Chapter 501 The Murderous Weapon
The next moment, Lin Wen and the machine had a special connection, as if they had achieved 100% synchronization.
His vision gradually rose and widened, as if he and the robot had become one.
Lin Wen moved slightly, and the robot raised its hand. The movement was natural, just like an ordinary person.
He no longer needs the assistance of [Object Control].
Looking out, one could hear the roar of artillery fire in the distance and countless Type 80 heavy tanks roaring towards them.
Tall giants were interspersed among the sea of zombies that were swarming like ants. They carried long rocket launchers on their backs, and once Lin Wen entered the range, they would fire countless cluster rockets.
The robot didn't move, and Lin Wen was still adjusting to the new feeling.
The robot stood on the battlefield, countless shells fell like rain, and violent explosions occurred around it.
The Type 80 heavy tank is the most advanced tank in the world today. Its hit rate for stationary targets within two kilometers is 99%, and its hit rate is 80% when the tank is moving at full speed.
So, 80% of the shells hit the robot directly.
The Type 80 heavy tank uses a 150mm caliber tungsten alloy armor-piercing discarding sabot projectile, which can penetrate 850mm of homogeneous armor at a distance of two kilometers.
Previously, the biggest threat to Lin Wen was the main gun of this tank.
But at that time, there were not many Type 80 heavy tanks on the battlefield, and most tanks were equipped with 90mm or 110mm ordinary shells.
This type of shell has no effect on special steel armor that is two to three thousand millimeters thick, so Lin Wen can withstand countless artillery attacks and kill people everywhere.
But now, all the firepower comes from the Type 80 heavy tank.
The violent explosion drowned everything, and the ground shook like a raging drum.
When the robot was covered by artillery fire, real-time images were transmitted back to the joint command center.
Everyone thought the robot had been destroyed, and flames shot up into the sky, covering everything.
The generals of the Papal States had even begun celebrating. All the light tanks produced in their country had been crushed one by one by this guy, which made them feel ashamed.
Mo Zhai laughed happily. He seemed to see the glory of the empire being shattered by them just like this robot.
I am the wisest leader in the world.
A military expert, however, expressed some regret: "It would be great if it could be preserved."
A senior general of the Papal States licked his lips and said, "Unfortunately, he didn't fall for it."
"Yes, if he surrenders, the Papal States will become the first country to possess robots."
Beer Bottle asked curiously, "Your Excellency, this robot weighs over a thousand tons. If he surrenders, will you really give him an equal weight in gold?"
Mo Zhai said coldly, "What awaits him is only the torture of skinning and burning at the stake. My warriors will be able to operate that mecha better than him."
The beer bottle felt a chill and laughed dryly, "Fortunately, it's destroyed."
The green-haired man managed to make up his mind: "War has no credibility..."
Mo Zhai sneered and ignored them.
On the screen, the bombardment gradually stopped, the flames and smoke dissipated with the wind, revealing the cold and hard color of the robot.
"What?"
The entire command room exclaimed in surprise, and experts from various countries rushed over in an instant, all crowded in front of the small screen, staring at the robot that reappeared under the dissipating smoke.
Its entire body was covered in mist, and with its right hand raised forward, a shield made of thin mist blocked all attacks.
The command room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and Chief of Staff Feng Inrian had a serious expression on his face.
He knew that the factor that would determine absolute victory in the war had appeared.
On the screen, the robot shrouded in fog moved. On the empty battlefield, it rushed alone towards the roaring steel torrent.
The Iron Torrent responded with artillery fire without hesitation.
The second round of shelling began.
The accuracy of the artillery fire was 50% due to the high-speed movement of both sides, so a large number of explosions occurred around and near it, and violent flames and smoke covered it.
All the artillery fire from the 110 tanks within 2,000 meters was concentrated on it.
The robots are getting faster and faster.
When it crossed the first kilometer, the giant opened fire, and a web of fire formed by rockets rushed towards it, and the violent explosion was even more powerful.
More tanks joined the bombardment from a distance, and the hit rate of the nearby tanks increased sharply, but it was all in vain.
When the robot's speed exceeds 100 yards, the explosion on its body begins to decrease.
When its speed exceeds 150 yards, direct hits become rare.
By the time it reached 200 yards, the fireworks were sparse.
In the last 500 meters, the speed of this behemoth had exceeded 250 yards. It crashed into the steel torrent like a meteorite. With its right hand extended, a long blade made of misty light appeared.
The robot held the blade in one hand and chopped it down. One heavy tank was split right in half, and another was split into one third.
The robot held the long blade in reverse and swung it sideways. Wherever the mist blade passed, the tank's head and body were separated. The dust on the ground was swept up by the huge force, but then the flames of the explosion penetrated the yellow dust.
On the battlefield filled with smoke and flames, robots holding mist blades cut madly, chopping the attacking tanks into pieces like fruit ninjas.
This unscientific scene shocked everyone. No one in the joint command center was speechless. Everyone seemed to be petrified. Some were stunned, some had their jaws shattered, and some were resurrected from the dead.
They stared blankly at the huge monster covered in fog, holding a shining fog blade and carving a path through the torrent of steel.
Inside the Castle of Aumont.
Cheng Li did not see the scene at the scene, but he was so shocked by the news reported back from the front line that he was speechless and spinning in place like a top.
He quickly realized this was a great opportunity.
"Quick, quick, pass the order, all troops on the eastern front are mobilized, abandon the positions, and attack and surround the enemy on the western front!"
"There's no need to defend Fort Omon anymore. Move out with the entire army and attack them from the flank!"
"Order the surrounded troops on the western front not to attempt to retreat, but to turn around and attack the enemy's main formation with all their might!"
"By attacking from three fronts, we might be able to defeat their armored and biochemical armies in one fell swoop... Opportunity! This is an opportunity!"
The messenger was stared at by the crazy commander, his fingers almost pressing out afterimages, for fear that he would be killed by the general if he was a second late.
In the main army of the empire.
Li Longxing also received the news. He immediately sent a message to Shang Lianshan in the rear, asking him to aim all the empire's missiles at the enemy near Omonburg on the west side of the Stan River.
Shang Lianshan also knew that the situation was extremely urgent, so he rushed to the Marshal's headquarters to receive orders.
The Empire has more than 600 Poplar missiles that can support the front line. This is the Empire's last resort.
If you don't use it now, you won't have the chance to use it later.
However, Fu Wenyu opposed the authorization order.
He said slowly, "Marshal Shang, I understand your feelings, but is it reasonable to fire all our last missiles at once?"
Shang Lianshan suppressed his anger and said, "We all know the importance of the Battle of the Stan River. Marshal Fu, do you want the Imperial Army to be stopped on the east side of the Stan River?"
"No, no," Fu Wenyu said slowly. "Of course that's not what I meant. What I meant was, are you sure there's any point in firing these missiles? I think that battle itself was irrational, and missiles can hardly make up for the disadvantage caused by the commander's strategic failure. We could definitely use them for more effective purposes, such as assisting the large force in breaking through, right?"
Shang Lianshan said angrily, "How do you know it's irreversible if you don't try?"
Fu Wenyu slowly shook his head and said, "The irrational act of using our trump cards to recover irrecoverable costs is called the sinking ship effect. This is the first lesson for us military commanders—let go when it's time to give up... Marshal Shang, you're already a marshal, you must understand this principle."
The generals in the Marshal's Department were also hesitant, and most of them tended to agree with the old marshal that the Poplar missiles were expensive and it was very uneconomical to use them to bomb tanks.
Shang Lianshan was so angry that he was shaking all over. At this time, Li Linyue, who got the news the second time, also rushed over. Her face was ashen and she walked like the wind and fire.
The core members of the Princess Faction, Liu You, Xiao Zhizhong, Chang Yuankai, and Ling, all followed closely beside her.
Fu Wenyu moved his feet and blocked their way.
"Alas, Your Highness, the launch pad is a restricted area. You must not trespass. If you accidentally trip and press a button, it will be very troublesome."
Li Linyue said coldly, "Fu Wenyu, I will only say this once. In the name of the Emperor of the Empire, the First Elder of the Supreme Elders Council of the Empire, and the Grand Marshal of the Empire, Li Longxing, I order you to move aside."
Fu Wenyu said with a forced smile, "Oh... As the Grand Marshal of the Empire, I, the founding emperor of the Empire, have established a system of military democracy. Uh..."
Ling threw an uppercut right at his jaw, and Fu Wenyu bit off half of her tongue. Then she ripped off his clothes and rushed forward, shouting, "Molder! Old Marshal, you're molesting me!"
Xiao Zhizhong and Chang Yuankai kicked Fu Wenyu from the left and right, knocking him to the ground. Liu You rushed forward and knocked open the door of the launch pad.
Ling pounced on the old marshal and pressed him down, tearing his clothes and shouting that he was molesting him. Fu Wenyu was so angry that blood spurted out of his mouth, staining half of his jade-like ball red.
"Pull away, quickly pull this bitch away from me!"
But Fu Wenyu's personal soldiers were stopped by the royal guards.
"There are thugs! No one is allowed to approach His Highness!"
The bodyguards thought to themselves, Aren’t you the thugs?
But seeing the cold look on the royal guards' bodies, he still didn't dare to move.
The generals of the Central Army rose up in panic, and the scene was in chaos.
Li Linyue had already rushed into the central control room of the missile launch pad on the front line. Shang Lianshan hesitated for a second, stomped his feet and rushed in.
But the chief controller refused to carry out orders without the authorization of the Marshal's Headquarters, so Li Linyue raised his hand and shot him in the head.
The main controller's blood splattered on the command desk.
All of the princess's henchmen raised their guns.
The First Princess, known for her intelligence and virtue, said coldly, "Is there anyone else who disobeys orders?"
The operators were silent, not daring to speak.
Li Linyue ordered: "Now, satellite lock, target 61 to 66 kilometers west of the Stan River, coordinates 128, 281, 131, 298, ready!"
The operators worked nervously, and soon, the beeping sound indicating that everything was ready was heard.
Li Linyue said in a clear voice: "Don't worry, everyone. I will take all the responsibility."
"emission!"
At the command, all the launch silos in Luozhou were raised, and 671 Baiyang long-range missiles took off one after another and flew towards the territory of the Papal States.
(End of this chapter)
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