The multiple network layers can be used independently, and he can contact the military even without a regular network.
However, there were too many things happening just now, and it happened so suddenly that he didn't have time to report the situation to the alliance.
He finally convinced the teacher to let him sneak out to relax, but then this happened. Should we say he's lucky or unlucky?
Although contacting the alliance now would be tantamount to exposing his location, what are his personal interests compared to the people here? At most, he'd be locked in a small dark room for a few days and scolded by several adults taking turns pulling his ears.
It's such a shame that he worked so hard to get one of his few days off. He spent most of the day negotiating, only to get a half-day pass in return. He's heartbroken, upset, and so sad...
To all members of the Interstellar Alliance Military Command Headquarters Committee:
The city of Qinghe on the twelfth planet was attacked by rebels. Citizens have been organized to evacuate in an orderly manner. 1,500 people survived at the temporary shelter in the air-raid shelter in the East District. 1,000 people were injured, including five seriously injured and one dead (of natural causes). For details, please see the attached document.
In response to potential looting, sweeping, and killing by the rebels, I request to organize citizens for self-defense. The details of this organization are as follows:
I. Organize young and middle-aged adults to participate in the collection of supplies;
II. Organize qualified personnel to participate in basic firearms use training using homemade firearms;
III. Other necessary basic skills training.
The above requests are all necessary measures for self-defense, and we hope they will be approved. At the same time, we earnestly request additional support.
Respectfully submitted by General Yu Wei, First Military Region of the Interstellar Alliance.
After sending the message, Yu Wei stared blankly at the three large characters "Zhou Siyu" on the contact page, his finger constantly swiping up and down on the screen.
Without basic communication network support, messages are sent very slowly. Yu Wei roughly estimated that, given the size of the file being sent, it would take at least two days to reach the alliance, another two days to receive a reply from the alliance, plus the personnel mobilization and other preparatory work that the alliance needs to do, and taking into account the travel distance, it would take at least seven or eight days to arrive.
He couldn't wait that long. There were maps showing the distribution of air-raid shelters and emergency refuges all over the streets and alleys. The rebels would find this place sooner or later, and they didn't have many weapons to get their hands on, so they couldn't hold out for long.
Therefore, he still planned to risk going to Juyuan Street to send out the message a day earlier, so that reinforcements would arrive a day earlier and there would be fewer casualties.
Looking at the dark mass of people in front of him, Yu Wei felt a headache coming on.
It's just moving supplies, yet hundreds of people are involved. Anyone who didn't know better would think they were going to war.
"Send 100 people today, and the rest will stay to take care of the wounded."
"Me, me, me! Choose me! I'm strong..."
"I...I...I..."
Yu Wei raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling them to be quiet: "The five people I just pointed to, come out."
“Each of you choose five people to follow me. The rest will be arranged by him.” Yu Wei pushed the scarred man forward, patted him on the shoulder, and left with the chosen men after saying “Do a good job.”
With tears welling in his eyes, the scarred man gave Yu Wei a completely haphazard salute as he watched his retreating figure, and then began assigning tasks.
As seen in satellite images, Qinghe City at night is dotted with lights scattered among the mountains, like stars left behind by the gods.
In the long-standing agricultural culture of Planet Twelve, sacrificial rites hold a very important place in the hearts of the local people.
On the twelfth planet, every town and village has a tower, either tall or short, built to worship the gods. At the top of the tower is an energy device that never goes out, which is the only visible light at night.
The group made their way stealthily by the faint moonlight and soon arrived at the designated location. Perhaps because the rebels had not yet arrived, the journey was unusually quiet.
“We’ll split into five groups, each leading a team to search a building. Meet here in two hours. I’ll patrol the perimeter and give you a signal if anything happens. Once you hear it, retreat quickly, understand?” The group nodded, but Yu Wei was still worried and added, “The keys have door numbers on them, so remember to lock the door when you leave.”
Although these doors will most likely be destroyed by the rebels, he is different from them, and must be different.
After the others left, Yu Wei walked to a corner of a building. Golden vines snaked up the wall, wrapped around the hardest thing on the roof, and then quickly climbed up to the roof.
"Activate the mobile arsenal."
After issuing the order, Yu Wei took out a gun and a black longsword from the mobile armory, put on a lightweight stealth armor, observed the area on the roof for a while, found a sheltered spot, and began fiddling with the communicator.
The mobile arsenal is a relatively old system with many advantages, the biggest being that it is not limited by time or space and can be used at any time. However, it also has many disadvantages: the arsenal has a small capacity and is equipped with common weapons such as pistols, melee weapons, and some protective gear, making it only suitable for missions such as assassination and infiltration.
After all, nobody likes to go head-to-head with an enemy wielding a Gatling gun while armed with a dagger and a pistol. That's like a dung beetle going to the toilet and asking for trouble.
Suddenly, a towering flame illuminated half the sky. Yu Wei was stunned for a moment, then flung out vines to entwine around the roof of the opposite building. He leaped up and landed on the wall, then climbed up the wall until he reached the closest point to the flames.
Yu Wei lay on the rooftop, peeking out slightly. Below, a group of rebels and orcs were gathered around a campfire, dancing hand in hand in celebration of their impending victory.
Unlike other places, the helicopter lights were as bright as day. Patrol planes patrolled back and forth within a range of four or five streets around Changxing Bridge. As the blinding searchlights swept across, Yu Wei quickly lowered his head and lay prone on the concrete ground of the rooftop.
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