Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 687 Variables
Lieutenant General Rip did not pay attention to the battle situation on the front line. The perfect modern warfare system did not require him to intervene too much. Under the command of the General Staff, a large number of reserve troops were dispatched to locations where the fighting was more intense, while those with heavy casualties were withdrawn for repair, and ammunition was continuously delivered.

For the coalition forces, it doesn’t matter if they can’t see it, they just need to cover everything with intensive firepower.

Moreover, both the military bases of the fungus and the self-defense forces of the island nation have sufficient ammunition reserves. The scale of a war involving tens of thousands of people is enough to support a year or two, so as long as the manpower is not exhausted, this line of defense cannot be broken.

Of course, Lieutenant General Rip knew very well that the premise of all this was that there would be no variables, but the problem was that variables always occurred.

The variable in Lieutenant General Rip's eyes was not the opponent's rapidly replenished troops, nor the useless tanks and Zero fighters, but the bone gate and the ghost warriors flying in the sky.

The fungus is never afraid of enemies that can be destroyed by guns and cannons, no matter how large their numbers are. It is not even afraid of casualties, because as long as the policy is changed, the immigrants who are willing to work hard to get green cards can fill the military camps. This is the confidence of the world hegemon and the beacon of freedom.

However, the existence of the Bone Gate and the Ghost Warrior is completely beyond the capabilities of mold, because no matter how you look at it, these two are no longer scientific.

Lieutenant General Rip didn't know whether the energy weapons secretly developed by the military could be effective against such an existence, but he knew that if he failed again, it would not be a good thing for either him or the mold, and it might even affect the hegemony of the Lighthouse Country.

The island country has never been a good kid, otherwise the beacon country would not have caught it and beaten it to death.

The current situation is very bad, because on the surface, the two sides are of the same origin, and once they are connected, the mold will be in trouble.

And he had a feeling that the other party was teasing him.

Since those ghost warriors can destroy all fighter planes and missiles, they can also destroy the coalition forces, but the other side did not use them.

Why, he didn't know, he just knew that the situation was beginning to get out of control.

"What on earth are we fighting against?" Lieutenant General Rip said with a sigh.

Lieutenant General Rip's feeling was not wrong. The mastermind behind all this was indeed teasing him, or to be more precise, teasing the world.

The purpose of turning the island country into a stage to stage a wonderful drama is not to make a profit, but to make it more interesting.

Because let alone occupying the island country, even occupying the whole world would be meaningless to Yan Xu or his incarnation. As the owner of the bronze door, what he lacked was not the world or the resources.

Yan Xu's goal is to transcend, and as his strength and realm increase, he has gone from pursuing transcendence in the beginning, to comprehending the way of heaven, and now to spending his time trying to preserve his humanity.

No matter which one, there is no difference between high and low, it’s just different needs at different stages.

Now stronger and more complex emotions are what the body needs. Only in this way can the last bit of humanity not be worn away in the process of breakthrough.

So the game with the world as the chessboard begins.

As the sky brightened, the Zombie King retreated, leaving behind hundreds of chariots and scattered zombie fragments in front of the formation.

The coalition forces also paid a huge price, with more than five thousand casualties, most of whom were molds. Because the Zombie King was always targeting the molds, the losses could not be small.

Although he had expected this, Lieutenant General Rip was still shocked when he received the report.

The mold lost more than 5,000 people, which was a heavy loss for the mold stationed on the island. Most importantly, the successive failures shook the mold's prestige in the island country. Now the eyes of the Self-Defense Forces looking at them are a little wrong, with more resentment, which is not the look of a good dog. In fact, the reason is very simple, because the zombies never take the initiative to attack the islanders unless they are attacked.

But the Self-Defense Forces didn't want to fight. It was the mold that forced them to fight, so there were casualties, and naturally they blamed the mold.

Vice Admiral Rip knew that changes had to be made, otherwise the situation would get out of control and a greater price would be paid, so he reported to the Pentagon and dispatched the aircraft carrier fleet.

Facts have proved that airplanes and missiles are ineffective against these undead, so Vice Admiral Rip mobilized the aircraft carrier fleet not to deal with them, but to tell the island nation that your godfather is still your godfather, and even if he doesn't wield the mushroom stick, he still has plenty of means, so just lie down if I tell you to, and don't fucking make trouble.

As expected, when the aircraft carrier fleet that the mold was proud of began to move, the island nation really shrank.

Even though the mold lost a large number of troops, the island nation still obediently dispatched 30,000 Self-Defense Forces to fill the gap.

You have to know that the total strength of the Self-Defense Forces is just over 200,000, and the army has only about 100,000 people. A total of 50,000 were sent as fill-in babies, and they still said they were not relatives.

Maori Jingyuan was not completely ignorant of the outside world. After his guidance, the Maori family made preparations in advance. Although they did not dare to say it explicitly, they still dared to simply pass on some news, just like burning newspapers at the grave to let their ancestors know about current affairs.

Putting down the newspaper, Mao Li Jingyuan shook his head and said to Mao Li Hironori.

"I never thought that decades later, the island nation would end up like this. What's the difference between this and being a dog?"

"Hey! I'm ashamed!"

"Forget it, I hope you can seize this opportunity, otherwise it won't even be your turn to be a dog." Mao Li Jingyuan said meaningfully, but Mao Li Hiroze had something in his mind.

In fact, his actions were not concealed from the island country's officials, but were covered up by the top leaders. On this point, they reached a rare consensus.

The reason is very simple. Those ancestors in World War II were obviously serving a great existence, and this extremely noble existence belonged to the kingdom of the dead.

So the question is, will they be under this person's care after they die?

If immigrants change nationality, do they belong to God or to this person.

The inner struggle makes some of the island nation's actions quite contradictory. On the one hand, under the threat of the fungal aircraft carrier fleet, it has to show loyalty; on the other hand, under the threat of death, it has to be ambiguous.

It was just like going to the hospital to visit my godfather. I drew the curtain, and things were moving inside the curtain, and the heads outside the curtain were not idle either.

Everyone knows that it's not easy to be a fence-sitter, but the island nation doesn't want to experience the consequences of standing on the wrong side again, so it remains hesitant even though it knows that no matter who wins, it will suffer.

Liansheng, who had just returned from the shrine, naturally understood the island nation's dilemma, but he did not feel the slightest sympathy. Instead, he was surprised at the act of Guimen Shangren. He actually sent the huge treasure that he had collected from his original body. Wasn't he afraid that it would be broken?

At this time, Lieutenant General Rip once again saw the changes, a thick fog covering the sea, and the bone gate that was hundreds of meters high.

(End of this chapter)