Above Destiny

Chapter 598 Enduring Hardship Leads to Great Creation

"Drones."

The colonel paused for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but curse, then curse again, and again, before sitting back down in his chair: "Shoot them down! Damn it, these Chinese are insane!"

Without any hesitation, the drone countermeasures were activated, and soon, armored vehicles descended from the sky, confirming a drone that had been smashed to pieces in the mud.

Unlike the increasingly popular pre-assembled machines of today, this one is entirely assembled from various parts, from the fan blades to the chips, showing signs of meticulous adjustment, and its top speed can even reach 300 kilometers per hour...

It's getting too much.

"Investigate, let the defense department investigate, get to the bottom of it." The colonel's face was grim: "Those fools who don't know what's good for them, execute them all after you catch them, including the suppliers."

"Yes."

The clerk began the process, but just as the document was opened, the screen suddenly flickered, as if it were shaking slightly.

What's the fuss?
He raised his head blankly and looked at the flashing lights above him.

Then, a violent tremor came crashing down like a tsunami!

Within seconds, the entire base was engulfed in violent turmoil, the walls hummed, and the chandeliers and fans swayed violently.

"earthquake?"

The clerk, who had instinctively crouched under the table, peeked out and then heard the piercing alarm that suddenly blared throughout the base.

Red light flashes.

It illuminated the colonel's ashen face.

Emergency!
"grass--"

Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, Tang Qian, who had just changed into his plumber's uniform, stood frozen in place in a toilet stall. Instinctively, he picked up the walkie-talkie: "What are you doing? Are you crazy? You're not really going to launch a missile attack on the Imperial military base, are you?"

"Developing missiles is useless. The Empire's interception technology won't give us a chance. It's just a waste of time and effort, and it won't achieve any results."

A voice speaking broken Commonwealth English answered calmly over the walkie-talkie.

"So what?" Old Tang asked, bewildered.

"So, I blew up the great oil processing plant."

On the other end of the walkie-talkie, Ji Jue, disguised as a bearded man, stood on the rooftop, holding binoculars, looking out over the city. In the wilderness, between the oil refineries, a mushroom cloud suddenly rose, gradually turning the dark clouds into terrifying, scorching red flames.

Meanwhile, profanities came through the walkie-talkie.

This bastard is no longer human!

Bombing the military base is useless, bombing the oil refinery... you might as well have just bombed the military base!
Even at their most aggressive, the White Bang Restoration Front wasn't this outrageous!
The roaring sound continued unabated.

It started with a leak in a tower-shaped crude oil tank, which led to an uncontrollable fire that quickly spread out of control.

This triggered a chain reaction at just the right moment, with explosions occurring one after another.

The earth trembled violently in the wilderness, and plumes of dust and flames shot into the sky from the soil.

The workers who were evacuating in an emergency scattered and fled. The alarms and calls for help that had been issued long ago had been cut off and died in the womb. Only the oil pipeline that ran directly from the refinery to the port was breaking apart like firecrackers, with explosions happening one after another...

Amidst the roar, Tacheng quickly began to stir.

Countless people rushed to the windows in bewilderment, looking into the distance—mistaking it for a sign of impending war. When they realized that no airships were dropping bombs, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, once again, my heart jumped into my throat.

Staring intently in the direction from which the flames were coming.

stunned.

Wait, no way... Are they crazy?! Who did this?!
Are you tired of living?!
No, if you want to die, fucking don't drag us down with you!

In the deathly silence, no one spoke.

Just thinking about the Empire's reaction is enough to foresee a bleak future shrouded in blood...

It's over!

"It's time to start taking action."

Inside the base, the piercing alarm blared continuously, and once again, the strangely accented Federal language rang out from the walkie-talkie beside Old Tang's ear:

"Remember, you are not allowed to speak the Bai language."

Because Ji Jue doesn't know how.

Although he had worked hard occasionally during this period, his reading and listening skills were no longer a problem. However, language is not something that can be learned by simply studying; it requires a lot of practice over a long period of time. No matter how smoothly Ji Jue wrote, he would easily give himself away when speaking the same language.

Even a ghost could tell something was wrong.

Since that's the case, why not just use the Commonwealth language openly? As long as you pay a little attention to pronunciation, anyone can become a local Commonwealth language expert!

There's an old saying in the Federation: Wei Junjie is a fog-smoker.

Tang Qian had never heard of Wei Junjie before, and he was almost at the point of not even knowing who he was.

I got involved in this mess in a moment of impulse; I'm completely insane!
Amidst the chaotic crowd, clutching the work order that had just been assigned to him, he stumbled and staggered into the fray, running frantically in a disheveled state.

The alarm was sounded, and the entire base was put into a state of emergency.

According to military regulations, all personnel stationed at military bases will have their leave and travel canceled and must return to base immediately. Meanwhile, personnel on duty at the base must be on duty within ten minutes of each other; lateness will be considered a violation of military regulations and will result in court-martial.

At this moment, in the military dormitory building, figures rushed into the stairwell, and some couldn't wait, so they pulled up their pants and jumped down from the second floor. After stumbling, they didn't have time to curse and ran to their posts.

Everyone was confused.

I don't know what happened, I don't know why I lost control of my emotions so suddenly, and I don't know what will happen next.

In this chaotic situation, an individual's thinking ability is no longer important; instead, instinctive reactions are developed through repeated training and day-to-day repetitive drills.

Five minutes to reach their posts, ten minutes to be fully staffed, and fifteen minutes later, the entire base was completely sealed off, with many people who hadn't made it back to the base being intercepted below.

Above the internal airport, amidst the sirens, one airship after another was towed out of the hangar by a tow truck, then quickly untied, inflated, and taken into the sky.

Like an enraged monster crawling out of its lair.

The first combat formation has sped off toward the exploded fuel plant.

The members of the second combat squadron had already assembled in the lounge.

"Pilots whose names are called, please step forward—"

The squadron leader yelled at the top of his lungs, trying to drown out the piercing alarm: "Albano, Kavaletz, Erika, Ramt—all of you, prepare for takeoff. The briefing will be completed en route. The rest of you await orders. Hurry, hurry, get moving, hurry—"

"I?"

Erica paused in the crowd, looking at the briefing she was being handed out, bewildered, her steps faltering for a moment: "Sir, I'm a Manta Ray pilot, this isn't a bombing mission."

"The system says that since you have experience flying the pyroxene reconnaissance aircraft, you can fill in as the substitute in this emergency."

The officer's face was ashen, and he cursed, "That piece of shit Lanabil is outside the base, he can't get in, he'll be in court soon!"

Erica paused for a moment, but ultimately said nothing amidst the angry glare.

He turned and rushed toward the hangar.

Ready to board.

I'm so angry I could grind my teeth to dust!

Damn it, I didn't expect things to go wrong right from the first step. I was actually forced to take up the post... This is what they mean by "plans can't keep up with changes".

However, it's okay, it's still within the scope of the solution.

No matter how powerful an empire is, it can't force dead people to work, right?
On the runway outside the hangar, amidst the hurried preparations, 'Erica' skillfully leaped up, stepped onto the ladder, and was about to jump into the cockpit when...

The movement suddenly paused.

Immediately afterwards, a violent shockwave and crimson flames suddenly erupted from the runway.

The reconnaissance plane, which was refueling, suddenly exploded!
A scorching gale and raging flames erupted, and Erica was swept up in it like a falling leaf, flying backward, her body engulfed in flames, before crashing to the ground.

The chain of explosions continues.

This time, it came from within the base.

Amidst the screams and deafening roars, countless people were swept away, while some lucky survivors stared in disbelief at the burning track, a chill running down their spines.

not right...

It wasn't just the oil refinery that was attacked, but also an Imperial base!?
"Alarm, damn it, sound the alarm! This isn't just any ordinary terrorist attack!"

The first officer to react roared and instinctively rushed towards the flames, "Everyone, immediately, clear the runway! Notify the fire department immediately! And the ambulances, the ambulances..."

The previously boiling chaos within the base once again overflowed.

The alarm blared louder and more piercingly.

A further upgrade.

—War situation!
"Medic! Where's the medic? Hurry, there's someone still alive here..."

Amidst the raging flames, firefighters dragged out a barely intact, charred dog. After identifying it by the red-hot, twisted dog tag around its neck, it was immediately placed on a stretcher and into an ambulance by arriving paramedics, who sped away.

"Morphine, cardiac stimulant, and adrenaline, quick!"

Inside the train carriage, the sweating doctor looked at the mutilated body, glanced at the photo on the screen, and couldn't help but sigh, "Beauty is fleeting," while his hands continued to work.

Unfortunately, their vital signs are getting weaker and weaker.

My heart is about to stop.

Dead.

"Give up on resuscitation."

The exhausted doctor sighed and released his grip: "Notify the hospital that the operating room can be freed up."

"No, doctor!"

Amidst the commotion, the charred corpse seemed to stir, and suddenly, it opened its eyes.

It was as if he was grinning.

Like a wolf.

"I think I can still be saved..."

"..."

The military doctor stood there, stunned, his eyes widening instinctively.

Immediately afterward, the charred corpse on the stretcher rushed towards him, its sharp canine teeth biting into his neck, sucking out the nectar. In an instant, the charred shell quickly peeled away, revealing the tender flesh and bones underneath.

The last face that appeared before the doctor's eyes before he completely lost consciousness was so familiar.

That is himself.

"Thank you for the meal, it tastes good."

The doctor wiped his mouth, not gulping it down in one go, but only taking a small sip. He turned back to look at the stunned and terrified nurse and smiled slightly.

Snap your fingers.

The nurse fainted and collapsed.

All that could be heard was the last sound.

"Go to sleep, have a good night's sleep, and everything will be over."

Some people can sleep soundly in their dreams, while others are awakened by nightmares.

open one's eyes.

Duke Passarella awoke from his light sleep with his eyes wide open and looked toward the command center. Instantly, all the information from the alarms flashed through his mind.

Then, I was lost in confusion.

It wasn't that he was indecisive or at a loss. As a duke of the border, even if Passarella failed to compete for the throne, he still retained enough power and status. After so many years of military service, it was impossible for him to lack decisiveness.

It is precisely because the consequences of the decision are so clear that it is hard to believe.

After instinctively using the process of elimination, there was only one guess left.

"—The Federation has declared war?!"

　Why do I never get writer's block when writing plots involving crimes and evil deeds...?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)