novelraw Chapter 1167 - 596: Great Creation Suffering Hardship
Chapter 1167 - 596: Great Creation Suffering Hardship
"A drone?"
The Colonel paused for a moment, exhaled a breath, couldn't help but curse, once, again, and again, as he sat back down in his chair: "Shoot it down for me, damn it, these Central Earth people are completely sick!"
Without any hesitation, the drone countermeasure equipment activated, and soon, the armor dropped from the sky, confirming a fragmented drone crushed into pieces in the dirt.
Unlike today's increasingly popular complete machines, this one was pieced together from various parts from the propeller to the chip, showing signs of meticulous adjustments, with a top speed capable of reaching 300 kilometers per hour...
It's getting more and more outrageous!
"Investigate it, have the Defense Department trace it thoroughly." The Colonel's face was grim, "The reckless guys, once caught, all shall be executed by firing squad, including the suppliers."
"Yes."
The clerk started the process, but just as the document opened, the screen suddenly flickered, as if it trembled slightly.
What the hell is that noise?
He blankly lifted his head, looking at the flickering lights above.
And then, a violent shake swept over like a tsunami!
Within a few seconds, the entire base was engulfed in severe turmoil, walls buzzing, chandeliers and fans constantly swaying.
"An earthquake?"
The clerk, instinctively curling under the desk, peeked out, then heard the sudden blaring alarm erupting throughout the base.
Red light flashing.
Illuminating the Colonel's iron-blue face.
Emergency situation!
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"Damn—"
Amidst the shaking ground, Tang Qian, who had just changed into a plumber's uniform in the toilet stall, was stunned in place, instinctively picking up the walkie-talkie: "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Don't tell me you're really launching a missile attack on the Imperial Garrison Base?"
"Launching a missile wouldn't be of any use, the Empire's interception technology wouldn't give a chance, it would just be futile, achieving no result."
A voice with broken Federation language casually answered from the walkie-talkie.
"So then?" Old Tang was confused.
"So, I blew up the Great Creation's oil refinery."
On the other end of the walkie-talkie, Ji Jue, disguised as someone with a full beard, stood on a rooftop, holding binoculars, looking outside Tower City, in the wilderness, amongst the oil wells, at the mushroom cloud suddenly rising, gradually burning the overcast clouds into a terrifying blaze of red.
And from the walkie-talkie came the sound of cursing.
This bastard is completely not human anymore!
Damn bombing the garrison base wouldn't work, bombing the refinery... you might as well have bombed the garrison base!
The White Country Restoration Front at its fiercest wasn't as insane as you!
The rumbling sound persisted in the ears.
At first, it was only a tower-shaped crude oil tank that leaked uncontrollably, caught fire, and spiraled out of control, rapidly spreading.
Conveniently triggering a chain reaction, one detonation after another.
The ground in the wilderness trembled violently, clouds of dust and fire shot up into the sky from the earth.
The workers hastily evacuated, scattering in all directions, the alarms and calls for help sent out beforehand were already cut off, stillborn, with only the oil pipeline directly linking the refinery to the port bursting and exploding like firecrackers...
Amid the roaring sounds, Tower City also quickly fell into turmoil.
Not knowing how many people rushed blankly towards the windows, looking into the distance—mistakenly believing it to be a sign of war, relieved when they detected no ominous shadow of the Flying Airship, then once again, their hearts leapt to their throats.
Gazing in the direction from which the blaze came.
Stunned.
Wait, it can't be... are you insane? Who did this?!
Are you tired of living?!
No, damn it, if you want to die don't drag us into it!
In the dead silence, no one spoke again.
Just contemplating the Empire's forthcoming reaction already reveals a bleak future covered in blood...
We're screwed!
"You can begin the operation now."
Inside the base, the sharp alarm blared continuously, and the strange-accented Federation language once again sounded from the walkie-talkie beside Old Tang's ear:
"Remember, do not speak White Country language."
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.
Because Ji Jue didn't know it.
Even though over this period with occasional hard work, reading and listening were not a problem anymore, unfortunately, language isn't something that can be learned just theoretically, requiring extensive practice over a long time, no matter how smoothly Ji Jue writes, speaking the language could easily give him away.
Anyone could tell something was off.
Given that, it's better to straightforwardly use the Federation language, as long as one pays a bit of attention to pronunciation, anyone can become a local Federation language expert!
There's an old saying in the Federation, "Sips the mist, Wei Junjie—"
Who Wei Junjie is, Tang Qian had no clue, but he was almost losing himself.
Getting a rush of blood, getting involved in this mess, it's outright madness!
In the chaotic crowd, clutching the work order just handed to him, he stumbled into the throng, fleeing wildly.
The alarm sounded, the entire base entered emergency status.
According to military regulations, all external members of the garrison base would have their leave and itineraries canceled, needing to return to the base immediately. Meanwhile, on-duty personnel within the base must report to their posts within ten minutes, or be deemed in violation of military regulations and sent to a court-martial.
At this moment, inside the military dormitory building, one figure after another dashed up the stairs, with some too impatient and directly jumping down from the second floor, stumbling, yet catching no breath to curse, and scrambling towards their posts.
Everyone was in a state of bewilderment.
Unsure of what happened, not knowing why there was an emergency, unaware of what would come next.
In such chaos, individual thinking becomes less important, replaced by the instinctive reactions honed over countless drills and day-in-day-out repeated training.
Within five minutes, reach the posts, within ten minutes, the full personnel assembled, at seven minutes, the entire base was thoroughly locked down, and a large number of those who failed to make it back to the base were halted below.
On the internal airport, amid the alarm, one Flying Airship after another was dragged out by tow trucks from the hangar, quickly unfastened, inflated, and lifted into the sky.
Like wrathful beasts crawling out from their lairs.
The first combat team has already rushed towards the exploding fuel refinery.
Meanwhile, the members of the second combat team have gathered in the lounge.
"The pilots whose names are called, step forward—"
The squadron leader shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to suppress the sharp alarm sound: "Albano, Kawalecz, Erica, Lamte—everyone named, prepare for takeoff.
The briefing will be completed on the way, everyone else wait for orders, quick, quick, move, quick—"
"Me?"
Among the crowd, Erica was stunned for a moment, looking at the briefing distributed in hand, bewildered, her steps paused for an instant: "Sir, I'm a Manta-style Pilot, this isn't a bombing mission."
"The system says you've flown a Mica reconnaissance aircraft, circumstances demand flexibility, so consider it a stand-in."
The officer's face was livid, cursing: "Lanaber, that piece of shit, outside the base, can't get in, damn it, wait for the court-martial!"
Erica was stunned for a moment, in the glare, ultimately said nothing.
Turned and rushed to the hangar.
Preparing to board the aircraft.
Teeth nearly shattered!
Damn it, I didn't expect that an accident would occur in the first step, forced into duty... What do they say about plans can't keep up with changes, this is it.
But it doesn't matter, it's still within the scope of being manageable.
No matter how powerful the Empire is, they can't force a dead person into service, right?
On the runway outside the hangar, amidst the hasty preparations, 'Erica' skillfully leaped up, stepping onto the ladder, just preparing to jump into the cockpit.
The movement suddenly paused.
Then, a violent shockwave and crimson flame light suddenly erupted from the runway.
The reconnaissance aircraft being refueled exploded with a roar!
Scorching wind and flames gushed forth, and Erica was swept into it like a fallen leaf, flying backwards, her whole body burning in flames, smashing to the ground.
And the chain explosions continued.
This time, they came from within the base.
Amidst wails and thunderous booms, countless people were swept in, while the lucky ones were left staring dumbfounded at the burning scene on the runway, chilling to the core.
Something's not right...
It's not just the refinery under attack, but the Imperial Base too!?
"Alarm, goddamn it, sound the alarm! This isn't just any ordinary terrorist attack!"
The commanding officer who first reacted roared, instinctively charging towards the flames, "Everyone, immediately, clear the runway, where's the fire brigade, notify them immediately, and ambulances, the ambulances..."
The chaos that had simmered within the base boiled over again.
The alarm blared higher and more piercing.
Further escalating.
——Wartime situation!
"Where's the medic, where's the medic? Quick, someone here is still alive..."
In the chaos of the flames, a half-intact scorched figure was dragged out by firemen, and after confirming identification with the scorched and twisted dog tags around the neck, was immediately whisked away onto a stretcher by the arriving medical personnel, rushed off in the ambulance.
"Morphine, a stimulant, and adrenaline, hurry."
In the cabin, the sweat-soaked doctor glanced at the broken body, took a look at the photo displayed on the screen, and couldn't help but sigh the misfortunate fate of beauty, hands working non-stop.
Unfortunately, the vital signs continued to weaken.
The heart was nearing failure.
Death seemed certain.
"Cease resuscitation."
The exhausted doctor sighed, releasing his grip: "Notify the hospital, the operating room can be freed up."
"No, doctor."
In the commotion, the body burnt to a cinder seemed to move slightly, suddenly opening its eyes.
Seemingly, with a grin.
Like a wolf.
"I feel like you can still save me a little longer..."
"..."
The military doctor stood stunned, unconsciously, eyes wide open.
Then, the charred body on the stretcher lunged forward, sharp teeth sinking into his neck, drinking in the essence, and in an instant, the charred shell rapidly peeled, exposing the fresh flesh and bone beneath.
Before the doctor entirely lost consciousness, the last face he saw was so familiar.
It was his own.
"Thanks for the meal, tasted pretty good."
'Doctor' wiped his mouth, not draining him dry in one go, just a nibble, turned around, looking towards the stunned terrified nurse, with a slight smile.
A snap of the fingers.
The nurse fainted and fell to the ground.
The last words heard.
"Sleep, take a nap, and it'll all be over."
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Some people can slumber deeply in their dreams, while others wake up in fright.
Eyes open.
Duke Pasarella suddenly opened his eyes from a light sleep, looking towards the command center, and immediately, all the information from the alarms flooded into his mind.
Then, he fell into confusion.
Not that he was unable to make a decision or was at a loss, as a Border Duke, even if he failed to compete for the throne, Pasarella still retained enough power and status, so many years of a military career, there couldn't be a lack of decisiveness.
It was precisely because he knew too well the consequences of the decision that he found it hard to believe.
Instinctively finishing the process of elimination, the only guess left was one.
"——The Federation has declared war?!"