"With so many militias and weapons returning to various bases, you need to plan it well." Jin Zexiang looked at Zhuoyang and said.

Zhuoyang frowned. Just yesterday, on the way back, the militia of the nuclear energy pulser base was attacked, and the loss was not large, and Zhuoyang suppressed the matter. He knew who the attacker was, but there was no evidence, at least not for now, because Vice President Jin Zeyu was still daydreaming about the Century Project.

"Perhaps, yesterday's attack was just a reflection of them testing us." Jin Zexiang looked at Zhuoyang and continued.

It seems that he knew, and Zhuoyang didn't want to look into Jin Zexiang's eyes, "Yes, do you think we should fight back?。。。。 ”

Kanazawa Sho: "Yes, there are at least two directions, send a few killers, to give a little color to the officials of the planetary security genus; Or to kill the attack, you may need to do a little trick like luring the enemy deeper, and then... ”

Zhuoyang: "We need to set the final bottom line clearly, so that all actions can be measured." The boss gives a clear strategy, and tactical things are easy to do. For example, we can confront them in an all-out way, and at the last minute we will not hesitate to solve the problem by means of war ... ”

Kanazawa Sho: "Hey. . . This is exactly what is difficult to do, and my father and brother are undecided. Let's first study the return route of each base. ”

Zhuoyang: "I have a plan here, you see, the various bases themselves are now ready for combat, and high-power nuclear weapons have been aimed at the headquarters and several bases of the planetary security genus. ”

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A small militia force of 500 men quietly marched towards the A5 module base of the Planetary Security genus, which is on the edge of the North Pole. The captain found that when jumping forward on the ice in the glacier, the robot's power was obviously insufficient, and it was too cold here to affect the normal use of the battery. However, the militia of 500 people finally reached a place ten kilometers away from the A5 base.

"Let's start changing your outfit!" The captain is a retired soldier. At the sound of an order, the militia took off the uniform of the Venus Group on his body, took out the uniform of the Mengcheng militia from his backpack and put it on, and the robot took off his clothes, was naked, and tore off the sign of the Venus Group on his body. The logistics staff ran over to collect the clothes and signs that had been taken off, and then piled them up and burned them.

The two soldiers remotely controlled the two air-cushion military vehicles, and the captain instructed them to keep a safe distance. The soldiers lifted down two lead boxes from the car, containing three oxygen and six copper nanorods. The captain commanded, and shot one of them with a high-pressure air gun, and the other in a fixed barrel. The soldiers had already drilled fixing holes in the ground, eighteen titanium bolts with thick bowls were inserted deep into the ground through the ice, and the captain personally placed the fixing cylinder containing the nanorods on the chassis shelf.

"Listen to my command, 15 degrees in front of the left, push 20 meters... The captain watched with an infrared telescope and commanded loudly. The soldiers controlled the hydraulic pushers, and the chassis frame was moved exactly 15 meters to the front left 20 degrees.

Then, a great earthquake trembled, and the infrasound waves that shattered the sky made people vomit, even though they could not hear the sound. The soldiers' feet left the ground, were sucked to the left, and some flew hundreds of meters. An iceberg is translated, and it is pulled by strong gravity in the horizontal direction, and the iceberg is torn apart in both the aboveground and underground parts.

The soldiers then regrouped, and then, under the command of the captain, built fortifications on the iceberg and erected various weapons on it.

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In an unknown coffee bar in Northern Europe, Zhuoyang was reading a book, and the withdrawal of the militia for several days had made him very haggard and drowsy. A professor of Iranian highland descent quietly sat opposite Zhuoyang, and when Zhuoyang opened his eyes, the professor said, "Do you remember the appearance of an obese African woman?" Or the look of some other crowd of onlookers? Here are a few photos for you to see。。。。。。 ”

Back at the resting place, Zhuoyang put the helmet on his head, and he had plenty of time today.

Coming to the seventh alley of Heaven Street, Zhuoyang stayed in a small inn, which was the best place to observe the old mansion, or the new one. He no longer asks what year it is, it's silly to ask questions.

A professor of Iranian plateau descent struggled to open the door of an old house, which was overgrown with weeds and discarded weeds.

The professor walked into the three-story old bungalow in the courtyard, and an old man with white hair was sitting in the living room, which was dimly lit, and the old man was reading a book by a candle, which was "Historical Records 2".

The old man didn't raise his head, and said to the visitor: "Recently, there are more people who have come here to travel, two days ago there was a Mr. Sima Yang, the tea bowl he drank is still here, do you need to drink tea?" Sir, I can change a bowl for you, I just made tea ten minutes ago. ”

Professor: "Reading is a good habit, and I like it too. Old nobleman, I'm a big fan of "Chronicles 2", can you show me your book? I'll see which version it is. ”

Old man: "Of course you can, but you have to be careful, this is a signed version of Zhuoyang." ”

The professor put the leather bag he brought with him on the table, and then took the book, put the book on the leather bag, and the room immediately showed the image of Zhuoyang, it was the elderly Zhuoyang, he was ragged, wearing glasses, writing something on the table, Zhuoyang kept coughing, and covered his mouth with a handkerchief from time to time.

"Your reader is so advanced," said the old man.

Juyang felt that the old man's voice didn't seem to come from the telescope, as if it was next door.

Professor: "Do you know what Mr. Zhuoyang is writing?" ”

Old man: "It's "Historical Records 2", a great work. ”

Professor: "You're wrong, Zhuoyang's human nature is not so tall, perhaps, he can't be considered a good person in the traditional sense." ”

Old man: "I don't agree with you when you say this, and I even think that you are insulting a great historian, and I really hope I misheard." ”

Professor: "I've been following Zhuoyang for fifteen years, he is very greedy, and will never hand over the block drawings in the sanded hard disk to the Venus Group, this is his human nature, and your mistake lies in not knowing him." ”

Old man: "What are you talking about?" Is it the brainwave on the moon to buy the mall? There's a charming neighborhood out there, and when I was younger, I liked to close my eyes, put on my helmet and enjoy the shopping experience. ”

Professor: "Please believe me, I am an expert on Historical Records 2. I am very sorry to tell you that the retreat route of the militia in Zhuoyang is not written in "Historical Records 2", why didn't you have a good talk with Zhuoyang when you were young? "Still, maybe it's useless to talk about it, I think it's time for you to think about how to get out of Paradise Street."

Old man: "I won't leave, I'll die here, I've lost a lot of relatives in order to stay here, I'm not afraid of being assassinated, that will only reunite me with my family earlier." Actually, you can go to the moon, you can sell materials to us in the future, and you can set up a sales department in Paradise Street, but the factories and warehouses will have to be moved. ”

Professor: "You mean that in the future, we will be people on two planets, we are moon people, you are heaven street people, and we will not invade each other." ”

Old man: "This is the best ending, don't you think?" Leave everything in Paradise Street to us, we bring back the things on the moon, and everyone will not violate the river water. "However, the technology of artificial interference with the distribution of the gravitational field is a weapon of mass destruction, and it is to be destroyed. Or you let Paradise Street have the technology as well. ”

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