Failure is inevitable. The fate of 25 aircraft carrier formations and 12 nuclear submarine formations is already in the hands of Dark River Company. What awaits them will be ruthless artillery fire and attacks by murderous laser weapons and electromagnetic pulse bombs.
Strangely, the flying combat mech clusters did not attack the two formations. They just hovered neatly above the aircraft carrier formation, seeming to be waiting for further orders.
Destroy or capture? unknown.
In the command hall of the Supreme Military Executive Committee of the Crisis Planning Agency, the atmosphere was extremely solemn, as if entering a cold and deep cellar, silent and bone-chilling.
All military representatives from various countries present here understand what the loss of these nuclear deterrents will mean?
It can be as small as losing nearly half of the maritime force and the lives of 270,000 officers and soldiers, or as big as affecting the survival of the entire human race.
Everyone was silent, or their eyes were dull, or they were covering their faces and crying, or they were at a loss...
On the contrary, the command hall of the Dark River Company hidden in the bunker was filled with a sea of joy. The commander-in-chief of the air force and the commander-in-chief of the mecha unit were celebrating with great joy, sweeping away the gloomy and desperate expressions before.
A few hours ago, under the double attack of the Crisis Plan's sea and air power, the entire Dark River Company was plunged into a sea of fire.
Fleeing or seeking military intervention and asylum from the Tiberians became their few choices, but behind every choice were hearts of anxiety and fear, and pairs of desperate eyes.
But now, everything has reversed.
The mountain ghost raised his wine glass and toasted to the air force commander, mecha unit commander and other personnel one by one, congratulating them on their decisive victory.
There was loud laughter and congratulations as they exchanged toasts.
Rene was the only one who was as calm as water and as calm as a garden, with a pair of sharp eyes staring closely at the isolated and helpless surface ship force on the large wartime surveillance screen.
The mountain ghost's rosy cheeks and slightly drunk expression showed a cheerful face. He wandered up to Rene and raised his glass high to toast him with congratulations.
Rene ignored him and still stared at the monitor screen intently, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
"Mr. René, what should we do with these ships and submarines?" Shangui asked softly.
"Capture them."
"Capture them?"
The mountain ghost's eyes were full of doubts. He thought he heard wrongly, so he leaned forward and said, "Three hours ago, they destroyed our entire Dark River Company. Why don't you give them a little show? I mean, Destroy them completely!"
"Capturing them is the greatest destruction!"
After Rene finished speaking, he picked up a cup of coffee handed over by the waiter and tasted it leisurely.
The mountain ghost frowned and rolled his eyelids, trying hard to figure out the implication of Rene's words just now. After a moment, he nodded thoughtfully, seeming to understand his intention.
Shangui's understanding is that capturing these ships and submarines is far more effective in completely breaking the combatants' will to fight mentally than simply destroying them on the battlefield.
Just imagine how spectacular it would be for 25 aircraft carrier formations, 12 strategic nuclear submarine formations, nearly 500 ships and submarines of different purposes, and nearly 270,000 officers and soldiers to surrender in an organized manner?
This is no longer as simple as completely destroying the fighting will of combat personnel, but also the destruction of a military service.
"The telegram orders Miyazawa and his party that all surface and underwater ships must surrender within 30 minutes!" Rene ordered.
"Yes!" The mountain ghost cat lowered his waist and whispered.
After a while, he raised his head slightly and asked, "If they don't surrender, how should I write the telegram?"
"You still need to ask me? You can make it up yourself!"
2 minutes later, an ultimatum was sent to Miyazawa and his party. He stared at it and slumped heavily in his chair.
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In the command hall, military representatives and political dignitaries silently watched the ultimatum projected on the big screen, collectively falling into sadness...
The atmosphere was oppressive and solemn, even more suffocating and desperate than before.
"Mistakes in command, lack of organization, and lack of wartime adaptability and military literacy are the main factors responsible for the failure of this war." Miyazawa and his party slowly stood up and said with a sad look on their faces.
After looking around at everyone, he continued: "As the chief of general staff, I bear full responsibility! I am willing to accept any punishment!"
"Now is not the time to hold people accountable. How did we manage to get the aircraft carrier and submarine formation out of danger safely!" a military representative said passionately.
"Yes! That's half of our maritime power! We can't just lose it in vain!"
"And those 12,000 nuclear bombs! They are our magic weapon to check and balance the Tiberians!"
"Let's think of a solution quickly!"
"..."
In the command hall, different voices rose and fell with each other, like a pot exploding...
But there is only one purpose: to save those 25 aircraft carrier formations and 12 strategic nuclear submarine formations.
Miyazawa and his entourage buried their heads deeply in their chests and kept rubbing their foreheads with both hands. Their eyes were desperate and depressed, and they looked extremely painful.
About 20 seconds later, he slowly shook his head, his voice low and sad: "I don't know what to do. Most of the people here are soldiers, with rich combat experience and military literacy. You can work together and work together." Think of a way."
Indeed, Miyazawa, who came from an intelligence background, and his party did not have military capabilities. He was pushed to the position of chief of general staff by the war situation.
Before issuing a series of combat instructions, all the military representatives of the Supreme Military Executive Committee of the Crisis Planning Agency jointly deliberated and then finally implemented them.
Strictly speaking, he is just a prop to issue orders and only has the final decision-making power. However, the lack of military literacy and military strategy makes him appear to be unable to play the role of a wartime nerve center in this key position. .
A military strategist with military strategy and command art is crucial!
He is often able to draw on everyone's strengths and avoid everyone's shortcomings. He not only brainstorms and turns the tide, but also finds the best way to win in the ever-changing battle situation.
Obviously, Miyazawa and his party did not have such qualities, and they were unable to lead numerous military representatives to make timely and effective battle strategies.
The words of Miyazawa and his entourage caused the command hall to become much quieter immediately. Numerous military representatives, either in pairs or in groups, anxiously and intensely discussed response strategies.
3 minutes passed and still no solution.
Five minutes passed. Apart from the tit-for-tat arguments of the noisy crowd, there were endless sighs. The two voices were intertwined, like the roaring waves of the sea, sometimes with huge waves and sometimes with ripples. ..
Secretary-General Lydia stared at the military representatives with a blank look on her face. She kept shaking her head and sighing, and other dignitaries also looked anxious.
Next to Ms. Shannon, the Director-General of the Peace Plan, Liu Hanyang kept looking at his watch, with a worried heart under his anxious mind. At this moment, a full 17 minutes had passed since the ultimatum took effect.
If no decision is made, 500 ships and 270,000 officers and soldiers will perish at sea.
The ultimatum sent by Yamaki to Miyazawa and his party included a special addition: if they refuse to surrender after 30 minutes, the flying combat mech cluster will launch a full-scale attack until this maritime force is completely eliminated.
"If there are no corresponding countermeasures, I suggest everyone stop arguing. Every minute of delay will bring 270,000 officers and soldiers one step closer to death!" Liu Hanyang said loudly.
His words caused everyone to stop immediately. Only then did they realize
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, there are only a few minutes left before the decision is made.
The command hall fell into a dead silence again. People looked at the countdown card that kept passing by on the big screen, panicked and at a loss...
"Mr. Miyazawa, if your position is replaced by someone with more experience and outstanding military qualities, would you be willing to accept it?" Liu Hanyang asked.
"Of course, of course I am willing to accept it! I am an incompetent chief of staff and I am willing to accept any punishment!"
"Okay!" After Liu Hanyang finished speaking, he turned to Secretary-General Ms. Lydia and said, "Please Secretary-General consider whether to reinstate Lieutenant General Li Jianfeng and Lieutenant General William Snett to their original posts and let them jointly lead Crisis Planning Agency and the Supreme Military Executive Council to resolve the current crisis."
"I am willing to resign as director-general of the Crisis Agency." Heydrich stood up and said.
Ms. Lydia looked at the military representatives. Most of them neither raised objections nor expressed support. They just watched the countdown cards in silence.
"I object!" a military representative shouted.
He waved his hand and continued speaking righteously: "Do you still remember the 224 starships and the more than 10 million well-trained officers and soldiers on board? Do you still remember the more than 700,000 space vehicles, the more than 400,000 Various models of small spaceships?”
His words brought everyone's thoughts back to the tragic battle with the Tiberian star battleship cluster more than 20 days ago.
In this battle, in addition to the 24 first- and second-generation interstellar spacecraft and about 1 million well-trained officers and soldiers who fled to the Kuiper Belt, nearly 200 interstellar spacecraft of the Earth people, up to 1 million ships, and various sorties Models of small ship-based spacecraft and space vehicles were all annihilated.
The human losses reached an astonishing more than 9 million.
So far, there is no news about those 24 interstellar spacecraft. Are they buried in the outer reaches of the solar system? Or continue to escape into the depths of the universe? unknown.
"In this battle, we lost almost all the starships." Liu Hanyang said sadly.
"What is almost? Can any of you give an accurate answer whether those 24 ships are dead or alive?"
Liu Hanyang is really a little angry. At this juncture, are you still comparing money and money?
"Okay! I admit that we have lost all the interstellar ships and the ability to navigate in the solar system and even the entire universe!"
Liu Hanyang spoke strongly, and after glancing around, he continued: "But what I want to ask you is, what if one of you served as the chief of staff of the last battle and took overall command of the only 224 interstellar ships? Who can guarantee that you will not fail in a battle with the tens of thousands of interstellar battleships of the Tiberians? And who can guarantee that all of the interstellar ships will be preserved? Or some of them?"
Liu Hanyang's words silenced the military representative. After heaving a long sigh, he sat down with an indifferent expression.
Liu Hanyang seemed to be unsatisfied. He continued: "I am the Director General of the United Nations Science and Technology Agency, and as a scientist, I regret to tell everyone here that the science, technology and military capabilities of the Taibo people are tens of thousands of years ahead of ours. They can retain The 24 missing interstellar spacecraft are really not easy! It’s a fluke that we can stay on Earth.”
He looked at the countdown card on the big screen. At this moment, there were only 6 minutes and 23 seconds left before the ultimatum took effect.
He withdrew his gaze and said: "There is not much time left. I believe Lieutenant General Li Jianfeng and Lieutenant General Snet are capable of solving the current dilemma!"
Secretary-General Lidya exchanged opinions with the surrounding dignitaries, and finally unanimously approved Liu Hanyang's proposal.
The last 6 minutes and 09 seconds are the last seconds to determine whether Li Jianfeng and Snet can resolve this crisis. The fate of nearly 500 ships and 270,000 people lies in their hands.
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