Chapter 227, 1 hour 22 minutes speedrun
Pierre could not imagine such a thing.
The aircraft owned by the Alliance, called the Wind Falcon, is extremely powerful.
Not only do they fly fast and are large, they also have heavy armor for an aircraft, powerful firepower, and most importantly, they can be loaded with equipment!
There was at least half an infantry platoon in that Falcon!
Nearly twenty soldiers were roped down. Armed with weapons, they formed a defensive formation on the spot, blocked several entrances and exits around the area, and opened fire at distant targets.
Pierre was too far away to see the firing situation, but he could see that another Falcon had landed and released more than twenty soldiers.
After unloading the troops, the Feng Falcon rose to some altitude, and its machine guns fired at certain locations to assist the ground troops and suppress the Polar Industrial Guards.
Afterwards, the ground infantry who had been lurking in the city came over and helped to further expand the scope of the entire landing field.
In this way, it would be very convenient for Fengshen to deploy more soldiers later.
At this moment, there was even enough space for four or five of these huge aircraft to land at the same time. There was no need to use ropes to land, they could just land directly on the ground, open the hatch, and let the soldiers inside run out quickly.
This is much faster than dropping soldiers by rope.
What scared Pierre the most was that if each of those Falcon speedboats was loaded with twenty to thirty soldiers, then... with a hundred Falcons in the sky, could they airdrop two to three thousand soldiers?
Plus the troops that had sneaked into the city before...
This adds up to about five thousand people!
When there were only two thousand people in front, Pierre could still stick his neck out and say that it was a bit arrogant for these two thousand people to capture the Polar Industrial City.
But now, the number has more than doubled, and he finds it hard to say this.
But at this moment, the head nun dealt another blow to his heart.
"The 31st Airborne Division's action is just a prelude. Their mission is not to completely capture the entire city. They are just the vanguard. With the support of the Air Force, they only need to occupy and control the main parts of the city, or even just control the core areas. That's all. Next, they will turn to guard these areas and wait for support from the main force."
"You also received intelligence before, right? The Alliance has a main force that is continuing to move north. I can tell you that it is the Alliance's 9th Garrison Division, 30th, 32nd, 33rd Infantry Divisions, and the 36th Mechanized Brigade. A total of 50,000 troops, all kinds of artillery and armored forces are fully equipped. The Alliance has 18 newly produced Lion tanks that have been put into use. They will move all the way north to the outside of Polar Industrial City. With the cooperation of the 31st Airborne Division in the city, they will eventually capture the entire city."
Sister Grit explained the subsequent strategic plan in detail to Pierre.
While she was talking, there was a knock on the door of the president's office.
The person who came was not the guard that President Pierre was expecting, but a combat nun.
After the door opened, a team of about ten nuns entered his office. One of them was holding the weapon that Grit had left at the security office when she came to see him.
Bolt gun, and 'Holy Gold Halberd'.
With these two weapons, she was fully armed.
What made Pierre's heart beat faster and more panicked was how these nuns got up there?
Their headquarters building...is it destroyed too?
What is the overall situation now?
Why, at this moment, none of the scenes he saw outside the window or the situations he witnessed in his office were favorable to Polar Industries?
Is everything really over?
Just as he was thinking this, the head nun turned around and asked him a soul-searching question: "Mr. President, have you seen the current situation clearly?"
"I……"
Pierre did not know what to say.
Grit said to herself, "It doesn't matter if you can't see clearly. Anyway, I have explained it to you very clearly. If you want to turn the tables, you must first pray that someone can rescue you from me so that you can restore the command system of your entire group; or, you have to hope that someone in your group can stand up and integrate all the power of your group when your headquarters cannot speak out."
"Only by doing this and ending the scattered guards in Polar Industrial City, will you be qualified to sit at the table again."
"Then, you have to drive the 31st Airborne Division out of the city within three days, with the fire support of the Alliance Air Force."
"If you fail to do so, the main force of the alliance will arrive in three days, and you will not have another chance."
"And even if you do, it will depend on whether you can withstand the alliance's hundreds of heavy artillery, non-stop air strikes, and siege operations led by Lion tanks."
"Well, after hearing all this, Mr. Pierre, do you have any other thoughts?"
Pierre sighed deeply: "What else can I feel? I dare not think of anything!"
Grit smiled and said, "That's it. If you have made up your mind, please broadcast it through the city-wide communication channel of your headquarters building. As the president of your group, give the entire city an order to stop resisting."
Pierre seemed to be struggling.
Grit could see that the president was still unwilling to give in.
So, she added more strength: "President Pierre, I don't bother to lie. Everything I said before is true. However, your attention seems to be a little distracted, so that you overlooked an important piece of information I mentioned."
"We accelerated our actions this time, and even launched such an aggressive raid on the Polar Industrial City, because things have changed. We are about to leave the planet, and we want to solve the cult problem before that."
"None of these factors are directed at you, or at your Polar Industries Group."
"Although objectively, the alliance has already used force, you still have room for negotiation. The sooner you cooperate, the sooner you order an end to resistance, and the sooner you drag things into the negotiation process, the more room you can gain."
"On the contrary, the sooner you end the fighting, define it as a conflict, and strive for a peaceful environment, the more room you will have for negotiation with the alliance later."
"I believe you, Mr. President, will have figured out the specific choice. But you don't have much time."
Pierre pondered.
His eyelids twitched as he kept looking out the window. The changes in the battle situation in that small area gradually broke his concentration.
He acknowledged all the facts stated by Sister Grit, and all the deductions were the most likely.
What else can I do?
And in the end, what completely broke his mind was that he saw a Wind Falcon land and release twelve giants in red power armor.
He knew what it was, so he was completely desperate and extinguished the last glimmer of hope in his heart.
He finally spoke with difficulty: "Okay...Okay, I'll go and send a city-wide notice..."
Grit looked at the time. It had been a total of 1 hour and 22 minutes since the official operation began.
She smiled and said to Pierre: "You made the right choice."
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