The battlefield chosen by "Iron Hammer" was an open area on the edge of the city. It was supposed to be a flower farm, but now it had been burned to a white wasteland, even the soil had been turned up and burned dry. Such places are common across the country, and some responsible farmers even spray the land with retarding pesticides to prevent those extremely resilient plants from escaping the current wave of destruction.
The two "trolls" were very well-behaved throughout the journey, but given their size and unrealistic weight, they still caused considerable damage along the way. The roads were a mess, and the few less fortunate houses were also left with potholes. After a brief period of adjustment, "Xiao Liu" seemed to have found a rhythm to pull these two "little loaches". He left three drones to harass each monster, constantly draining their energy while gradually guiding them out of the city.
The plan was now set. They intended to lure the two "trolls" to a suitable location and then use heavier caliber firepower to blow them into pieces. Although this would be a loss for the researchers, it was a temporary solution. At least they wanted to show the public their determination and ability to protect them.
"Crash!" Another drone, unable to dodge, was swatted down by the two creatures and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. "Go ahead and smash it! They're all mass-produced products, I don't mind!" Lu Ping'an, hiding behind the drone terminal, was in agony. Drones are expensive these days, but production capacity has dropped significantly due to the damage done by the mutants. Every time one goes down, there's one less, and there's no telling when they'll be able to replenish their supply.
Why not develop automated production lines? Such production lines do exist, but they are constrained by the materials they produce, and the production lines for these materials are constrained by the raw materials themselves, ultimately leading to this situation. Unless you imagine a production line that simply throws in mined ore and produces a product, that's possible. The problem is, even by 2052, such a production line hasn't been built, and the intermediary links still rely on humans.
Although some people believe that the technological explosion will allow humans to unify the Milky Way by 2200, it is actually impossible. The natural growth rate of the world's population is about 2%. Even after another two hundred years, the world's population can only increase by about 50 times the current level. With such a small number of people, it is not enough to colonize the entire Milky Way.
Oh? You said it could be automated, so a hundred people could colonize a planet! Or even just one person could colonize a planet.
This brings us back to the original question: what's the purpose of automation? What's the purpose of expanding productivity? It's not to allow someone to become an emperor in a remote place, right? Productivity with people is productivity; productivity without people is just machinery. It's like money: only money that circulates is money; what doesn't circulate is just paper.
Anyway, the plan went smoothly. By the time the two "trolls" arrived at their designated location, the reinforcements had already dug in the anti-fragmentation slopes. Then they began to fire from small to large calibers, and incidentally, they were able to turn over the farmland.
"Wow! This mutant's healing speed is truly remarkable!" exclaimed the commander after a round of artillery fire. Even if it were directly hit by a shell and its limbs were severed, it wouldn't die. It could even regenerate its limbs after a while. If it weren't for the drones watching from above, several soldiers conducting physical reconnaissance would have been sacrificed.
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As the explosions outside the city gradually subsided, the residents, recovering from their shock, looked upon the devastation in their neighborhood with tears in their eyes. Even during the chaotic times of a few years ago, nothing like this had happened. Even when the entire country was clamoring for war, the mainland wasn't actually attacked, like the United States during that era. This time, however, was different. The city was clearly razed to the ground, yet they didn't even know who the enemy was.
"They'll get used to it." In the future, perhaps someone will talk about this history.
Jiang Youwei, who had been hiding upstairs and watching the entire incident, saw that many people had already run out of the severely damaged residential buildings. She curled her lips and said in a nonchalant tone, "Don't worry, it only takes a small amount of money to repair the damaged houses."
A loli voice came from the side immediately: "If it were that simple, construction companies across the country would be busy as hell."
"Could it be possible?" Huang Xiaohong was a little worried.
"Yes, this situation is everywhere!" Jiang Wenwu raised her phone and shook it, then she added: "If you invest in a company now, you will definitely make a fortune!"
"I think we will lose a lot of money. Just imagine what will happen if the module production line is also dismantled by these monsters." Jiang Youwei immediately retorted.
Jiang Wenwu was speechless for a moment, but Huang Xiaohong, who was eating fruit candy nearby, spoke up again: "The food processor I bought a few days ago has arrived. It's best to stock up on ink cartridges and filters now. I think they will be hard to buy in the future."
"That's right!" the other two said in unison.
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"Before this meeting, the representatives of Country Z brought the materials they compiled. Please ask the staff to distribute them to the representatives of the member states."
"The representative of Country Z, please speak."
"In late February of this year, the world suffered a disaster of unknown cause. Yet, against this backdrop, many countries still remain disunited and act arbitrarily. I deeply regret this! On behalf of Country Z, I sincerely invite everyone present to abandon arrogance and prejudice. For the sake of humanity and your own lives, cease all hostile actions and engage in open and honest cooperation!"
There was a brief silence in the meeting hall, and then it was like a frying pan exploding. Some people were holding on to the distributed documents tightly in their hands, as if they were grasping at a life-saving straw.
"What the hell is this cooperation! Representative of Country Z, what does the strategic contraction you started last week mean? Do you want to start a war again?" A representative from a well-known troublemaker country tried to muddy the waters.
"Just you? Your own island has been poisoned by nuclear pollution, and you still want to get involved in Black Continent?" Someone immediately refuted.
"What? You still want to bring the war to Antarctica? Let me tell you, we have already deployed secret weapons there. Let's see who dares to come!" A major South Asian country suddenly roared.
Suddenly, the people around them stopped arguing, and the sudden silence spread like a ripple throughout the room. "Quiet! Quiet! Now is not the time for an argument!" Only then did the chairwoman's voice reach the audience.
At this moment, a discordant voice interrupted, with a look of shock and confusion on its face: "Indian representative, are you serious? You actually deployed nuclear weapons in Antarctica?"
"What?!" The representatives around looked solemn and raised questions one after another.
Realizing he had lost his temper, the curly-haired Asian quickly explained, "No, you heard wrong. We just deployed a curry production line there."
"Quiet! Everyone, be quiet!"
"Please speak in turn!"
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