While most of the people of Rector were still asleep, a joint operation team consisting of a Hornshark-class frigate and a small reconnaissance ship descended into the planet's atmosphere and sealed off the Stinfax Sea thousands of nautical miles around Quentin Island, not to mention flies, not even mosquitoes.

The 85-meter-long Migratory Bird-class reconnaissance ship cruised back and forth in the Maro Desert, the Golden Coast, the city of Caronesburg and other areas, and cooperated with the larger tuna-class unmanned reconnaissance aircraft carrier to divide the entire planet into countless blocks in just three hours, forming a huge reconnaissance network.

The rebels operating inland will inevitably use vehicles, and Illiktra has full confidence that they will be captured. Because the word "navy" represents invincibility and absolute strength in the interstellar age.

……

The sonic boom emitted by the various types of ships of the Navy shuttling through the atmosphere was one step ahead of the rising sun, waking up the people of Rector. Looking at the sky shuttles and the TV programs with only a few official channels left, they realized one thing.

Something happened, Lector must have had an accident. Otherwise, why would the Navy suddenly intervene in inland affairs?

This feeling is particularly strong among mid-level officials in cities such as Orovia and Caronesburg, where they have not seen a senior government official since they went to work. No one answered the phone, and even in their homes, there were only some housekeepers and servants left.

Of course, there are also some politicians who know the "insider", whose status is not up or down, and who hovers on the fringes of the aristocratic circle. Roger? Before landing on Quentin Island, Philit sent someone to convey the unfortunate news to them.

"Under the combined attack of the Lector Navy and the government army, the rebels occupying the northern suburbs of the institute were defeated and crushed. However, just at the moment when victory was imminent, those despicable Garcia rebels. That group of demons, they ...... They launched a nuclear strike on Wendenbart, causing the entire capital to be drowned in a sea of flames, killing millions of civilians and nearly 100,000 soldiers. But it's good that it paid such a heavy price. The rebels were finally eliminated. ”

After hearing such news, they were not nervous when they saw the battleship roaming the sky early the next morning. However, is it like that when the boss is gone? Going to a celebration? Then you should say hello to your subordinates and arrange it.

"Is it possible...... Did you meet a good match, went to play ons? Well, it must be like that. "This is what the vast majority of officials think.

For the people of the towns around Wendenbat, last night's accident was a nightmare.

The night sky was dyed blood-red, and the wind was raging. The ground shook, the glass windows shattered with loud noises, and people woke up from their sleep, staring blankly at the huge fireballs that burst out on the horizon, as if the end was coming.

Many, many people dragged their families with them, and they didn't have time to pack up, so they only brought some necessities and left this land of right and wrong overnight. There are also some who can't leave for various reasons. You can only hide in the cellar and burrow into a bomb shelter. Trembling until dawn, until the radiation cloud dissipated.

When the morning light pierced the night sky, Mega leaped out of the horizon, and the black rain finally stopped.

The wind from the Stinfax Sea blew away the sparse clouds that had gathered in the sky, sweeping away the gloom of the previous night.

People came out of cellars, bomb shelters, basements, and after detecting that the concentration of radioactivity in the air had returned to normal values. All breathed a sigh of relief.

In the air, there was a huge roar of warships passing by, and unmanned reconnaissance planes and support ships of various types flickered in the clouds. They thought it was a government rescue team. However, the quiet main road clearly says, "You are thinking too much. ”

Some sighed, some were angry. There were also some people who didn't say a word, packed up their clothes, food, and first-aid kits, threw engineering equipment and civilian power armor into the car, kicked the accelerator to the end, crushed countless rubble, and drove straight towards Wendenbart.

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

Heroes, in fact, are everywhere, they may be a bald man, or they may be a bucket-waisted aunt, or in their daily life, they will be calculating, arguing with market vendors over the lack of catties, and even picking up wallets and stuffing the banknotes inside into their pockets. But when disaster does come, they will do everything they can to help those who are in danger. The so-called human nature is nothing more than that.

However, in today's social environment, when the aristocracy determines the national consciousness, the rulers do not need heroes, they do not need good people. They just want the civilians to calculate and intrigue with each other like this, like a mass of loose sand, to be preyed on by them forever, to be dominated by them.

The flames had been extinguished by the torrential rain, the smoke had cleared, and the smell of burnt was still in the air. Bustling Wendenbart has become a dead land.

Crumbling houses, black floors, garbage-strewn streets, crooked light poles and billboards, and mottled walls...... Overnight, the entire city was reduced to rubble.

There were no living creatures, no corpses, only the crackling of metal objects and rubble on the ground by the wind, and the occasional flash of drones in the gray and dark sky.

Those who had gathered in Wendenbart from the surrounding towns to contribute to the survivors were stunned. Why are there no corpses? Can't hear the cries of the wounded? Could it be that the government has rescued them and resettled the victims?

But why don't you see the medical staff in white coats with a blood cross logo the same color as lipstick? Also, where are the troops? Where are the police? Where are the civil affairs officials? Where are the engineering departments for repairing electricity, communications, and clearing roadblocks?

No, none at all, the people of the government have simply taken the "late" attribute to the extreme. But when I think about it, I feel relieved again. These moths who eat imperial food all day long and exploit the people at the bottom, where can they understand the pain of the low-level civilians, it is the ordinary citizens of Wendenbart who die, not their parents and sisters, what is there to hurry? Of course, this is only one of the reasons, there is one more important reason. Rush to the front line, not afraid of difficulties, and eliminate all hardships. Risking one's life to walk into the ruins of a nuclear bomb must be given to the leadership. If the officials above don't speak, who dares to move? Not afraid of being put in small shoes in the future?

The government could not count on it, and these well-wishers spontaneously divided into groups to communicate with each other via radio intercom. Park your vehicle outside the city and hike into the ruined city area.

There are still mottled blood stains on the ground, and there are traces of human excavation in the ruins of some collapsed buildings.

What the hell is going on? Since it is not the government, who would enter Wendenbart in the middle of the night to carry out rescue operations while the radioactive material has not yet dissipated? Unless they don't want to live anymore! Moreover, a city with a population of 10 million, with a total area of more than 10,000 square kilometers, is such a large disaster-stricken area, and wants to rescue all the trapped and injured civilians in just a few hours. It's harder than climbing to the top on foot.

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

There are a total of eight large squares in Wendenbart, which are arranged in eight directions, and the city hall is surrounded by stars like the moon.

When the first group of civilian rescue teams to enter the city arrived at Gore Square in the Wood District, they saw an incredible scene, the bodies of the victims were neatly arranged in the central square, and the white cloth sheets covered their bodies that had lost their temperature, rising and falling like waves in the morning breeze.

Some of the survivors who survived threw themselves on top of them. or sobbing in a low voice, gloomy and sad; Or cry out loud. muttering the names of loved ones; Or look at their faces and wipe away the dried blood with trembling hands.

Across the square was a cathedral that had survived a nuclear attack, with thousands of people seated, and prayers and eulogies were like a single song looping music. It's playing all the time.

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

While their faces were sad, their eyes also flashed with a little joy for the rest of their lives. The dead are gone, but the living must continue to live. The so-called life. It is to be born and to live.

“OH,MY,GOD！”

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

“……”

The people of the civil search and rescue team looked at each other, looked at the dense crowd around the entire Gore Square, and the tens of thousands of survivors, and then looked at the engineering equipment and medical supplies in the hands of their own people, and they were all completely stunned.

Most of these survivors were stained with blood, and some were even dyed red, but why...... Why are they all alive and well, and there is not a single sign of injury? Who would believe that the blood stains were of the victims? Is it possible that in the event of a disaster of this magnitude, none of the tens of thousands of survivors were injured?

"You are ......" At this time, a middle-aged man of some age with more than a dozen clean coats in his arms walked out of a half-collapsed shopping mall behind, and saw the people of the search and rescue team, so he stepped forward to talk with gratitude.

"We are from the town of Binno, and when we learned of the accident at Wendenbat, we came to help." A man in engineering power armor in the search and rescue team introduced himself first, and without waiting for the middle-aged man to reply, he continued: "This ...... What the hell is going on? Why...... Why are they ......"

Needless to say, the middle-aged man also knew what he wanted to express, "Alas! Would you believe me if I said we were all saved by a bunch of hideous alien creatures? ”

"Hideous? Alien creatures? Are there alien creatures in Wendenbart? Some of the search and rescue team couldn't help but scratch their scalps, thinking that the middle-aged man might have had some mental problems after such a disaster. It is true that there are other creatures in Wendenbart besides humans, but how can there be a guy with a high IQ who can rescue people from the rubble?

"I knew you didn't believe it." The middle-aged man shook his head: "If it was me before, I would never believe it." With that, he bypassed several members of the search and rescue team and walked briskly towards the church.

"Wherever they come from, who drives them, and what role they play in the disaster that affected the city of Wendenbat. At the very least, they are far more benevolent than the hypocritical politicians. ”

"Thank you, thank you for ......"

The middle-aged man's muttering drifted into his ears with the wind, and the people of the search and rescue team looked at me, I looked at you, and his face was full of "shock". Reason told them that it was not true, but a scene in the square ahead. But they had to believe it.

This is not only happening to the rescue team from the town of Binno, but also to other civilian rescue groups. Of course, this qiē could not escape the eyes of the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft. It's just that, unlike those civil rescue groups, Lord Lord's already very bad mood was even worse when he learned about this. Because of the removal of the appointment of officials, stabilize the situation. In addition to a series of tedious government affairs such as searching for the rebels, he also has to think about how to discredit the alien creature rescue team.

At noon, government health officials arrived with some medical personnel, and a mechanized infantry regiment from the capital military district slowly marched into the devastated city.

After the soldiers took control of the situation, some of the officials of the disaster relief committee formed by the Lord appeared in the city of Wendenbart.

Most of them have superb acting skills comparable to those of professional actors, and a few of them are crying with tears in front of them, snot flowing, while deeply booing the cold and asking for warmth, and righteously accusing those hateful Garcia rebels.

Journalists accompanied them all the way. Flashing lights mingle with well-rehearsed Q&A.

In front of people, the officials and lords can be said to be dedicated, brave and loyal, but when they are thirsty and hungry, they stop and enter the camp, and the sadness on their faces disappears instantly. The furrowed brow slowly stretched, replaced by a commanding force. Be in spirits.

If it weren't for Haussman and Kunna, who all went to hell, where would the disaster relief show be their turn. As long as they act according to the script, as soon as the limelight passes, they will be added to the rank of knight, become the new nobles, and completely enter the upper class of the empire.

……

When Lord Lancelot was still having a headache over who would be the Governor of Rector. A private shuttle of the Star Link III lifted off from the city of Orovia slowly sailed to the Lagrange point between the two inhabited planets of Ryctor and Bruno along the security checkpoint set up by the Lector Navy.

Duke Yadan's military lifeline, one of the three major shipbuilding enterprises, the "Sigma" space station is located here.

Looking through the porthole of the shuttle, "Sigma" stands quietly in the dark cosmic space. The main structure resembles more than a dozen "king" characters spliced together.

The 40-kilometer-long and 8-kilometer-wide behemoth is brightly lit on the surface, and the light of the nuclear searchlight and the navigation beacon outside the space station reflect each other, illuminating the hundreds of kilometers of the sky around the "Sigma" like neon.

Sigma is more of a medium-sized city than a factory. Of course, his function is very simple, on the basis of the ship accessories provided by Lector and Bruno, he designs and manufactures the zero element engine, weapons, operation and other systems at the core of the battleship, and assembles them into space warships of different sizes.

As the military industrial powerhouse of the Ferguson family, the defense force of the entire space station is much stronger than that of the Sylbes military port, in addition to a large number of floating turrets, guard posts, missile platforms, and its own defense destroyer formation, there is also a powerful shield technology.

The Ipsi Dragons are staggering in shield technology, like the energy shield on the periphery of the Jump Relay, which can not only block the scorching air currents of the Terminus, the furious hurricane, and the fast flying sand and rocks, but also filter out harmful substances in the area of effect.

Since human beings entered the cosmic civilization, they have discovered many ruins of the Epsilon Dragon, and they are salivating for the shield technology of their ancestors. However, due to the fact that there are too many differences in civilization levels, and there are intrigues between countries, there is no sincere cooperation. Therefore, in terms of deciphering the technology of the ancestors, progress is very slow, like a snail's step.

Of course, the ability of humans to copycat is definitely not to be underestimated, and although they can't make the Epsilon Dragon Shield, they rely on the knowledge of warp speed navigation to create a powerful offset shield.

Different from the magnetic field that can only bounce off metal projectiles and flying thunder, the offset shield uses a large number of space-time warping excitation devices, using a large number of zero elements as the starting energy source, to form an offset force field around the object to be protected, which can deflect incoming projectiles, physical ammunition such as missiles, and even directional beams such as lasers, plasma beams, and charged particle cannons to the space-time behind the target.

To put it bluntly, the offset force field is to use the space-time warping effect of the zero-element engine to create a virtual space isolation zone between the protector and the real universe, so that the enemy's attack enters the virtual space, bypasses the protector, and shoots out from the rear escape channel.

It can be said unceremoniously that this is an invincible force field, and the space-time warping excitation device burns zero elements to escape a blue light, which some have named "guardian light".

The birth of the offset shield was once regarded by some paranoid scientists as an epoch-making scientific and technological progress, and the embodiment of human civilization catching up with and surpassing the civilization of the Ipsisaurians.

Of course, this is obviously sitting on a well and watching the sky, Yelang's arrogant expression, the offset shield is powerful, but this powerful defensive shield is not used by many people.

Crotan's Skidplatney-class helicarrier is a money-burning thing. HOWEVER, COMPARED TO THE OFFSET SHIELD, THE FORMER IS LIKE A POOR DIAO SILK THAT IS CAREFUL AND CAN'T BE BROKEN INTO AN 8-PETAL FLOWER FOR A DIME. (To be continued......)