Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 921 After the Military Council
Song Shi only provided a line of thought.

The specific implementation still depends on the decision-making body to refine and carry it out, such as choosing which powerful families to take action.

The lower-class citizens and upper-class families of the Eastern Continent Republic share the same attribute: they "lack nothing."

Now that war has spread throughout the Eastern Continent, they certainly cannot stand aside. Each family has sent a portion of their forces to the front lines. However, after enjoying the Eastern Continent for so many years, their remaining strength is still not to be underestimated.

Not to mention, they have an absolute geographical advantage.

In this situation, how and who to elect in the New Order Federation becomes a question that must be carefully considered.

Those who enter via wormholes through "space jump" are walking a tightrope. If they are too weak, the arrival of divine assistance becomes a trap, making them a laughingstock. If they are too strong, it seems wasteful, like the story of Tian Ji's horse racing strategy.

The New Order Federation did not lack the desire to directly confront the Eastern Continent Republic's homeland; once the wormhole opened, armed forces poured in like dumplings.

However, the stability of wormholes remains to be seen.

In the past, [Overturning Valleys] did indeed possess some stable wormholes, but each one was the product of meticulous construction and maintenance, requiring considerable time and resources. Now, however, with the enemy's surprise attack operations behind enemy lines, unless the opponent is at a significant disadvantage in combat power or makes a foolish mistake, they can severely disrupt the stability of temporary wormholes.

In a sense, those who choose to participate in the war at that time will all embark on a path of no return.

".call."

Outdoors, on a mobile platform, wisps of white smoke slowly enveloped the chief of staff's face.

A flash of lightning, and a burly man appeared beside him. He glanced at the chief of staff and extended his hand without any hesitation.

The sun sets in the west.

The latter continued to stare down below, where soldiers bustled about in the camp, moving through makeshift military prefab rooms. Three heavy mechs marched in formation across the main road, emitting a dull thud. In the northwest corner, several soldiers sat around a ring made from discarded shipping containers, while small, controlled drones darted through the narrow enclosure in a fierce dogfight, drawing cheers from the onlookers.

The chief of staff casually tossed a cigarette from his pocket to him, which Siblom caught precisely with his large hand. A crackling arc of electricity flashed on his index finger as he lit the cigarette and took a casual puff.

“I’ve compiled a list myself. They’re all skilled and ruthless individuals I remember. I reckon that no matter how many adjustments I make later, it won’t be too different,” Siblom said casually. “I’ll send it to you later. You and the others can study it together.”

"Alright." The chief of staff rubbed his temples. "You're an expert in this area."

"You're clicking on me?" Siblom paused, his expression strange, and asked, "What do you mean?"

The chief of staff realized he had lost his composure, but he didn't immediately adjust himself. He sighed softly, "I just suddenly felt a bit sentimental."

Siblom grunted through his nose, indicating that he was listening.

"Uh," the chief of staff made a subtle gesture with his index finger, habitually creating a local field of silence to ensure that outsiders could not hear the conversation: "Siblom, look down there."

"You're not blind."

"Just because of a conscription notice, our young men left their homes and came to the Eastern Continent, which they had only seen in TV dramas before. Many of them are full of enthusiasm, which makes me feel ashamed. In order to participate in this war and to fight this war well, they worked hard to learn military skills and carefully matched their cybernetic bodies. It seems that the poison of corporateism over the years has disappeared from their eyes."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Siblonn raised an eyebrow. "That's the problem, Siblonn. I know better than they do, and you know better than I do." The chief of staff tugged at his collar: "The key to deciding the outcome of this battle has never been them. If the Supreme Executive Committee wins, everything is fine. But if he loses to Feng Lian, then no matter how many victories we achieve, we'll have to give them all back."

"A very classic military question," Siblom commented unremarkably. "I remember when I was in military academy, this thing was already discussed to death. Your formal training is more solid than mine, so how come you haven't figured it out yet?"

“I have an unwavering answer in my heart, and I have always acted according to that answer,” the chief of staff said. “I’m sorry, it may be a side effect of not completely removing the hormone glands, but my tolerance for emotional influences is not particularly high.”

"Case studies on a sand table are not the same as real-world combat, and the same applies to discussions in books and reality. The more battles I fight, the deeper my understanding of this issue becomes."

"For example, I pride myself on my high talent in military affairs. I am not afraid of difficulties and I dare to take risks."

The chief of staff's head split open, literally split. Like a night-blooming cereus slowly unfolding, each petal was distinct, but what was revealed inside was not a stamen, but a dense array of inserts, mechanical structures, and hair-thin cables, like metal nerves and blood vessels.

From a nascent embryo to the chief of staff of an expeditionary force, in order to meet the challenges and difficulties, he had already transformed himself into a superhuman being step by step. The accumulation of a central processing unit, supercomputing components, a connection command network, a mental model, and cutting-edge prosthetics brought super performance far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

After stretching, it slowly closes up and returns to normal.

"Even so, in the war that is about to begin, I am still insignificant compared to His Excellency the Supreme Executive Committee member—this is not even a difference between talents, nor a division of strengths and complementary advantages."

The chief of staff sighed, "I and our soldiers, for the time being, can still be said to be like that. But I, we, and the Supreme Executive Committee are no longer comparable to each other."

"If there were a large enough scale in the world, with it on the left and us on the right, then even if we increased it tenfold, the tilt of the scale would still be the same as it was tenfold before, it wouldn't change."

“That’s a point of view,” Siblom said dismissively. “Aren’t you planning to go to war?”

The chief of staff smiled and said, "How could that be?"

After saying those words, he quickly composed himself, cleared his throat, and his emotions vanished like snow after sunrise, returning him to his former self as the chief of staff leading an expeditionary force.

“You’re barely at the peak of the second ring, while I’m at the fourth ring.” Just then, Siblom leisurely exhaled a puff of smoke: “If we were to fight, to be frank, I could kill you with a single thought.”

“However, I think you’re more useful than me.” Siblom chuckled. “Why did I become the military commander of the Enlightened Ones back then? Nothing else, just pure fighting skills.”

"You're asking about my tactical skills? To be honest, I think I'm pretty good, but that means leading a small team in infiltration operations, special operations, tactical decapitations, and the like. Damn it, that's all I learned and did back then. If you really asked me to command an entire army, I really couldn't do it."

"We've been fighting the Eastern Continent Republic for so long. To be frank, Song Shi and I are just figureheads, nodding our approval at crucial moments. The real command still depends on you."

"You say you're not as good as Song Shi? I fucking want to laugh." Siblom couldn't help but sneer, then took another hard slap: "Do you think I'm better than you? I can kill you with just one finger, but he can kill me just as easily. Among the five Supreme Executive Committee members, Chaklo can even resurrect the dead, and you're telling me this?"

"The Fifth Ring - [True Spirit], is that something humans can compare to? And even they, don't they still rely on Singularity Technology?"

After saying a long string of words, Siblom shook his head, casually tossed the cigarette butt back into the chief of staff's arms, and vanished in a flash, leaving only a single sentence behind.

"Without any additives, it's not very strong to smoke."

(End of this chapter)