Chapter 484

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

35 aircraft quietly circled above the mining area.

White clouds, green ridges, winding river channels, and chimneys belching gray steam — it looked like a burned-over tropical rainforest, or Brazilian land cultivated by Chinese people.

The center of the mining area was naturally the mine itself, vast in area, like a small town.

At the edge of the mine lay a genuine small town; roughly 150,000 slaves were permitted to move freely within the town and the mining area — this was considered benevolent governance by the nobles and temple priests of Malacheng, because slaves were slaves after all; although a few marginal manors treated slaves like servants, in large mining areas, cramped detention quarters were forever the most cost-effective method.

In fact, within the West River Water Fortress sequence, slaves had effectively become workers not allowed free movement; if this developed for a period of time longer, their mobility would also be loosened.

However, where there are people there is struggle. The slaves might not know the saying "all men are created equal," but they understood how to fight for the best treatment. Under unified management and the oppression of the whip, nearly a hundred slaves secretly gathered together, forming the most rudimentary group.

Dai Adi, who had always monitored the mining area with suspicious eyes, was overjoyed, as if he had obtained a priceless treasure.

Just like any cruel official in history, earth-shattering achievements can only be obtained through earth-shattering changes; Earthlings were restricted by the 200-kilometer radius Light Curtain and could not leave, so Dai Adi's intelligence department had to buy any information they wanted about the temple wars.

As it stood now, those hundred-odd thousand slaves in the mining area were like a powder keg, with the possibility of exploding at any moment.

Being able to see the explosion in a short time, and having discovered it himself, was the source of Dai Adi's pride.

After reconfirming once, Dai Adi reported to the Rhombus Conference Hall with great certainty, calling it a "conspiracy collective" — a slave group that might trigger a Spartacus-style uprising.

Slave revolt!

A slave revolt is the thing slave owners hate most, not because of the danger of the revolt, but because of the victory damage it produces.

Suppressing a slave revolt is equivalent to the slave owner spending money to destroy his own property; it is a massive outbreak of internal contradictions. In Yu Weichao's view, if a slave revolt still occurred under such preferential treatment, it could only represent the end of the slave utilization system...

And Chen Heng just happened to hope for a military operation to test "modern combat methods," so he directly requested a military strike.

Precise, saturated, short-duration modern military strike, just like the style of 21st-century warfare.

All 35 helicopters, one battalion of Armored Riot Police and one elite Assault Company were mobilized. This was actually the mobile force West River Water Fortress could organize in a short time.

Sitting in the helicopter, Chen Heng appeared motionless, but in reality he was rapidly secreting adrenaline.

"Big brother, how do you feel?" Chen Yi didn't need binoculars to see the situation below, extremely clearly.

"If he weren't flying around, maybe I wouldn't be so dizzy." Chen Heng joked.

The one flying around was Yin Senjin. His Divine Art "Walking in the Void" was far more agile than ordinary Divine Arts, one of the few that could match the speed and maneuverability of flying Knights; if his Divine Power were sufficient, he could even fly into the upper atmosphere.

Chen Yi couldn't help but smile: "If Yin Senjin were made to sit up here, he'd be the one getting dizzy."

Cooking smoke gradually rose over the small town; locally produced coal was obviously a relatively cheap raw material. Although the oil-fired generators produced ample electricity, the fuel had to pass through the Subway, and in the Archive Research Room's valuation the freight cost was extremely high.

Da Yang estimated the amount of cooking smoke below, compared it with the aerial photos, determined the target location, and softly spoke the code phrase: "The flowers have bloomed."

He Qun on another aircraft repeated: "Saw the flowers."

28 aircraft circled and flew down.

Of these, 28 aircraft carried various weapons, including Unguided Rocket Pods, Machine Cannons, and high-explosive bombs; the remaining 7 stayed at high altitude, serving as command and reserve.

With the sun at their backs, the helicopters headed straight for a cluster of houses at the edge of the town. That was a slave settlement; they had spontaneously formed an organization, using tight internal connections to control not a small amount of resources, thereby able to exclusively occupy a portion of houses as if for their own use.

Although it had no name and acted more like a gang than a rebel army, as a spontaneously formed slave organization it possessed inherent rebelliousness.

Whether to strike was decided by the Policy Research Office and the Rhombus Conference Hall; for He Qun, he only needed to execute.

The whir of the helicopters was like thunder and rain.

At three kilometers from the target, curious slaves walked out of the houses, some even sitting on the ground holding bowls to watch.

No one in the target group fled; He Qun ordered over the radio: "Showtime!"

Over a hundred unguided rockets poured out of their nests, carried by the helicopters' forward inertia, exploding from one side of the houses to the other at extremely close intervals.

After the first three helicopters finished their attack, they immediately maneuvered to the flanks, yielding the attack position to the following helicopters.

Then another swift, massive volley of rockets sprayed onto the ground, blasting wooden beams and red bricks everywhere, like the shattered corpse of a hard-shelled reptile.

Chen Heng exhaled, laughing: "I've wanted to see a scene like this for 10 years."

"War?"

"More or less." Chen Heng came back to himself, pointing at the continuously fired trajectories and explaining: "The S5 Type Rocket is a smaller rocket, effective range around 1 kilometer; the Soviets also had the S21, a single rocket weighing 100 kilograms, but only suitable for highly skilled pilots."

"Why?" The rockets were procured by Chen Yi from East Germans; he didn't know the specific performance parameters.

Chen Heng had studied military history back then, and because of the Female Deer had researched the combat records of that year, explaining in simple terms: "Large rockets' smoke obscures vision when fired; our pilots are proficient in at most three maneuvers — circling, flight shooting, and landing — that's already tough enough for them. Instrument flight, I never expected them to be able to use."

Chen Yi withdrew his gaze from below, musing: "What if we increase the quantity of Knowledge Solvent?"

"Flying always requires practical experience; otherwise there'd be no need to calculate flight hours. Don't rush; a few hours of patrol each day, three months and we'll have a batch of veterans." Chen Heng said, patting Chen Yi's shoulder, laughing: "What surprised me most is that you could build such a huge enterprise; wonder what Dad would think if he saw it."

Chen Yi grinned: "Better not let him know for the time being. The more people who know, the harder to keep the secret; we need more time to prepare."

"Indeed, at least 10,000 people to fully hold that 'node'."

The node Chen Heng spoke of was precisely where the Subway came and went, but what Chen Yi meant by preparation was actually Divine Art Knights. If it came to building a large army and fighting a field battle, the West Continent could not defeat Earth.

He had never prepared to defeat Earth either.

Utilizing the resources of both parts is the correct approach.

However, Chen Yi did not explain to Chen Heng, instead pointing below: "The last squad seems not to have used rockets."

Flames shot skyward in the strike zone; except for special instruments and special people, no one could make out the situation anymore.

"That's because there are no solid buildings left in the target area; if anyone survived this round of bombing, they'd be buried in the shattered building materials too. Look, He Qun's helicopter has descended, the one next to it is the Observer aircraft; they're going to assess the bombing results." Chen Heng shouted in Chen Yi's ear: "On a modern battlefield, they should use machine cannons for a supplementary bombardment, but the slave camp's building materials are too poor; covering it again wouldn't have much better effect, so they need to assess."

"Assess bombing results?"

"Infrared detection, assess thermal energy, see if there are tunnels or the like."

After a while, 2 helicopters began to decelerate and descend.

Ropes were thrown from inside the aircraft; when flight speed dropped below 50 kilometers, two assault team members slid down.

Each Female Deer can carry 6 assault team members; it is a heavy attack helicopter capable of delivering troops. When Mihailovitch designed it back then, he called it a "flying tank." Although it was blasted to hell by the Americans' Stinger missiles in the 1980s Afghan War, among the world's multi-role helicopters, few can achieve the Female Deer's level.

Another two assault team members slid down.

Their movements were far more agile and fluid than the airplane's.

The Army's cadets trained for nearly a year; early officers for a full year and a half. Compared to regular forces' three-month recruits or one-year veterans, they spent more time and greater focus, with better equipment and training, fully meeting ordinary Special Forces standards.

The moment they jumped from the plane, the two soldiers at the front began seizing the commanding heights and used the General Language to drive away the surrounding slaves who were watching.

Rather than watching, it would be more accurate to say these slaves were scared stupid.

When the fourth and fifth soldiers descended the ropes and set up the heavy machine gun, the surrounding crowd scattered in a panic. They had never seen a helicopter, but everyone had seen such terrifying weapons.

Chen Heng nodded lightly.

War is the easiest way for officers to gain Reputation; opportunities impossible to find in peacetime are everywhere you look on the West Continent.

"Order the armored battalion to depart!"

The Communications Officer immediately used the Password to call: "Order, 115 depart."

Previous walkie-talkie communications had no Password; since Chen Heng took office, out of thinking to prevent theft, prevent the Party, and prevent rebellion, only then was the most Basic Password established, and it developed Slowly from there.

These are all matters Chen Yi doesn't concern himself with; he merely watches the action below with concern, especially the helicopter cover...

Whether to expand the Helicopter Camp into a Land Aviation Regiment depends largely on today's action indicators.

Although enemy resistance is extremely weak, the vast majority of wars on the West Continent will be like this — standard asymmetric warfare.

The walkie-talkie suddenly clamored noisily.

A strange officer kept repeating "There's a tunnel"; the helicopter that had just dropped a company of assault soldiers began a new round of circling. The assault soldiers hugged their machine guns and ran. (Unfinished. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian. com) to cast Recommendation Tickets and Monthly Tickets; your support is my greatest Motivation.)