Chapter 861: Total War 15

Sun Cheng knew that the relationship between himself and the Decepticon Legion was already fundamentally irreconcilable.

After Megatron returned, he would inevitably be among the first targets to be liquidated.

Therefore, once this thought emerged, Sun Cheng quickly made a decision.

"... Thunder, ask Atlas over there, how many new Temperature Difference Bombs have been manufactured?"

A Temperature Difference Bomb is a type of weapon that uses special chemical agents to artificially create high and low temperature differentials to inflict large-scale damage.

In a sense, the Fuel-Air Explosives that have been widely used on Earth can barely be considered a type of Temperature Difference Bomb.

But what Sun Cheng was referring to was a temperature weapon in the true sense.

The bodies of Cybertronians allow them to continue fighting and surviving for long periods of time even in harsh environments of thousands of degrees of high heat or even tens of degrees below zero.

However, although they possess extremely high resistance to harsh environments, this does not mean that Cybertronians can be fearless of temperature.

Quite the contrary, if the temperature exceeds the tolerance limit of a Cybertronian, it becomes a weapon more dangerous to them than a High-Explosive Bomb, and its lethality is not even inferior to an Electromagnetic Pulse Weapon.

This point had already been verified by Sun Cheng during his brief exchange with The Fallen.

Afterward, he invested a large amount of resources and even went so far as to mobilize a Senior Engineer and several Decepticon Engineers to study Temperature Difference Bombs in depth together.

Unlike the research on Electromagnetic Pulse Weapons, which had reached a bottleneck in a short period of time, the research progress on Temperature Difference Bombs at Base No. 2 was very satisfying.

A few months ago, a Decepticon Engineer successfully developed a new chemical reaction agent after hundreds of computational simulation experiments.

This chemical agent can react violently with air at room temperature, dropping the surrounding temperature to over one hundred degrees below zero in a very short time; it is a type of "ammunition" very suitable for manufacturing Temperature Difference Bombs.

Although a temperature of over one hundred degrees below zero cannot take a Cybertronian's life, once each Temperature Difference Bomb is detonated, it can affect the temperature change in a surrounding area of at least several square meters, which is completely sufficient to instantly freeze Cybertronians within a certain range of the explosion center into popsicles, causing them to briefly lose their combat capability.

Base No. 2 has already conducted more than a dozen tests after manufacturing the finished product of this type of bomb.

Even Sun Cheng himself personally went to experience the power of this second-generation Temperature Difference Bomb equipped with the brand-new chemical agent.

With his current body, if he were accidentally caught in a close-range explosion of a Temperature Difference Bomb, he would also be frozen into a popsicle, and it would take him one or two minutes of full-effort struggling to shatter the thick layer of ice condensed on his body.

Do not think that one or two minutes is short; on the battlefield, this amount of time is enough to decide the life or death of a Warrior.

However, this second-generation Temperature Difference Bomb is not without its flaws.

The mere fact that the synthesized chemical agent requires a series of cumbersome conversion and extraction processes severely restricts its mass production.

Thunder has been staying at Base No. 2 for some time, following the path that Pioneer once walked, learning and engaging in the management work of the base.

As soon as Sun Cheng asked, he checked the data slightly and gave an answer: "As of now, 181 second-generation Temperature Difference Bombs have been cumulatively manufactured over the past four months."

Nodding, Sun Cheng was not satisfied in his heart, but he did not show it.

Base No. 2 has too many projects spread out right now; although some resources were tilted toward the Temperature Difference Bombs, it is inherently troublesome to manufacture, and a production rate of thirty or forty per month can be considered the limit.

Pioneer had already understood Sun Cheng's meaning, and he asked with some suspicion and uncertainty: "Commander, have you decided to intervene?"

He smiled slightly, "We don't need to enter the field ourselves!"

Sun Cheng tapped his finger lightly on the conference table in the meeting room, which was specially prepared for Decepticons whose height was like that of giants.

On the conference table forged from an unknown metal, some azure information fluctuations appeared.

Immediately, the projection equipment in the center of the conference table, following the data input by Sun Cheng, projected images of several strangely shaped fighter jets.

"Golden Eagle!"

Pioneer and the others immediately recognized that what the projection equipment was displaying was precisely a powerful fighter jet with aerospace combat capabilities that had been finalized and put into production at Base No. 2, while also undergoing subsequent improvements—the Golden Eagle Type I Interceptor.

"That's right, I plan to dispatch several Golden Eagle Fighters to conduct a long-range strike against the Decepticons from outer space!"

Sun Cheng's patience was actually quite good, even though he wished he could personally lead his main force to set out and wipe out the entire batch of Decepticons discovered within the territory of Greater Canada.

After all, since he had already offended Megatron, it was basically impossible to be forgiven again, so he might as well prune the power Megatron held as much as possible before he came to settle accounts with him.

However, Sun Cheng's rationality was not lost to impulse.

He also knew that he did not yet possess the strength to wage a full-scale war against the Decepticon Legion, so he did not mind repeating what he had often done in the past, remaining hidden behind the scenes to continue being a cunning old hunter, taking a potshot whenever he spotted an opportunity, while sitting back and watching the Autobots, the United States, and the Decepticons fight each other to the death.

"The Autobots need some time to reach the battlefield; before that, let the humans bleed, but don't let them lose too miserably!"

The map of the Americas appeared involuntarily in his mind, and the smile at the corners of Sun Cheng's mouth gradually turned cold.

On the Earth of this world, besides having the same unique geographical environment and resources as his real world, the United States had actually briefly obtained the AllSpark when the Second Industrial Revolution had just begun, and even dug up Megatron from the Arctic and transported him back to the country for nearly a hundred years of research.

In a sense, the true foundation of the United States in the 【Transformers Universe】 is even deeper than in the real world.

Therefore, Sun Cheng did not mind letting them bleed a little more, so that they wouldn't stare at him like insatiable jackals once their military strength recovered.

Of course, he also had to grasp the degree of this.

Because of their special cultural differences, Westerners have had the habit of simply surrendering when they cannot win since ancient times.

Although Sun Cheng no longer feared the United States at all as he continued to digest the South American region, his true opponents were never humans to begin with.

His true opponents might be in New Iacon in Africa, perhaps on the Nemesis spaceship on the Moon, or perhaps with the Cybertronian fleet expeditionary to Earth.

"Leave this matter to you to arrange, Pioneer. I allow you to mobilize at most four Golden Eagles and one month's production of Temperature Difference Bombs; it would be best if you can cause more casualties to the Decepticons, but if you can't, do your best to delay time for the Autobots."

Pioneer did not hesitate at all; he immediately stood up and struck his chest with his fist, producing a dull thud.

"Leave it to me, Commander!"