Unlike centuries ago, when humans relied on liquid hydrogen, liquid oxygen or liquid methane as aircraft propulsion fuel, "water concentrate" provides the space fleet with excellent space fuel without any rumbling bass or milky steam. This
A Gaia fleet composed of nearly a hundred warships broke away from Gaia's gravity within a few seconds and disappeared into the blue sky.
"Lance, I'm really sorry..."
Xuanji watched the fleet on a special mission leave and muttered to herself unconsciously.
She didn't know why she suddenly felt sorry for Lancer. It seemed that it wasn't just because she was late to see him off and failed to fulfill her promise.
Xuanji slowly came out of the military base, looking a little disappointed.
If she was not on sick leave, she might also participate in this operation with the Sixth Ranger Regiment——
She thought about the name "Darjeeling Project". It sounded like a milk tea seller. Who came up with this name? The War Department has always been mentally retarded.
When she stood at the parking lot at the entrance of the 51st Military Base's high-altitude platform, she tried to use her wristband to recall her hover car, but her car did not appear.
"What? My sports car was impounded by the police?!" Xuanji whispered softly in surprise, and the wristband gave her a warning message.
The police car that was chasing her just now was speeding up, and there were still scratches on the side of the car.
Well, it’s really not surprising. Xuanji looks a little helpless.
Two policemen, black and white, jumped out of the police car. The policemen in Star City were all wearing police mechas. They had angular shapes and looked very cool. However, Gaia soldiers often laughed at them for being flashy. After all, they couldn't follow suit in space.
The armor equipped for war is comparable.
They looked at this pretty girl with strange eyes. They had been police officers for so long and had never seen anyone with such driving skills. The level was almost like a "god". Since self-driving technology is fully popularized and mature, Mangxing City
Most of the citizens' driving skills are extremely poor. If they drive manually by themselves, they will be crashed into a ball.
This East Asian girl is wearing a bomber jacket-style coat. She looks very tall. She wears long combat boots issued by Space Fleet personnel and has an indifferent expression.
The two of them looked at each other.
The police in Star City hate the military's thorns the most. In this world where no one has secrets, they have already obtained the car owner's information.
“Ms.
A sarcastic smile appeared on her young and beautiful face, and she said to herself:
"The 20th time."
The blue sky is so vast. To Xuanji, Plato, which is thousands of light years away, is so far away.
She wanted to fly high into the sky, but was firmly bound to the ground by the gravity of Gaia. Star City contained everything she had lived in since she could remember, and she was trapped in this noisy and chaotic metropolis by all of it.
Contempt for Gaia's legal system and deliberate destruction at any time are just expressions of her escape mood.
The more she behaves like a rebellious child, the more unscrupulous and unscrupulous she becomes, the more painful and uneasy she feels inside.
The fleet carrying out the special mission "Darjeeling Plan"[1] formed a defensive formation in the dark and flew towards the predetermined time and space area.
Lancer, who was on the flagship, felt that everything was very novel. The interior decoration of the fleet flagship "Giza" was very beautiful, with golden streamlined lines. He had only suffered in a transport ship carrying ordinary soldiers for a few weeks, and the environment inside the ship was very different.
The flagship command room surrounded by generals is simply different.
Now he, a small person with an eye-opening experience, is at a loss among a bunch of senior officers.
Since this is a special mission, there are more senior officers in the flagship "Giza" command than usual.
The supreme commander of the fleet is the Central Asian-looking Lieutenant General Nazarbayev. This general is in his early fifties. He is tall and broad and has a powerful temperament, but the muscles on his face are bloated due to age.
Drooping, thick black eyebrows press tightly on the small eyes. When frowning, he looks very serious.
The other chief of staff of the fleet is Rear Admiral Han, who is of Chinese origin. He is of medium build and slightly thin. He looks younger than his actual age. He has a shrewd and capable temperament and speaks tactfully.
It is said that these two generals were put together temporarily. They were both commanders of the district fleet. No one was willing to take on the temporary task of arresting the Grand Master of the Knights, so they were put on the shelf and tied up.
Perform tasks together.
The boss was unhappy and the two men could only sing along, but at the same time they seemed to be inseparable, and their subordinates also seemed to have no confidence. This mission is really puzzling.
Lancer Xu can also understand the reserved and weird atmosphere in the "Giza" flagship command room, because as the real planner of the "Darjeeling Project", he is also a little confused.
What's the point of dispatching a fleet to catch a person?! Lancer kept muttering in his heart.
He does not believe that a grand master of the Knights of Plato is worth this price, even if he is the so-called "first warrior." Although it is said that "a thousand armies are easy to get, but a general is hard to find," the essence of cosmic war is the nature of wrestling between planetary civilizations.
No matter how good a general is, no matter which of the two sides he chooses, an individual cannot play a decisive role in the face of a huge system.
He will definitely figure out the truth of this matter.
"Xiao Xu, please demonstrate it to us again."
His leader, Major Chen, greeted him warmly, and this very interesting director actually went on an expedition with the army.
Originally, in the eyes of his superiors, Major Chen was just a small leader who analyzed intelligence and formulated ordinary tactics. But this time, the "Darjeeling Plan" he proposed actually stood out among several groups, which made him feel proud.
feeling.
In this way, Major Chen completely relied on the real planner-Sergeant Xu.
Everyone showed an uneasy expression, feeling that this task was too confusing and extremely difficult.
"We are not here to attack or destroy the military targets of the Platons. Capturing the White Tiger must use skill. According to normal combat procedures, it will cause a chaotic large-scale conflict. On such a battlefield, there is no way to guarantee whether a person's behavior is in accordance with the regulations.
Even if the planned plan goes ahead, his life safety cannot be guaranteed. So we are trying to find a way to put all our power on the psychology of the highest commander Plato."
Everyone gathered around the 3D ion simulation projection platform in the center to watch the plan he demonstrated. In the space age, all combat plans can be simulated with computers to simulate actual combat effects. Of course, the prerequisite is to understand the opponent's troop strength and weapon configuration, etc.<
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In fact, the battlefield changes rapidly, and emergencies always occur. No one believes that complex tactical arrangements can be consistent in actual combat.
"In short, we just teased him, once, twice, three times, until the leader of the White Tigers suffered a psychological breakdown, behaved irrationally, and was separated from the fighter force."
The generals all watched the demonstration of the tactical plan attentively. If military training in the space age is mainly about playing games, then the tactical deduction of the combat staff is more like watching the three-dimensional game process of space war.
The original intention of mankind in creating and inventing games may have been for some kind of military purpose. In the space age, it finally reached the ultimate expression of the transformation between the two.
"Before, we have to set up a perfect bear trap."
Five years ago, the Gaians discovered an asteroid 166P rich in "water concentrate" on the edge of the M17 planet formation belt in the Centauri constellation. Because of its surprisingly rich reserves, the Gaians immediately began to "terraform" it.
", and established large-scale mining and military bases, and began crazy mining.
Kalki was ordered to lead the Knights and their fleet to destroy 166P's base and loot the mined "water concentrate" back to Plato.
After receiving the orders from the Military Privy Council and the High Command, Kalki began to plan the journey with his subordinates. The "Trayes Mausoleum" is a vast building complex with advanced equipment inside.
The tactical intelligence and simulation conference room can hold combat meetings. Commanders who do not live here can come at the call of the grand commander.
Kalki's bravery on the battlefield and the confidence to dare to make unexpected moves come from the fact that he is an extremely well-prepared commander. He has the perfect combination of passion and rationality. If bravery is the embodiment of passion, then the collection of
Intelligence, spending a huge amount of time to formulate a battle plan that is as foolproof as possible is a manifestation of rationality.
Shankara, the chief of staff of the grand commander, constantly demonstrated the offensive strategies of the fleet and the knights against a dark background. The battlefield factors in space wars are extremely complex, exceeding the sum of the difficulties of wars in any period, so there are many aspects to consider.
,Although artificial intelligence and advanced mechanization can solve many problems, human decision-making is still required.
The three-dimensional image projection on the central round table also clearly shows the details from all angles just like the game process. All commanders are carefully observing and experiencing.
The combat meetings between the two sides were actually very similar. It can only be said that the dark and solemn atmosphere in the Knights' war room, with all the handsome white men of about the same age, had a vague iron-blooded atmosphere.
The lights slowly turned on, and Captain Kalki stood up first to signal the end of the meeting. All the commanders then arranged their ranks in an orderly manner and stood up to leave.
This is completely different from the free scene where Gaia soldiers walk out in twos and threes at the end of a combat meeting, and sometimes even talk and argue.
This time, the person cooperating with the Grand Leader is "Chief Leader" Ila. He is the highest-ranking leader and the only one who has gotten married and moved out of Bukhara.
His appearance is also a typical so-called "Nordic" appearance. He is tall, but his hair is light brown, with traces of blond hair in bright spots. He has a pair of deep eyes under thick eyelashes, and the color of his eyes is very light amber.
color, occasionally turning blue, the facial lines are extremely perfect, the chin is strong, and the double chin shows a healthier and sexy beauty.
The 31-year-old leader of Ila is very masculine, prudent and mature. But the 29-year-old Kalki not only looks younger, but also maintains a youthful look in his movements. Sometimes his smile in front of friends is quite fresh and touching. Ila is
He is a person who is so rigorous and thoughtful that he can execute tasks mechanically. This is why Grand Captain Kalki often chooses to fight with him, which just makes up for his crazy military style that often comes out of passion. When the two of them work together, they are in an almost perfect state.
Next.
Kalki politely sent him to the tarmac. Captain Ira was presiding over the headquarters of the White Tiger Knights "Marburg" for Grand Captain Kalki. Only after the Grand Leader got married and moved out of Trayester Mausoleum, he could
He will officially take charge of the headquarters of the Knights. This is the same as his status in the Senate. Marriage is a watershed for Plato people to officially have political rights.
Unlike in the Gaia War Department, where everyone is in a hurry and uses various walking assistance systems. In Bukhara, knights need to walk wherever they go. Extremely tall columns support long corridors that interweave like a maze. In Bukhara, knights have to walk everywhere.
In very small details, they must exercise their memory, sense of direction, and even physical strength all the time. This is completely different from Gaia's comfortable and convenient fool's life.
The appearance of the corridor columns is very beautiful, as if they are straight-line flames rising from the ground. At the top of the corridor, firework-like decorative lines spread out. Everything is sparkling because of the special building materials.
A group of knights are walking in the corridor. They are wearing uniforms for daily meetings with slits at the bottom. The design of this light white uniform is also quite aesthetic. The stand-up collar and side placket and golden figure-shaped plate buckles are reminiscent of the ancient Hungarian military uniforms.
Design elements, but completely with a modern space feel, these handsome white guys in their thirties, all tall and outstanding, wearing dark military boots, striding around with a military-style pace, these are the top aristocrats of Plato
Group: Proud, majestic, and extremely beautiful.
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At this time, Ila will talk to the grand leader and bring him a lot of outside information.
"Did you know? Kalki, the people in the Privy Council told me that this mission was the result of the intervention of the Holy Sanctuary. It was originally supposed to be me and Visia partnering on the expedition." Ila looked a little worried.
"What does our troublesome Emperor want to do?" Kalki disagreed. In his heart, he regarded the supreme "saint" as a living dead. In fact, he did not exist.
"...Some people say it has something to do with the fact that you veered off course when flying and left the Holy of Holies too close." Ila's voice was deliberately lowered.
The leader suddenly stopped his hurried steps, and everyone could only stop and stand together.
In this section of the road, the open corridor is facing an open blue-green water surface in the distance. Farther away, there are green trees, surrounding the lake, and a corner with a waterfall-like stream gurgling into the distance.
Kalki looked at everything in front of him, his mind racing. This place is as beautiful as a fairyland, and it is completely enclosed.
"Surveillance, informing, suppressing, accusing and centralizing power, uniting the party against dissenters, becoming disloyal, more and more defecting, what has he done in the past ten years?"
Kalki whispered softly, and his voice could only be heard clearly by Ila who was nearby.
"Plato belongs to all Platos. Our civilization does not exist for one person. To be precise, Plato suppresses all personal freedoms, including the free will of the emperor himself, so that all people can live equally and freely."
"Hundreds of years of war have actually helped us, allowing us to rise to become the top aristocracy that truly controls the civilization system. We share the same bloodline with each other."
Ila looked at Kalki. The leader's blond hair looked brighter in the reflection of the blue lake light.
The group leader knew very well the "we" defined by the grand leader - the war caused Plato's Kshatriya class to rise and control the entire system, and among the upper Kshatriyas, those with the old German or Nordic appearance had an advantage. In
In a system that relies entirely on genes to distinguish high and low status, blood inheritance is the default. Although Plato broke the patriarchal family framework, the descendants of nobles are still nobles in most cases.
"The top nobles of other human races, no matter what their appearance is, are just side branches of our bloodline, because only our blood gives them superior appearance, intelligence and force. Our blood is as precious as gold... We are the gods, Plato's various
The ethnic people live and work in peace and contentment under our rule and protection..."
Kalki was silent for a while, then continued, "The nobles must resist the loss of freedom and rights... We are not the slaves of the imperial power in ancient times. What do the saints want to do?"
"Saints are the same as us, flowing with the same blood." Ila said thoughtfully.
"So, we can't do anything but let it develop."
Kalki sighed softly. This was the reason why Emperor Plato dared to act randomly. When he set out to suppress the freedom rights of senior Kshatriyas among the other three human races, the "White Tiger" nobles with the most powerful military force preferred to remain silent. "Believe me, the saint won't attack you for the time being. He might even bribe you." Ila comforted him.
"Our Plato may not be as powerful and indestructible as it seems..." Kalki said with emotion, "Everything has its season, and our stable system will change overnight. Perhaps, the beautiful scenery we see today
, will all disappear."
"Kalki, you are so interesting. We stood idly by while the saints suppressed other military nobles, especially those from the 'Blue Dragon' lineage, just because this would enhance our own people's control over the army, yet you are so pitiful." p>
"Ira, after all, I am a Platonic person... As the Supreme Being testifies, I love my own civilization and religion, and hope that all ethnic groups can coexist harmoniously and equally."
"You have never met a few foreigners, let alone dealt with them." Ila reminded him, "Do you really believe that all people are created equal?"
Kalki fell silent.
"Grand leader, you are just too pious. But everyone likes you because you always make everyone dream. You have the most ideal everything."
"I don't like saints." The grand leader said softly.
"No one likes him because he is just the opposite of you."
Ila put her hand on Kalki's shoulder like a friend, "All the knights are proud of your fighting, and I will do my best to assist you."
Kalki turned his head and smiled.
The complicated politics made him upset, but what warmed his heart was the friendship of his comrades.
[1] The name of this plan comes from satirizing the British colonists’ crazy hunting of Bengal tigers, which brought them to the brink of extinction.