National Juggernaut

Chapter 305 Waiting
When time arrived at the prelude to the battlefield, less than a week after the agreed time, the satellite cities and observation posts in the distance began to report the sighting reports of the autumn celebration, which made all the insiders heave a sigh of relief.

At least from the current development point of view, the Prophet's plan is not wrong. The wisdom of "Autumn Festival" is not high enough to record every dangerous place passing through the world. Its way of avoiding the big city of human beings is still mainly based on perception.

Perceive a "big source" capable of interfering with reality, a powerful consciousness that stabilizes the fluctuations in the surrounding space, it has suffered in the big city, and has also recorded such fluctuations, and will go around.

But now, Ningping City is gone. The top decoys imprisoned in the designated area will attract it to rush to the city area without hesitation.

Including those alien beasts and alien races that have just arrived, will become a very tempting extra meal, everything is in the prophet's plan even if it sacrifices itself at the beginning.

"Is there no deviation in the trajectory?"

"No, no one can distort its will and goal, and it marches straight towards the bait."

The Prophet has repeatedly calculated that this is a 98% certainty that it will happen, but even so, the hearts of a very small number of insiders are still hanging.

fail?With the end of Ningping City as the prologue, how can failure be allowed.

For this day, at least 50 years have been prepared.

There may be backup plans, but just like the various plans of human beings in countless times of hunting god wars, once the god wars are truly launched, it is doomed to invest in unlimited costs. To put it bluntly, it is to use human lives and use top-level combat power Go to the heap, start a war head-on, and the plan must be implemented.

It is the end of the old era and the beginning of a new era, a city that can move, and human beings will no longer be purely passive defenses, losing everything.
"...Don't dream, just finish the work first. Have you completed your mission? If you haven't, don't hurry up. If you don't have any missions, go and review the internal roadmap and tactical manual for me to know the importance of the missions. Take it easy."

As the core of the team, Zheng Li became more and more indifferent and rational.

When an epic battlefield was presented in front of him, and all the soldiers were screaming and describing the future, Zheng Li calmly assessed the battle situation around him and poured cold water on his comrades.

Ideals are always good, plans are always foolproof, and most of them will be played off in the end.

Zheng Li still doesn't understand why the Prophet dared to gamble like this. There are too many unknown and unpredictable factors in it. The believers of the Four Gods discovered two days ago are all unpredictable additional factors, and it is impossible to lose any link. Accepted. There is a huge power vacuum in the central part, and the other five cities will be dragged into this bottomless battlefield, and the entire human society may go back hundreds of years.

"Oh, I don't need to understand."

After determining the top-level strategic goals, Zheng Li did not deduce the reasons or hidden ambitions.

The current self is just a grassroots commander, the core backbone of a high-quality rookie battle group, and doing the job well is the foundation of everything.

It is enough for him to recognize this strategic goal and the huge gains that this gamble may bring.

After all, that means the advent of a new era, and mankind will turn from defense to offense. But it is better to dream at night, and the most important thing at present is the task of one's own battle group.

"Did Ah Wu pay back? Did he complete the rescue goal?"

"No, the psionic network is completely useless, and the military lines are always disconnected, which is completely unreliable."

Zheng Li frowned, and shook his head helplessly. At this time, he could only expect Ah Wu to do his best.

Yes, for the rescue mission, [-]% of Ninh Binh people have indeed completed the migration, but any city or ethnic group will inevitably have brain-dead, conspiratorial, anti-governmentist, and people whose identities cannot be revealed. There are always some people who ignore this. An official order exhorting everyone to stay away from danger.

In the increasingly exotic city ruins, there are still living people in a certain corner, basement, or corner.

Obviously, they are now the lowest existence in the city, the lowest end of the food chain.

There is no cure for brain damage, but the superiors still issued some rescue missions according to the latent areas of each battle group, and provided they could help as long as they did not affect the overall situation.

The location of A18 where the Peace Corps is lurking is on the high flying platform of the city hospital, and the surrounding area is boundless. It is indeed very suitable for asking for help, and there are many rescue missions assigned.

But most of the rescue missions, Zheng Li refused, and even seemed quite cold-blooded even if he was fully capable, he was still not sure whether the rescue team would come back alive.

There are more and more high-level alien beasts outside, and the frequency of space cracks is becoming higher and higher. There are already unlucky battle group carts that have been directly involved in the alien world. Their tasks have been passed on to other War regiments and reserves.

But this is still in the plan. Lurking in such a city is a high-risk task, and a certain battle damage ratio is originally on the planning document.

"Speak to the higher-ups and start rejecting all rescue missions now. We have run out of energy to do these things."

Some things, some decisions, as the leader of the team, must be made.

Even with the ability to observe time and space, the consciousness interference of too many powerful existences makes going out an extremely dangerous thing not only for the individual, but also for the overall plan. At this time, any loss outside the battlefield is unacceptable. That will directly reduce the success rate of the grand strategy.

"If you don't want to be ridiculed for 'dishonorable death', just do your own thing, and we can't control other people's affairs."

Yes, that's right, dying while rescuing someone else is considered a disgraceful off-battle loss at this time.

In fact, yesterday morning, the upper command issued a suggestion to stop the rescue.

With more and more reports of battle damage, it is only a matter of time before "suggestions" completely become "orders".

Zheng Li's will was conveyed, and everyone went to busy with their work, quietly and silently.

The huge cart was quietly parked in the hangar of the platform, and the candlelight and lights were hidden in the darkness. For professional fighters, lurking was a kind of waiting and also a kind of work.

"Huh? Why is it so quiet?"

Suddenly, the hatch opened, and Wu Sanjun walked in carelessly.

In a corner of the hangar, Dabai was still spitting out people, one after another, a group of strange people wearing cloaks and hoods, all tied up.

"Oh, a small community that believes in foreign gods thinks that this relocation is actually an official conspiracy against them. When I saw me, I did it directly. I was hesitant to leave them there. Forget it, just get them back. came back."

Zheng Li nodded, handed over the communication equipment to the Wu Army, and pointed to the order just issued by the command above - to stop all rescue missions.

"Tie them together with those brain-dead before, and throw them directly when the patrol team from above comes over."

And after excluding these rescue missions, the rest of the work is really lackluster.

Training, simulated battles, lectures on tactical manuals, and tactical coordination simulations. In a claustrophobic environment, all members sharpen their minions repeatedly, waiting for the moment when the prey comes.

In the 373rd year of the new calendar, on April 4, at four o'clock in the afternoon, the autumn festival arrived in the suburbs of Ninh Binh, and the war broke out.

(End of this chapter)