Reinforcement Panel: Tech Wars

Chapter 150 Ritual Death Soldiers
The climate in the desert is harsh. It is hot and dry most of the year, but the temperature can drop sharply at night.

The ruins of buildings were scattered on the ground, and in the darkness, figures were walking along the vaguely discernible streets.

The time was too short and there was not much they could prepare.

As the war was still going on, the resources that the resistance forces could mobilize were very limited, so the ceremony was really simple.

In the center of a square, a hemispherical collapsed temple stood in the middle, and in an open space around it, figures were clearing rubble and ruins.

There is a circle of lighting at the outermost edge of the square. The light is not very bright, but through the light you can see many media reporters wearing blue vests holding cameras and making urgent preparations for reporting.

In front of the hemispherical temple ruins, more than a dozen figures were lying on the ground with their foreheads pressed against the ground, muttering to themselves.

In the quiet square, no one dared to speak loudly, which made the chanting of more than a dozen people resound throughout the square, attracting the eyes of people around them.

"Shh! Don't talk!"

"Shut up and adjust the equipment quickly. Don't go back until you've shot the footage!"

Among the dozen people kneeling on the ground, only when you get closer will you find that the person in the middle is actually a small figure.

The young figure was obviously a little out of touch with what was happening and often turned his head to look around.

The group of people wearing blue vests and whispering outside the square attracted a lot of her attention.

"I really want to go over there and play."

Although he muttered quietly, he still attracted the attention of the person kneeling next to him, who stretched out a finger and poked the small figure on the butt.

"Oops~"

Glancing back at Grandma Mara who was kneeling beside her, Heidi lowered her head again with a sad face.

Even though I tied several layers of cloth around my knees, it still hurts after kneeling for a long time.

As time passed, the stars in the night sky shifted, and when people were not paying attention, a faint light appeared on the horizon. People could already distinguish with their naked eyes the rubble in the ruins around the square, as well as the tents temporarily built by local refugees for shelter among the rubble.

"It will be morning soon."

"The ceremony will begin soon."

With the help of the dim light, some media reporters tried to connect to the satellite live broadcast network to prepare for the live broadcast of the upcoming ceremony.

"The satellite signal is unobstructed and the signal transmission test is normal."

"1, 2, 3, voice transmission is normal."

The chanting in the square was still going on. A dozen people kneeling on the ground did not show any sign of fatigue and continued to chant in a low voice. Of course, they could ignore the youngest one among them. She was their saint, the young and pitiful saint favored by God.

"Look, someone is coming."

The media reporters outside the square reacted the fastest. When they noticed that there was a crowd gathering inside the square, the cameramen in charge of filming moved quickly to capture everything happening in front of them.

They were all refugees wearing tattered clothes, including children, women, teenagers, the elderly, and some young people with injuries.

They walked slowly, with their heads slightly lowered, and silently recited scriptures written in their language.

The crowd was very orderly, and the surrounding resistance forces with guns were mostly for defense, with only a few soldiers maintaining order.

One by one, in circles, more and more people were chanting scriptures around the ruins of the hemispherical roof. These people walked around in circles, supporting each other, chanting scriptures and shedding tears.

“Take a picture quickly!”

"Send it back, quickly, send it back! This is a big scene!"

"This is a grand scene that will be recorded in history."

"Don't just focus on taking panoramic shots, give these people in there a few close-ups. Yes, yes, just take a shot of that kid!"

The sudden grand scene excited all the media reporters on the scene. In a panic, the heads of each media urgently directed their subordinates to start working.

Owing to the solemn atmosphere at the scene, no one dared to make a loud noise. Everyone just pulled their colleagues to whisper, speaking very quickly.

At this moment, the solemn scene taking place in the ruins spread across the Blue Planet through the media.

Many people paid attention to this ceremony. The suffering and inhuman treatment endured by the refugees in the Lebastan region have long resonated with kindness and justice across the Blue Planet.

The resistance forces achieved success and finally secured a place for local refugees to live, which was the result that many people expected to see.

Among the audience watching the live broadcast, some were in tears, while others were excited.

Of course, there are some angry and upset people.

In a city several hundred miles north of the ceremony site, many people were also watching the live broadcast of the ceremony.

"Why don't they just die!?"

"These disgusting beasts cannot be killed!"

There are many similar vicious comments in this city, from ordinary families to high-level offices of small-cap forces.

"Damn the Avengers! If it weren't for him, the Cap's plan would have succeeded long ago!"

"Humph!"

"Chief, are we just going to watch these bastards perform this ceremony in front of the whole world?"

After the question was asked, the office fell silent.

Most of those present were soldiers and extremists within the small hat faction. In their minds, they had a big hat territory spanning Asia, Africa and Europe.

Now letting them watch the power ceremony held by the Lebastan refugees on the screen is more painful than killing them!
"of course not!"

"If we don't do anything, the outside world will think that we have acknowledged the power of these bastards."

"Samoth is ready."

"All we have to do now is wait."

With his hands on his stomach, the little hat leader sat quietly in the chair.

He used to be the only choice for the Caps, but now as the war becomes increasingly intense and they are losing ground, the voices within the faction calling for him to resign are growing louder and louder.

At this time, he must be tougher. The tougher he is, the more he will be the leader in the eyes of the tough group inside. Otherwise, he will be nothing.

Dangdang~

"Come in."

Everyone looked towards the office door, and a young man in a white shirt and a cap walked in.

The man glanced at the TV screen in the corner of the office that was broadcasting a live broadcast, and ran quickly to the side of the small-hat leader.

"Sir, the Avengers' Dark Magic aircraft just appeared again."

The office was already quiet, and everyone in the office could hear the announcement clearly.

The atmosphere that was previously angry to the point of being arrogant suddenly became weird.

The devil appeared again, why this time?
Noticing the strange atmosphere in the office, the young man in the cap carefully left the room and closed the office door.

Click~

"Chief, what should I do?"

"Do you want to do it again?"

"That thing won't come to trouble us again, right?"

There were scumbags in the office, discussing in groups of two or three.

The Avengers and the Dark Lord's aircraft, they had no ability to ignore.

It was only because these two factors caused too much damage to the Little Hat, including 30% of the land being taken away by the resistance forces.

"If we fight again, what if that guy rushes over to us?"

There are timid people everywhere. If you haven't seen them, it's probably because they haven't encountered anything that truly scares them.

The Avengers and the Darkseid Flying Machines are things that some people in the office are truly afraid of.

"What are you afraid of?!"

"If that bastard could come here, he would have come a long time ago. Why would he wait until now?"

"We have so many troops, why should we be afraid of him?"

A tall and thin man in military uniform shouted at his colleague who had just been timid.

"Even if that man is wearing metal armor, I don't believe he can withstand the heavy firepower coverage even if we lose a group of people!"

"If he comes, let him die!"

The soldier's roar suddenly gained the upper hand in momentum, and no one else in the office argued with him anymore.

"Okay, stop arguing."

"The operation continues."

"It was originally a shadow operation. Who has the evidence to say that we did it?"

"Remember, whatever happens has nothing to do with us!"

With a threatening look in his eyes, the leader of the small hats glanced at everyone who looked at him.

He could tell a lot from the expressions of these people.

Some people have been maintaining their strength and want to wipe out those untouchables, but some people have begun to hesitate.

'The situation is getting worse.'

'The war is not going well, and some people are beginning to waver. '"Dear audience, all the people chanting in the square have knelt down, there should be new changes."

The voice of narration came from the TV, and everyone in the office looked at the TV screen with mixed feelings.

Hope everything goes in the direction they expect.
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Manta rays fly in the sky, maintaining a very high speed.

Half an hour ago, the manta ray just rushed out of the sea, 106 kilometers west of the Alaskan waters of Ugly Eagle.

Wei Jiang had his own reasons for diving such a long distance in the sea.

After staying at home for so long, I finally got out and of course I have to give some people a warning.

The manta ray came out of the sea and headed southeast, entering from the northeastern territory of the ugly eagle.

This is a naked intimidation!
Sitting in the cockpit of the Manta Ray, Hong Xing collected a lot of intelligence through the Internet and displayed it in front of Wei Jiang.

The key inland areas of Chouying were suddenly under martial law, and all managers of major management departments of the force were given holidays.

In some Ugly Eagle civilian surveillance videos obtained by Red Star Invasion, Wei Jiang even saw some senior managers wearing bulletproof vests and evacuating out of the city in special cars.

"Humph, I can't scare you to death!"

The speed is Mach 4. There is still time for the Lebastan ceremony, so Wei Jiang has time to have some fun with Chouying and his gang.

The purpose of slowing down the speed is to make Chou Ying feel that Wei Jiang may rush down and attack them at any time.

The longer this fear of having a knife held over one's head lasts, the more intense the emotional reactions of both parties will be.

The longer the time went on, the more nervous Chou Ying became, and the happier Wei Jiang felt.

Flying over the southeastern land of Chouying, Wei Jiang did not wait for the missiles and weapons launched from the ground of Chouying. Even through Red Star, Wei Jiang learned that because of his appearance, the space launch base in the southeast of Chouying canceled all launch activities.

"You really won't give me a chance?"

Wei Jiang was actually already prepared. As long as Chouying launched a missile into the sky, he could use it as an excuse to launch an attack on Chouying's military facilities.

"Damn it, the rockets don't even shoot!"

"Didn't they shoot rockets every day in the past?"

Looking at the announcement on the screen about Space X canceling the launch event, Wei Jiang kept complaining.

"It's better not to give me a chance."

After upgrading the Dark Star suit, Wei Jiang has not had the opportunity to test its performance.

It seems that the place where the new uniform is consecrated is no longer Ugly Eagle.

"Let's go to where the ceremony is held."

"Yes."

Red Star responded, and the manta ray increased its speed, soon reaching its top speed of Mach 9.

Red light appears in the sky like a meteor, and the bright light at an altitude of 8000mi can be observed on the ground.

Inside the command room at Kennedy Space Center.

"Finally gone."

"General, does the other side know the special nature of the payload we are going to launch today?"

A military expert nearby wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and whispered to the military personnel next to him for confirmation.

"I don't know."

"Now that he has left, I think he was just passing by."

After the general sighed, his eyes were fixed on the image captured by the optical tracking lens on the screen in front of him.

The space center is equipped with ground-based optical tracking equipment to track the trajectory and attitude of the spacecraft after launch.

The bright light in the picture was flying towards the east at a very fast speed.

Looking at the red track on the electronic blue planet map, the general's eyes moved to the right and stopped on a map full of yellow-brown areas.

Could it be that?

Because of the ceremony?

From the display screen, I learned that I had already passed the Giraltar Passage and was very close to my destination.

As the manta ray moves forward, the light outside the front window becomes more and more abundant.

Turning his eyes, Wei Jiang was also watching the live broadcast of the ceremony on the screen next to him.

He was very familiar with the square. It was in that square that he first came into contact with local refugees when he entered Lebastan.

“Choose this place.”

It was once the most revered religious site by the locals, and now it is suitable for use as a venue for ceremonies.

In the live broadcast, there was a huge crowd of people kneeling on the ground, each of them looked pale and thin. Wei Jiang even saw some people had fainted in the square.

"Alas, we have driven away the enemy, but we still can't afford to eat."

When it comes to uniting the resistance forces to form a force, these people still have a long way to go.

Free from the issues of life and death, the most important thing is to feed people.

"That's up to you guys."

The manta ray was extremely fast. When the red glow of the morning glow in the sky shone into the manta ray cabin through the porthole, Wei Jiang could already see the distant coastline from afar.
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“#@*&”

Some locals chanted for a long time, and the tune that had been passed down for thousands of years was chanted collectively by thousands of people.

From the beginning when everyone recited to themselves, to the end when the intonation became coordinated and the recitation became more and more uniform, until thousands of voices sounded as one.

Thousands of people were chanting, and their voices were filled with oppression and power. The grand and solemn atmosphere made everyone else who was not participating in the chanting shut their mouths, for fear of a trace of noise being mixed into this solemn ceremony.

The sunlight appeared from the east, shining on the hemispherical dome that collapsed in the center of the square. The reddish light made the ruins full of vitality.

As the chanting became louder and louder, everyone on Blue Star who was watching the live broadcast was shocked by the spirit and vigor displayed by these Lebastan refugees.

"Look in the sky!"

“Quickly shoot the sky!”

A few surprised voices were heard, which seemed extremely abrupt in the solemn atmosphere.

Some people were disturbed and wanted to shout, but more and more people were screaming around, causing more people to look up at the sky.

Countless people looked up and opened their eyes wide in surprise.

Including everyone watching the live broadcast.

A triangular aircraft floated quietly in the air, the red light of the sunrise reflected on the surface of the aircraft, dazzlingly bright.

The locals who were kneeling in the square and chanting scriptures looked up and saw the aircraft in the sky. They stopped chanting and the scene became quiet.

"woooooo"

Suddenly, crying sounds were heard from the square. The crying sounds were so sad and angry that they were hoarse. Anyone with normal hearing could tell the sadness and grievance in the crying sounds.

"Praise be to the Messenger of Allah! Praise be to the Savior! Praise be to the Avenger!"

An old woman's voice broke the silence in the square and she let out a long cry.

"Praise be to the Messenger of Allah! Praise be to the Savior! Praise be to the Avenger!"

Inspired by the old woman's voice, more people at the scene followed her in chanting.

This chanting is even louder than reciting scriptures.

Every hymn contains so many emotions. After experiencing hardships, it is him in the sky who brings them hope!

"Thank you to the savior, thank you to the angel who led Lebastan to a new life!"

The old woman's voice continued, leading others to speak again.

After decades of displacement and oppression, they are extremely eager for the rebirth of their land!
And this moment is coming soon! Soon!

Sitting in the cockpit of the Manta Ray, Hong Xing simultaneously translated the words chanted by the crowd below.

Wei Jiang felt mixed emotions as he looked at the faces and fingers that were pale and thin but tried their best to keep them clean.

In the past, he looked down on faith, believing that it was the last resort to exploit the values ​​of suffering people.

But at this moment, looking at the longing for a better future in the eyes of the suffering people below, he felt more reflective.

It's always good to have hope, isn't it?
As Wei Jiang was reflecting, the chanting of the crowd below became louder and louder. The refugees' last bit of strength in their frail bodies was shouted out by them, and the atmosphere became even more enthusiastic.

The crowd stood up and surged, people crowded together, all their attention was on the aircraft in the sky.

At the edge of the square, several people in tattered clothes quietly searched out some things from the ruins behind them.

Several people looked at each other with firm expressions, and as they glanced at the crowd, a resolute mentality arose!
"Death to those who despise God!"

Da da da!
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Killing!"

"Commander, there are gunmen down there shooting at the refugees!"

Without Hongxing's reminder, Wei Jiang could already see through the screen the twitching body lying in a pool of blood in the square.

"Damn!!"

(End of this chapter)