: "To me, the difference is huge, even bigger than life and death. Do you understand?"
"I can't understand." William was very calm.
Gan Bo sighed and said: "Life will always disappear, but history can be passed down from generation to generation. There is an old saying in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, which is called history to leave a name. William, you value your own feelings so much, but you don't consider others at all.
Thoughts. A person who only cares about being a saint is not a friend worth keeping, so don’t blame me for not caring about your feelings."
Gamble raised his voice, "I remember that the food warehouse is not guarded yet. It is very important there. Someone, take General William to the food warehouse! Move his luggage in too!"
William was shocked, stood up and said angrily: "You are insulting me!"
"What you want to do is much more serious than an insult to me. As long as I am the commander of this planet, your position of guarding the warehouse will not change."
"You have no right to do this to me, I will go to a military court to sue you!"
"That will be a long lawsuit. I'm waiting for someone to come and take General William to the warehouse. If the general's bodyguards have different opinions, they will be executed on the spot!"
Several gendarmes rushed into the conference room and dragged William away without any dignity.
After the door of the conference laboratory was closed, Gamble returned to the main seat and said: "Unfortunately, we have lost another outstanding mecha pilot. Now, I want to know how long it will take for us to get the same quality as our opponents.
Control the system?”
The scientist looked aside and said: "You know, there is no way to do research in this damn place. All we can do is collect data, send it to orbit, and conduct research on scientific research ships in outer space. But the Lancers and Jolly Roger
The data given to us is incomplete, so our research progress has been unsatisfactory."
"Okay, I understand." Gamble interrupted the scientist with a wave of his hand, thought for a moment, and said, "Request supplies from the orbital headquarters and implement Plan 3 in two days."
After giving the order, Gamble reached out and pushed, and the water glass fell to the ground.
"Since an obstacle refuses to disappear on its own, we have no choice but to help it."