Chapter 817 - 96: Flames of War (Part 4)

Transporting civilian supplies is always much better than transporting military supplies.

Transporting military supplies would largely confirm the notion of joining a war, after all, everyone understands that supplying weapons is supporting the fight.

But transporting civilian supplies sounds much better and hardly solidifies the notion of joining the war.

Of course, everything is just talk—transporting an excessive amount of supplies while hiding something is normal; as long as there is trade, it can be a point of attack.

However, in this world, anything political cannot avoid being attacked.

The key lies in whether it’s really done or not. If it’s truly done, any hidden acts can become a weapon to break public trust in the government, even the most arrogant politician will consider such impact...

Crossing the boundary of arrogance leads to stupidity: only a foolish politician would deceitfully and carelessly conceal.

Therefore, if the speaker really wants to transport civilian supplies, he would exert 100% effort to facilitate this aid, while additionally putting in 100% effort to prove the facts to the public. Finally, out of concern that Latovia would be overrun suddenly, he would exert an additional 1000% effort to increase support for Lille...

At this time, manpower becomes very useful.

Combined with cyber technology, the precision of human operation can reach the level of entry-level precision machinery: consider the eye, for instance, the resolution at the visual focal point is actually about 576 megapixels, not considered top-notch in modern cameras, but its dynamic perception range from bright to dark has about 24 iris stop changes, far exceeding most optical sensors.

Regarding processing speed, visual signals take only 13 milliseconds to transfer from the retina to the brain’s central processing unit, completing the image information processing quickly, parsing dynamic scenes rapidly, capable of parallel processing of brightness, color, motion, and depth information.

Considering energy consumption and adaptability, just talking about the visual system alone, the human visual processing system far surpasses most computer visual processors, by providing information through a brain-computer interface to the prosthetics controlled by motors, one can easily become a human-shaped high-precision machine.

The first building Latovia completed was a residential building, followed by the combat command center:

With the continuous influx of worker groups, warehouse construction accelerated, and when the Europeans transported the first batch of supplies here, it was the capital with only a few concrete apartments, tents stretched unendingly over the ground, supplies stacked on the ground.

During the second visit here, there was already a combat command center and warehouse, with a steady influx of supplies.

During the third visit here, more warehouses sprang up, filled with Latovian workers sitting in rows, already equipped with roughly designed work exoskeletons and prosthetics...

They focused intensely on operating the production functions within behavior chips, forging steel, assembling semi-finished products, directly improving chips...

They appeared omnipotent.

This was a peculiar city, lacking the glamorous office buildings that signify prosperity, yet possessing an obviously abnormal construction speed.

Not just construction speed, the people here were using the most advanced prosthetics, swarms of drones flew overhead, automated transport robots mobilized on the roads...

A peculiar thought emerged in the Europeans’ minds: This city is both backward and advanced.

In less than two weeks, the capital, previously with only tents, sprang up several key production facilities, producing prosthetics, chips, weapons, exoskeletons, and combat equipment...

The first batch of auxiliary virtual training pods was transported into the combat command center, more than 600 personnel rotated using these devices for high-intensity training, and upon virtual training conclusion, they carried live ammunition to the foot of the mountain for field training.

The high-intensity training caused those unable to sustain to exit, either step back to become regular riflemen or directly transfer to production or research department, while recording their experiences in the central database, providing material for the education system...

Suddenly, the entire capital became bustling, layer upon layer of metal frameworks and reinforced concrete rose unceasingly, the mechanical sounds buzzed endlessly day and night, although shift systems were adopted, there was still a grand gathering of workers awaiting to input into production lines, blood-boiling new recruits waited for opportunities to enter iron horse training pods...

This fervor left Europeans responsible for transportation inexplicably fearful:

Cities are alive, they could feel the distinct style of each new city.

But in this city, its pulse was strong and cold, resolute and majestic.

Previous generations’ fall might cause fear in future generations, but here, fear transformed into fuel for the melting furnace of motivation, burning vigorously within people’s hearts:

Everyone wants to protect their homeland, some people might not be suitable for the battlefield, but that’s okay, they believe they are the right person.

Europeans were astonished.

This country with nothing, these people with nothing, tirelessly forging their future using their bodies day and night.

Dong—

The capital’s clock rang, signaling rest for most production activities.

A reporter walked into the capital along with a transport vehicle, saw people walking out of workplaces, couldn’t help but approach, and found a man looking extremely fatigued:

This man was carried out terrified and weakened from the training room a few days ago, yet now appeared in the factory.

"Wait a moment, sir, shouldn’t you be resting? I saw you a few days ago...."

The man’s expression became infinitely ashamed: "I didn’t pass the virtual training, if that’s what you want to ask."

"What is virtual training? Why didn’t you pass?"

"I... I fear gunshots, fear enemies shout because when I was little... No, that’s not the point. The point is I’m too weak, I can’t stand in the battlefield, it might cause trouble for those behind me. But I can contribute more in the production role, sorry, I just want to rest now."

"But being so tense might make your rest worse, my psychologist also said I am always too focused on work..."

Seeing the man’s gaze at him was pure idiocity, the reporter was halfway through.

"They want to eliminate us, destroy our home, you won’t understand that feeling."

The reporter originally wanted to say more but immediately swallowed the words back.

This man said he didn’t pass the training, yet the reporter felt even the most fierce soldiers he’s seen in European camps didn’t have such expressions.

The outside world describes this group as unfortunate people who don’t even know how to use guns, but... are they really like that?

"Hey! We should get back!"

The driver of the transport truck patted the truck door, and the reporter turned around at the sound, thinking:

These were soldiers too, why did they look like people from two completely different worlds?

The reporter returned to the seat with questions, fastened the seatbelt while talking to the driver:

"How amazing, they strive so hard for a foreign King, yet no complaints are heard. The outside world says this King has no pedigree, no experience..."

"It’s what you like to say, right?" The driver shrugged, "The one who ascends the throne is the King. If he is unfit, he wouldn’t hold it steadily. Besides, do you think they are really backward? We can’t even use those prosthetics... Damned Americans, my ordered prosthetics from Atlas were never shipped."

The truck engine roared, and the grand transport convoy left the Latovian capital.

When the last truck disappeared over the horizon, all military command center training facilities ceased operation.

Christopher rose from the pod, face looking somewhat pale, but quickly recovered.

Lille stood with arms folded in the corridor center, watch the total of 344 prospective ironhorse riders rising from the pods.

This scene astonished these prospective ironhorse riders greatly:

The King seldom appeared before them, but his presence was always imprinted in their hearts.

"There’s no time, gather in the square in 30 minutes."