In the dark deep sea, a submarine-launched missile with a range of 300 kilometers was fired from Cleaver's submarine formation. With a soaring water wave rising into the sky, the missile penetrated the sea and rushed towards high altitude...
Its target is a large Tiberian farm under construction 230 kilometers away.
In the command hall of the Supreme Military Executive Committee of the Crisis Planning Agency, an encrypted coded cable was projected on the communication screen.
The content of the secret message was exactly the missile fired at the Tiberian farm.
Snet and Miyazawa, including Li Jianfeng, all high-fived each other with joyful smiles on their faces.
The previous warning attack worked, and Clifford acted according to the strategy conceived by Miyazawa and his party.
A poor bandit must find a way out!
"Report! The missile will hit the Tiberian farm in 3 minutes and 7 seconds!" the command officer reported.
"Let him fly for a while, someone will be more anxious than us!" Li Jianfeng said.
As he finished speaking, a flash of lightning flashed across one of the communication screens, and the supreme commander of the Tiberians appeared on the screen.
"Will the result of your encirclement and suppression be to allow the rebels to launch missiles at our farms?" the supreme commander said sternly.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Commander, the rebels are making their last stand! However, their conspiracy will not succeed!"
Li Jianfeng spoke righteously. He paused and then continued, "We have detected the target of the missile. Please rest assured, commander, there will not be a spark splashing on the farm!"
"That's the best, but I still want to warn you Earthlings that any missile falling outside the Earthlings' control area will mean war!"
"Mr. Commander, that missile was not launched by us!" Miyazawa and his party deliberately defended themselves.
"But it was caused by your unfavorable encirclement and suppression. These rebels were originally your people!"
"Report, the missile has been locked by our interception system and will shoot down the target in 1 minute and 5 seconds!" the command officer reported.
The commander's voice was loud. Of course, in addition to routine reports, more decibels were spoken to the Tiberians.
The top commander of the Tiberians glanced at their monitoring screen and saw an interceptor missile rising from a destroyer about 15 nautical miles away from the rebels, and disappeared into the dark night sky in an instant.
He withdrew his eyes and disappeared from the screen.
The pursuit fleet fired an anti-missile missile at the missile that struck the farm.
One minute later, the missile was shot down by an anti-missile missile and fell into the vast sea.
Just 10 seconds after the missile was shot down, Cleaver appeared on the communication screen in the command hall of the Supreme Military Executive Committee of the Crisis Plan.
"Let us go, otherwise more missiles will fall on the Tiberians' farms." Cleaver threatened.
"We have 24 destroyers and 32 submarines of various types, all of which have the ability to intercept missiles!" Li Jianfeng said coldly.
Clifford's face became serious, and after a moment, he sneered, and then said: "Although we only have 4 submarines, each one is equipped with 120 submarine-launched missiles. What I want to remind the General Staff is that 480 If a salvo of missiles is fired, as long as one misses the target, the consequences will be the same as 480 missiles."
Li Jianfeng's face instantly turned gloomy, and Snate and Miyazawa's group on the left and right looked even more panicked.
The performance of the three people can be described as superb.
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After a brief reflection, Snart spoke: "If we let you go, can you promise not to launch any more missiles at the Tiberian farms?"
"I promise!"
"Okay! Please give us 3 minutes."
After Snet finished speaking, he ordered the communications officer to forcefully close the communications screen.
A guard brought three glasses of red wine, and the three of them clinked their glasses and drank.
They didn't discuss any resolution, they didn't even say a word, they just wanted to drink away the three minutes.
Suddenly, a secret message appeared on a communication screen. The secret message showed that the Tiberian mecha troops were forcibly suppressing the "rioting" crew members of the ocean-going transport fleet, and a fierce conflict broke out between the two sides.
They wanted to take over control of the ocean-going fleet as quickly as possible.
Soon, a surveillance screen showed a head-on conflict between the crew of an ocean-going fleet and a heavily armed mecha unit. Under their force, each ocean-going ship was forcibly taken over.
The expressions of the three people immediately became solemn. Once the Tiberians complete the takeover of the entire ocean-going transport fleet, the next situation will be difficult to deal with.
Without further ado, we must act as soon as possible!
The three of them immediately put down their wine glasses and looked at the open communication screen. After a moment, Clifford reappeared on the screen.
"After discussion, we unanimously agreed to your request, but we have a condition." Li Jianfeng said.
"What conditions?"
"It's up to you to take over control of the ocean transport fleet."
"Haha..." Clifford sneered, and then said, "As far as I know, the ocean transport fleet is being taken over by the Tiberians, and they will never let us take over."
"Just make this request, and we will do the rest to connect with the Tiberians."
Clifford tilted his head slightly in thought, his mind spinning rapidly...
After thinking about it for about 10 seconds, he still didn't understand Li Jianfeng's intention. However, as long as he could be allowed to return to Anhe Company safely, there was no harm in raising a small additional condition.
What's more, with the Crisis Planning Agency taking care of everything, whether the takeover can be successful or not is not Cleaver's business.
"I agree!" Cleaver said.
Fifteen seconds later, a threatening telegram from Cleaver appeared on the large communication screen in the command hall of the Crisis Planning Agency's Supreme Military Executive Committee.
Of course, it was also sent to the Supreme Commander of the Tiber Stars as quickly as possible.
The content of the threat message: To inform the Crisis Planning Agency that control of the ocean-going transport fleet carrying nearly 500 million tons of red soil must be handed over to us unconditionally. Otherwise, the Tiberian farms 200 nautical miles away and the Tiberian farms 500 nautical miles away will be destroyed. A giant city outside will be the target of our attack.
Soon, the supreme commander of the Tiberians appeared on the large communication screen. He looked serious and was obviously caught off guard by Cleaver's threatening message.
"What do the rebels want?" he snapped.
"They want to seize those hundreds of millions of tons of red soil," Snart said angrily.
"What do you want to do?"
"No compromise! Once they succeed, the consequences will be disastrous!"
"What consequences?"
Snet was speechless. After hesitating for a while, he never said a word.
The supreme commander instantly understood that the nearly 500 million tons of red soil was crucial to the people of the earth. The three desert areas were in urgent need of this red soil.
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To improve the local soil structure in order to grow the food crops needed by the people on earth.
Once the Dark River Company obtains these red soil resources, the Crisis Plan will definitely spend a lot of money to purchase them in large quantities from the Dark River Company, which is equivalent to controlling the fate of the people on earth.
If necessary, we can control the food of the people on earth, and we can also use red soil to disrupt their financial system.
Now, the Dark River Company is completely in the hands of the Tiberians. Things that are inconvenient for them to do can be done with the help of the Dark River Company.
Red soil resources can be regarded as a big bargaining chip. At present, it seems that it is not a wise move for them to let the Taibo people take over the ocean-going fleet. In the context of the "strategic mutual trust" agreement between the two parties, they will be timid and unable to Fully unleashed boxer.
The Dark River Company is different. They can act as shadow thugs for their Tiberians.
"If you are uncompromising and insist on annihilating the rebels, we have no problem with it, but can you ensure that our farms and cities are not threatened by rebel missiles?" the supreme commander asked.
"We can completely guarantee this, please rest assured, Commander!" Snart replied.
"I warned you, we Tiberians will allow you to eliminate the rebels in our area, but we will never allow a missile to fall on our heads!"
"You have been emphasizing this to us! Mr. Commander."
"If the rebels make a desperate move, can you guarantee that all missiles will be intercepted?"
Snet was speechless again, and he looked blankly at Li Jianfeng aside.
Li Jianfeng quickly said: "War is uncontrollable. We cannot completely guarantee that all missiles will be intercepted, but we assure the supreme commander that we will annihilate this rebel army at the minimum cost!"
"Humph..." the supreme commander sneered, his face turned grim, "I said, any missile landing on a farm or city means that a full-scale war will break out between us! "
Snate and the other three fell silent. They stared blankly at the Supreme Commander of the Tabor Stars on the big screen, their expressions cold and helpless.
The atmosphere in the hall became cold and dead.
After a period of lamentation, Snate said helplessly: "In order to abide by and maintain the strategic mutual trust agreement between the two sides, we have now decided to give up the operation to suppress this rebel force."
The Tiberian supreme commander disappeared from the screen.
Five minutes later, Snate and Li Jianfeng noticed that the Tiber alien mecha troops that were quelling the "commotion" of the ocean-going fleet had stopped interfering with force. After they gathered on the deck of a ship, they lined up toward the small interstellar space in the sky. The spaceship flies away.
On the ocean-going ships that had been taken over, hundreds of Tiberians and mechas also began to evacuate.
Then, the small interstellar spacecraft hovering over the ocean transport fleet disappeared into the dark sky.
Ten minutes later, the entire ocean-going transport fleet set sail, heading towards the submarine force led by Cleaver, 750 nautical miles away.
There, control of the ocean-going transport fleet will be handed over to Cleaver and the others.
At the same time, the pursuit fleet of the Crisis Plan also stopped clearing the Cleaver submarine force, leaving only two destroyers for remote monitoring. The remaining ships headed south along the west coast of Africa, heading towards Oceania at high speed. Sailing to its home port.
"What should we do next?" Snet asked Li Jianfeng.
Li Jianfeng looked at Gong Ze and his party, who touched their chins and fell into deep thought...
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