Chapter 120: The Shift in Attitudes of High-Level Officials Across Nations

On the domestic internet, the sound of discussion was like a flood bursting a dike, instantly submerging every platform.

My goodness! Is this something our country made? I thought it was a Hollywood movie special effect! This design is too handsome!

An aircraft carrier would fall silent seeing it, an airplane would burst into tears! What does it mean for sci-fi to walk into reality? This is it!

Don't blow it upstairs, this is clearly fantasy walking into reality! I'd believe it if you said it was an immortal's magical treasure!

I announce that from today, Yanhuang Guo officially enters the space age! Yingjiang, the times have changed!

The spacecraft was steadily moved by a huge transport platform to the reserved open space at the center of the launch site.

Afterward, under the gaze of tens of thousands, dozens of astronauts wearing brand-new white space suits marched in neat formation from afar.

The few faces leading the way are extremely familiar to all the nation's people; they are heroes who once made great contributions to the country's space cause.

At this moment, the weariness of years had vanished from their faces, replaced by an excitement as if they had been reborn.

This is all thanks to the longevity elixir.

This time, they voluntarily applied to go forth.

All to fulfill the dream of the motherland and their own hearts.

Only seeing their steps steady, gazes like torches, when they reached the boarding ladder of the Kunlun, they all turned together,

toward the reviewing stand, toward the nation's people, and gave a standard and powerful military salute.

Afterward, they boarded the spacecraft bearing the nation's hopes one by one.

Inside the launch site's Command Center, the atmosphere now was solemn and solemn.

On the huge screen, split into hundreds of small windows, all data inside and outside the Kunlun were displayed in real time.

The launch overall commander sat before the main console, eyes fixed on the big screen.

Qin Hao, Cheng Haitang, and others sat not far behind him, equally anticipating this historic moment.

Besides them, dozens of aerospace scientists and researchers were also present.

"Report, all astronauts are in position, the spacecraft self-check procedure is complete, everything is normal, requesting instructions!"

"Report, meteorological data are normal, the airspace has been cleared, meeting launch conditions!"

……

With a stream of reports sounding one after another.

The person in charge remained calm; only seeing him pick up the communicator and, with a booming voice, issue that sentence worthy of being recorded in history.

"I announce, Kunlun, officially activated!"

No countdown, no ignition command.

At the moment the command was issued, on the launch site, the several anti-gravity devices at the bottom of the Kunlun suddenly lit up with a soft yet brilliant blue halo.

No earth-shaking roar, no sky-covering smoke.

In the near-still gaze of the whole world, that massive object weighing fifteen thousand tons rose vertically upward soundlessly and lightly floated up.

It rose slowly, as if it had no weight.

This phenomenon left everyone on site and in the livestream silent, mouths agape, forgetting to breathe.

Until the Kunlun rose to a hundred meters in altitude, that female reporter from Yingjiang Guo, as if struck by electricity, screamed out.

"Oh my God! It flew up! It just flew up like that? No flames, no sound, this is too sci-fi!"

The crowd in the viewing area also finally reacted from the extreme shock, erupting in deafening cheers and shouts!

"It flew up! Our spacecraft!"

"Awesome! So awesome!"

The Kunlun paused briefly in midair, then the hull tilted slightly, and the tail's fusion engine sprayed a pale blue particle stream,

the whole ship turned into a silver-gray streak of light, piercing the heavens at a not-so-fast speed!

Soon it became a tiny point of light, finally disappearing into the blue sky canopy.

Around the world, all national leaders who saw this on screen fell into a long silence.

Yingjiang Guo.

President Wil stared fixedly at the disappearing point of light on the screen; his glass cup had at some point been crushed into shards, glass fragments piercing his palm, yet he felt nothing.

"This is their new flight equipment, this is their trump card!"

His voice was dry and hoarse.

A general, face ashen, said:

"Mr. President, its takeoff method completely violates our known aerodynamics and rocket propulsion principles.

This could be magnetic levitation technology, or even anti-gravity technology, and it is already fully mature."

The Secretary of State slumped onto the sofa, muttering to himself:

"We have handed over half a century of space accumulation, thinking it could buy us some breathing room.

But now it seems what we gave up is merely outdated junk they wouldn't even glance at."

Wil closed his eyes, a deep sense of powerlessness washing over his whole body.

He finally understood that what he lost was not just a technology contest, but an entire era.

Island Nation, the Prime Minister's official residence.

When the Kunlun disappeared over the horizon, the Prime Minister slammed the table hard, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Damn it! How could they possibly! How could they possess such advanced technology!"

A cabinet minister spoke with a trembling voice:

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, now is not the time to pursue this. Yanhuang Guo already possesses an interstellar spacecraft capable of easily traveling to and from space; their military strength,

has likely reached a height we cannot imagine; we… we must consider the worst-case scenario."

"The worst-case scenario?"

A trace of fear flashed in the Prime Minister's eyes.

"An old score from decades ago!" That minister almost gritted his teeth saying these words.

"With their current strength, if they want to settle accounts... we basically have no ability to resist!"

In the entire conference room, everyone shivered.

That history they deliberately wanted to forget, at this moment, seemed to turn into the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads.

"It seems our previous strategy needs to change; we need to pick sides again. I suggest we start leaning toward Yanhuang Guo. What do you think?"

After the Prime Minister said that, a helpless sigh came from deep within, and then he looked toward the others.

"I agree with the Prime Minister's suggestion; this is our only way out."

A cabinet minister voiced agreement.

"I also agree......"

The rest are not stupid; they should know how to choose.

However, what they didn't realize was that all of this was merely their own idea.

This does not represent Yanhuang Guo.

Hans Guo

In the President's office, the atmosphere was relatively calm.

President Bei Jia Si looked at the screen; only after a long while did he let out a long sigh.

"It seems we bet right." He picked up his coffee and took a light sip,

"Using our industrial system to exchange for their medicines and friendship is the most correct decision we have made in these past few decades."

An advisor nodded and said:

"Yes, Mr. President. The old era has ended; we cannot stop the rise of Yanhuang Guo.

Being able to participate in the new era, rather than being eliminated, is already the best outcome."

Polar Bear Country.

The emperor known for his hardness merely stared silently at the screen, his eyes complex.

They were once the first country to send humans into space; that honor had once been the nation's pride.

"Yuri Gagarin, Soyuz......"

He softly recited a few names filled with glorious history, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

"An era has truly ended."

He turned around and said to the Minister of National Defense beside him:

"Notify all units: all our strategic deployments facing Yanhuang Guo are to be adjusted to the highest level of friendly posture.

From today onward, the eastern lion has already become a dragon soaring through the universe."