"Thermobaric missile? So brave?"
As a "comrade" who shares intelligence, Yang Tianyi is naturally aware of the movements of Armadana Company.
According to Xingxuan's monitoring of the global arms market, these eight small thermobaric missiles have brought orders for thousands of missiles to Armadanai - European customers are interested in weapons exclusive to major powers such as Sabretooth Tiger tanks. Not big, but this kind of small thermobaric bomb that can be fired by an individual soldier is obviously high quality and cheap.
Can the Sabretooth Tiger tank withstand a thermobaric missile bombardment? Perhaps the electromagnetic cannon can destroy three to five thermobaric missiles in the air. But even if you use ten or even twenty missiles to replace a saber-tooth tiger, it is still a sure profit.
Armada's Sabretooth Tiger tanks cost as much as 12 million US dollars per naked vehicle, and individual thermobaric missiles?
Only one hundred thousand American dollars!
But Yang Tianyi is not worried that the group will lose customers in the European Union. Unlike Armada, which has always been a piece of cake in the last century, the power of red laser, as an epoch-making advanced technology, is far from reaching its limit.
Armadanai's Sabretooth Tiger tank is about to test the actual combat power of red lasers on the battlefield for the group and the entire world.
Considering that even big killers like thermobaric missiles have come out, Yang Tianyi is still a little worried about whether the Renaissance Front can hold on until the moment reinforcements arrive. He only hopes that the battle in Mehran will last until at least mid-December, for the stars The group bought time by transferring refugees by rail.
Just when Yang Tianyi and Xingshu were discussing whether to give the Renaissance Front a blood transfusion first, Haaland angrily walked into the office with the latest news on the battlefield and shouted: "Crazy! Nasser and the Renaissance Front They’re all crazy!”
The intelligence clearly gave an emphatic explanation of the latest order obtained by the Renaissance Front - to use civilians. Even an emotionless artificial intelligence like Xingshu suggested that Yang Tianyi start a plan to transfer refugees as soon as possible.
Because if it is delayed for a few more days, there may not be any refugees who are not refugees - once Armadana Corporation convinces the world that this is an all-out war against the free world, the North American Alliance may personally end it!
The Pan-Asian Alliance will not and cannot intervene at the risk of public opinion of aiding the tyrants. The good situation that the group has worked hard to manage in the Middle East Alliance will be completely ruined and will be difficult to recover.
"Pick me up, Major General Ramsey, and tell him that we need to re-evaluate the escalated war situation. In addition, all the equipment scheduled to be transported the day after tomorrow will be packed and shipped immediately!"
Yang Tianyi's eyes flickered as he stared at the information, and the cold numbers between the lines seemed to seep blood out of the screen. If the soldiers of the Al-Nath al-Nath Front really carried out Nasser's orders to the end, he was sure that Amadanah would definitely reduce Mehran to ashes along with the tens of thousands of civilians in it.
The only way to reduce civilian casualties now is to send more advanced weapons to the hands of the holy warriors, so that they will not put civilians in front of them as human shields and means of self-protection in desperate situations.
"Star Hub, report on the repair status of the railway from Dehloran to Baidra."
"The one-way repairs have been ongoing for twenty-four hours, and the railway is expected to be closed at the suburban station 25 kilometers away from Badra in sixteen hours."
"Sixteen hours, sixteen hours..."
As he recited this number silently in his mind, Yang Tianyi gradually calmed down as he looked at the holographic projection. Now the group's top priority is no longer cooperating with Armadanai to launch an attack, but rescuing the refugees.
This is not because he suddenly became kind-hearted and wanted to be a savior, but because the Renaissance Front, which has obtained advanced weapons, will not easily abandon Mehran and run away. Especially after learning that Armadanai was not shy about weapons such as thermobaric bombs, escaping into fortresses and caves in the mountains and forests had become a certain death situation.
Rather than hiding in a dark and humid cave and waiting to have his internal organs crushed by the shock wave pouring in from the cave entrance, it would be better to hold on to the end in the city.
Changes in tactical thinking and the opponent's combat power have destined that Armadanai will no longer be able to capture Mehran in just two days as expected in the combat plan. Naturally, the Star Group responsible for the other direction also has reasons to stand still and watch Armada. The company's board of directors reaped the consequences of their boasts.
The brutal street fighting around Mehran will give the Stars enough time to rescue the refugees and win the group a good reputation around the world - reputation will still be useful as long as there is a shred of order left.
Just when Yang Tianyi was thinking about how to stabilize the situation that was about to get out of control, Xingshu's emergency report completely ignited his anger.
"Boss, Fouad Hussein, a specially appointed engineer of the 1st Mechanized Brigade Engineering Force and the former railway engineer at Heloran Station, is in contact with the officers of the Badra garrison of the Al-Nahra Front via satellite phone. I would like to ask if you want to access the content of the call. ?”
After he nodded slightly, the senior executives in the conference room suddenly fell silent, either angry or puzzled, "listening" to the real-time call that was accessed by Xingshu.
"..."
"Hey, are you the commander of the Renaissance Front? How many people do you have in Badra?" This was the voice of old Fouad, and the hoarse voice that was deliberately lowered made everyone in the conference room want to laugh.
"Speak directly of your purpose, old guy! Don't think that you can get information by being mysterious. I've seen people like you a lot!" This was the voice of a Renaissance Front officer.
Information shows that he is a low-level officer at a defense line stationed in Badela. He is thirty-five years old and a native of Badela. He has been alone since he was a child and has never been married. He has been a member of the Renaissance Front for more than ten years and can be said to be a senior anti-humanity thug.
"I have important information to tell you, but you have to give me some benefits."
The office was a little dim with all the lights turned off. Old Fouad hid behind his desk and carefully looked up at the corridor, counting the time until the patrol passed by.
If his colleagues hadn't gone to the front line to direct the robot troops to repair the railway, he would not have had the opportunity to touch the few satellite phones in this room.
"Humph, where did you come from, idiot? We can't protect ourselves now, how can we give you any extra benefits! Get lost!"
Just when the officer felt a little impatient about this meaningless conversation and wanted to hang up, Old Fouad gritted his teeth and directly threw out his only bargaining chip.
"They are repairing the railway. The Stars Group is repairing a railway that can go directly to the outskirts of Baidra!"
So stupid and such a waste.
Yang Tianyi believed that there was more than one person in the conference room who had the same idea as him. The wrong time, wrong place, and wrong negotiating partner all showed that old Fouad might not be so clear-headed, and he actually wanted to ask for help from an anti-human warlord group. bone?
"Railway, what railroad?"
As expected, the officer became interested and quickly asked the people around him to quiet down. Not only did he realize that he had an opportunity to get promoted and make a fortune, he might also be able to personally meet the envoy of the Oasis Kingdom on earth - General Nasser!
"Suburban Railway! You don't know where it is. It is an abandoned railway. Do you have a map of Badela from twenty or ten years ago? I can give you the detailed station coordinates. They are now at Along the railway are engineering robots without combat procedures, and you can easily destroy the entire railway!"
"Don't try to teach me how to do things! Just give me the coordinates!"
"What's my benefit?"
Seeing that the old guy still refused to give up, the officer had no choice but to fool around with him for a few times before Fouad was satisfied and handed over the specific coordinates of the suburban station. Finally, he did not forget to say that he would remit the money as soon as possible to his son studying abroad in the North American Union. on the account.
"Haha, if what you said, old guy, is true, our Renaissance Front can still get it for just half a million US dollars! I'll contact you when it's done!"
"Okay, okay, thank you, sir!"
Before Fuad could ask the officer when the troops would be dispatched, the heavy footsteps of the Z-1 robot patrol in the empty corridor made Fuad frightened. He quickly deleted the call records and returned the satellite phone to its original owner, the Engineering Corps. The person in charge, the gentle middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses.
Trying his best to make his breathing appear steady, Old Fouad took a deep breath, opened the door of the office, and came face to face with the passing Z-1 patrol team.
One of the robots came forward with a laser rifle, scanned old Fuad's physical signs, and slowly asked in a cold electronic voice: "Fuad Hussein, special engineer, why don't you Leave the office area within the designated time?”
"Ahem, I forgot the blueprint here. Come back and get it."
After showing the robot the pre-prepared drawings, the robot's words put Old Fouad's heart at ease.
"The reason is valid. Thank you for your contribution to the Star Group. Please let us escort you back to your residential area."
"No, no, no need to trouble you. Haha, I'll go by myself, I'll go by myself."
How could old Fouad, who had a guilty conscience, let these murderous killing machines send him home? He quickly waved his hand and slowly walked out of the robot's sight.
It's a pity that he didn't look back, otherwise he would have found that the entire patrol team's Z-1 robots were staring at the direction he left with their head sensors.
The corridor illuminated by the overhead light was extremely bright, and more than a dozen bloody rays of light emitted by the head sensor, which were difficult to see with the naked eye, hit Fouad's back, as if revealing the old man's tragic fate in the future.
The betrayer deserves his fate.
