"I just received a satellite phone call. No useful information has been transmitted from the Arctic. People who have entered the dead latitude are still missing, and it has been almost three hours since they came out." Gu Qingwan reported the information to Jiang Cheng on the plane. Jiang Cheng was sitting opposite her, writing and drawing in his notebook. Hearing this, he still did not look up.
"Has Tali already led his troops into the Arctic?"
"The order has been issued. Apart from the projects related to the War Maidens which are still being rushed to completion, the heavy armored soldiers and land-based weapons are already on their way to the Arctic."
“Of course he won’t touch anything I’m fully responsible for,” Jiang Cheng said, drawing a straight line with his pen as he pondered. “It’s not too late to deal with the War Maidens after I return to the Federation. The defense deployment has been discussed more than ten times, and the changes are approaching perfection. What we need to do now is find those people.”
"Who are they?"
"Our outstanding students."
Jiang Cheng finally finished his drawing, looked up, and capped his pen. "What time is it?"
"Boss, 7:21."
"It's time. Our trainees are already up. Notify Wan Xingyan to have his subordinates gather everyone and head straight into the mech. I've already told Number Four through the mental link."
I'll make the arrangements right away.
As she spoke, Gu Qingwan left her seat, not wanting to disturb Jiang Cheng's thoughts in the room.
After he left, Jiang Cheng sat there, staring blankly in a direction where there was nothing, twirling a pen in his hand.
He couldn't quite describe his feelings; they were completely different from what he had expected. He wasn't as nervous or melancholy as he had anticipated; instead, his heart was beating faster and faster. Although these actions weren't reflected on his face, the increasingly rapid turning of his pen and the glint in his eyes spoke volumes.
After a while, Jiang Cheng came to his senses and began to be surprised.
What exactly is this emotion?
Fear? Terror? Feeling restless and overwhelmed by stress?
No! None of those!
He realized that the emotion rising in his heart was excitement, which caused him to secrete hormones, his heart to beat faster, and his eyes to become bright and alert.
Countless days and nights of perseverance were dedicated to this war. Waiting and waiting, a long wait, certain factors lay dormant within him, completely invisible in his daily life.
Even today, these revived factors are surging forward, invading Jiangcheng's blood vessels and flowing into every part of his body.
He envisioned a warrior maiden, embodying the pinnacle of human technology, galloping across the land, wielding a cold, icy blade, severing the head of an intruder with a single stroke, sending it crashing down from the sky, tumbling and kicking up clouds of dust.
What a beautiful scene it was, it was breathtaking.
Many days ago, in Kyoto, Jiang Cheng talked with Elder Zhong about developing modern weaponry. At that time, he was afraid that he would regret it. What if the thing he made with his own hands became a killing machine that reaped countless lives?
Now he was certain that he wouldn't regret it.
Ultimately, Jiang Cheng and Einstein were not the same kind of people. He was not pure enough to be untainted by any filth, and he could not escape the vicious cycle of power and fame to immerse himself in science.
From the day he became a scientific leader, everything was predetermined.
Scientific research is scientific research; where does the leader come from?
Only a strategist who guarantees the stability of the people, the well-being of the nation, and attempts to lead the country to greater strength can be called a leader.
Those who wield power have no concept of right or wrong; their moral compass is detached from the world's. To be precise, they have their own way of judging right and wrong.
Achieving the goal is right; failing to achieve the goal is wrong.
The world is becoming increasingly indifferent. At first, Jiang Cheng thought that if everyone were kinder, the world would eventually get better. But what happened? As soon as someone showed even the slightest sign of being easy to bully, someone would immediately stand on their head and defecate, even taking away their clothes. So this is what human civilization is like.
China has only ever had one path: to become the strongest nation, otherwise it will be constantly coerced by others.
Like a child living under someone else's roof, having to watch the moods of their relatives.
He was timid and fearful, living in constant anxiety.
Jiang Cheng also knew that from the moment he started developing future weaponry, he embarked on a path of no return. The funds required for military equipment were astronomical, and the development of various new weapons required an investment of billions or even tens of billions of yuan for each project.
Do we have to take this money out of our own pockets?
No.
Powerful nations have already provided the answer.
They instigate wars in various places, fearing nothing more than peace and quiet, sell weapons, interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, resell military supplies, and make a fortune as a result.
So the money to develop new weapons came in, and the country became stronger and stronger while other countries became weaker and weaker.
At this rate, it's only a matter of time before we become "number one in the world".
Last winter, Earth was invaded, satellites lost contact, and humanity formed a federation. Huge sums were poured into supporting the federation's government, with research and development funds flowing into the organization like water. Jiangcheng was greatly empowered, developing a variety of weapons in a short period.
In some mysterious way, this was an opportunity.
Once the invasion ends, all these maturing technologies will be brought to China.
The world order will be completely different from what it was before.
After Gu Qingwan gave the order, the trainees gathered together, completely bewildered.
Let's leave this matter aside for now.
After more than ten hours of intercontinental flight, Jiangcheng arrived in the Federal Region.
He swept through the night, through the clouds, the scorching sun baking the wings and caressing his handsome face through the window.
Upon arrival in the Federation, the plane landed on the tarmac.
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