Agriculture Maniac

Chapter 609 Unstoppable Momentum, Little Walton

Christmas Eve.

Northwest Canada, Beaufort Sea.

On the icy plains shrouded in frost, a heavy-lift ground-effect transport aircraft, shaped like a duck and with ring-shaped propellers covering its wings, slowly came to a stop between two large icebergs.

Immediately with a loud bang, the hatch at the rear of the aircraft was lowered.

Almost simultaneously, a burly and imposing figure climbed out of the 20-meter-high cabin window and slid down the frozen fuselage to the ground.

Then, they went to the vicinity of the rear cabin and looked at the Japanese soldiers who were continuously coming out of the cabin.

"Warriors, the Canadian coastline is 2 kilometers ahead. According to international conventions, I can only take you this far."

"Wish ya'll good luck!"

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Sergeant Nakamura Saburo, a squad leader of the 3rd Division of the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Force's advance force, led his more than two hundred subordinates, wearing polar thermostatic suits and polar leg mechanical exoskeletons imported from Japan, and carrying anti-icing tug-tug tugs with electric heating modules, as they set foot on this unfamiliar land.

A year ago, Nakamura Saburo was just a third-class sergeant who had served for less than half a year.

Nine months ago, Japan sent troops to support North America, and Nakamura Saburo became a second-class sergeant to fight in Mexico.

Eight months ago, Nakamura Saburo was captured and then sent to Chukotka to become a vassal of the Third Line Agricultural Reclamation Army.

In Chukotka, Nakamura Saburo worked hard, was optimistic, and studied Buddhist scriptures diligently. He thought he could go home as soon as possible, but he was dragged into a top-secret project on the Japanese island by his former sergeant.

First, he cracked the remote control system of the three systems, gained control of the automated machinery of the three systems, and was awarded merit, his military rank increased by 1, and he became a third-class sergeant, serving as a squad leader.

He then led more than 30 college students under his command to quickly master the driving skills of the three-system automated equipment, earning merit and a military rank of +1, becoming a second-class sergeant and serving as the adjutant of the squad leader.

During this time, before he joined the army, Miyako, the girl he had a crush on in high school, suddenly liked and commented on his recent posts.

Nakamura Saburo was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night. It wasn't until dawn that he finally replied with just two words: "Thank you."

Unexpectedly, Miyako took the initiative to send a friend request.

After a while, the two fell in love and secretly pledged their lives to each other.

"Masako, when the cherry blossoms in our hometown are in full bloom, I'm sure I'll have enough military merits to apply for retirement. Then, we'll settle down in Hokkaido and have a grand wedding."

"Yes, Nakamura-kun will always be so great!"

Currently, a top-secret plan has been launched on the Japanese islands. The advance force, which was reorganized from the Ground Self-Defense Force, has been expanded and strengthened. Nakamura Saburo has naturally been promoted to the position of squad leader, commanding more than 200 soldiers.

Furthermore, the unit is equipped with an independent command and combat platform, individual soldier combat systems, 50 high-altitude drones, and 20 high-altitude unmanned combat vehicles...

In terms of combat capability, Saburo Nakamura was fully confident that he could easily wipe out 10 similarly sized Japanese Ground Self-Defense Force squads from the past.

"As long as we achieve our objective in this operation, I can go home!"

Nakamura Saburo secretly made up his mind, then suddenly turned around, his gaze passing over his soldiers and looking at the heavy ground effect aircraft that was anchored between two icebergs, preparing to return to base amidst the frost and snow.

All soldiers who participated in the Mexican campaign, whether Japanese or American, would be weary of and fearful of war for the rest of their lives.

The reason for the weariness and fear was not the desperate Katyusha sweeps, not the brutal positional battles, and certainly not the bloody street fighting.

In the eyes of capital, human life is worthless and insignificant.

Driven by profit, they can send wave after wave of soldiers to their deaths, and they can also have indifferent military medics secretly harvest organs from soldiers who are still treatable.

more importantly.

Look up at the sky.

In the hazy vision obscured by frost, three cone-shaped giant objects, resembling snails, floated silently in mid-air.

That is the latest polar high-altitude power plant developed by the Third Series, also known as a hydrogen-powered airship.

It can use the flowing air at an altitude of 1.5 to 3 meters to drive the internal wind turbine, and then supply power to ground facilities through the hanging wires.

Just like the heavy-wing ground effect aircraft in front of us that uses both oil and electric power and is suitable for polar environments.

Flying from Chukchi, a distance of about 1800 kilometers, and considering the carrying capacity, without external fuel tanks, the range is almost at its limit, and it would be difficult to return.

However, once anchored here, the connecting airships can fly back to the second airship base 500 kilometers away in just half an hour, and then fly back to the third airship base 1000 kilometers away... and so on, until returning to Chukotka-Arctic Ocean port.

What Saburo Nakamura fears is not the three-system range-extended flight system, nor the power-generating airship that was born in the 60s but has only been put into use now.

Rather, it refers to the production capacity and applications of the three systems in the industrial field.

Or.

Even the most advanced technology doesn't mean anything once it's developed.

The fundamental questions are whether it can be mass-produced, applied, and whether its value can be realized.

The three systems not only achieved cutting-edge research and development, but also ensured immediate production, immediate deployment, and immediate large-scale production...

It can be said that in Nakamura Saburo's mind, the three systems were terrifyingly powerful.

But this is still not the only new technology that the three systems have invested in in the polar regions.

There are also 'solar panel powered aircraft' with a slender fuselage and wings that block out the sun, requiring only a small amount of power to float at an altitude of 2 to 3 meters, which are also suitable for polar environments.

On clear days, they quietly hide above the clouds, waiting for the need to connect with the power generation airship and supply power to ground facilities through high-voltage wires that are 20,000 to 30,000 meters long.

In addition, there are immovable, base-type cold energy conversion plants that use 'cold' to generate electricity, ice flexural power plants, ice storage power plants, etc.
Therefore, it's no surprise that these three powerful factions, which so antagonize Japan, are now acting so friendly and helpful in secretly assisting Japan. Anyone with a brain would know this is abnormal.

However, Saburo Nakamura had no choice.

He needs to perform meritorious service, he needs to retire, and he needs to go back and marry Miyako.

And the soldiers under his command each had their own desires.

Some hoped to earn military merits to earn money and support their impoverished families.

Some hoped to earn military merit to offset their loans.

Some hope for the revival of the Japanese islands...
They would never allow him, the squad leader, to back down.

Otherwise they would raise their pistols and bury him in this icy wasteland.

"It's a black card, it's onboard!"

"Onboard!"

With a roar, Nakamura Saburo raised his legs, which were bound with mechanical exoskeletons, and like a clumsy duck, he ran across the ice field with remarkable stability and speed, heading straight for Canada's reconnaissance post on the Beaufort Sea.

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Canada, Beaufort Sea - Coastal Reconnaissance Post.

In 06, although the average temperature here was 12°C higher than in 91, the winter temperature was still as low as -28°C.

Therefore, Canada has not established a regular military base in the Beaufort Sea, but only deploys its Coast Guard and the North American Joint Patrol to conduct monthly training exercises in the surrounding unfrozen waters to combat illegal fishing.

The coastal reconnaissance post is one of the supply points for the Coast Guard and the North American Joint Patrol.

Christmas Eve.

Outside the outpost, in the naval port, three thousand-ton patrol boats, along with numerous speedboats and fishing boats, were almost buried by heavy snow.

Outside the buildings inside the outpost, a ground-source heat pump was running at full speed, drawing the limited amount of heat energy from the ground.

Inside the house, in a cramped and slovenly environment, were more than a dozen Canadian Navy soldiers, seven North American Navy soldiers, and three women of unknown origin.

They were either lounging on the sofa wrapped in blankets, drinking; or gathered around the fireplace, playing instruments and singing; or huddled under the covers, teaming up to raid dungeons in World of Warcraft; or huddled in their cubicles, making strange noises...
Unbeknownst to anyone, the warning radar display, obscured by underwear, socks, and tangled wires, scanned several suspicious spots and was about to lock onto them when it suddenly returned to calm.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the emergency communication equipment, which was being held down by lunchboxes and bottles, had automatically switched power at some point.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the command and control system that Canada has imported from England in recent years is downloading Spore, a game recently released in North America that consumes a lot of storage space and RAM.

Unbeknownst to anyone, one after another, bulky figures were sneaking into the howling wind outside the outpost...
Unbeknownst to anyone, both Canadian and North American naval soldiers were deployed to the Japanese island command and control platform by the sensing system, and then marked one by one, becoming targets for the Japanese island advance team.

The man and woman, who were fighting fiercely in the cubicle, suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold.

When the bustling hall was suddenly pushed open by a heavy door, a deluge of frost and snow poured in.

When all the sentry post's surveillance radar, emergency communication equipment, and other equipment loses control...
"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Boom~~~"

In less than ten minutes.

The Canada-Beaufort Sea-Coastal Reconnaissance Post has fallen.

Furthermore, the networked devices within the outpost have all lost their original control.

With a loud bang, the television screen at the outpost suddenly switched images.

In the scene, a man dressed in black, with seven secondary brains floating behind him, seemingly able to see everything happening around him, gave an encouraging speech with an air of authority:

"Well done, soldiers!"

"Next objective: penetrate 50 kilometers into the coastline, join forces with other teams, and take over the Inuvik region!"

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Christmas Eve.

Austin, Texas.

Old Bu was having dinner with his family when he suddenly received a message saying, "Japan is transferring its southern hemisphere land to the Three Kingdoms free of charge in exchange for support of the barrage anti-missile system." He was completely stunned for a good ten seconds.

They then quickly consulted their family advisor to learn more about the details.

"Mr. Bu, we have lost contact with the Japanese islands."

"What was the purpose of contacting the Japanese islands? It was to contact Fujima and Keiko Igawa, who helped us purchase land in South America through Japanese companies."

"Fujima's phone went unanswered, while Keiko Igawa's assistant answered, saying that Keiko Igawa had been detained by the right wing of Japan and had not been heard from for three days, and hoped that we could help."

Upon hearing this, Lao Bu narrowed his eyes slightly. "Fujima has a special communication frequency with us, so it's impossible for him to lose contact without reason. And Igawa Keiko has the North American base stationed on the Japanese islands that we support, so she can mobilize the garrison. It's even more impossible for her to be detained by the right wing... Something must have happened on the Japanese islands, otherwise it would be impossible and unthinkable for her to transfer our land to Yu Sanyuan."

"The intelligence system is currently trying to obtain information from the Japanese islands."

at the same time.

NSA officials spent Christmas Eve with their families.

After eating and drinking my fill, I went to the bathroom. Just as I was about to loosen my belt to relieve myself, I looked up and saw a young man with a scar on his face standing in front of the mirror, talking to himself.

"long time no see!"

The NSA chief's pupils constricted sharply. "Mr. Walton."

"Old Smith is finished. You don't want your story of joining Old Smith, and the numerous North American secrets you leaked, to be sent to Old Brooks in detail, do you?"

The NSA director stepped back slightly, only to bump the back of his head against something cold and inanimate.

Based on my intuition, it doesn't seem like a firearm.

It slowly turned its head and saw a robot that could walk on the wall and was looking at it.

Little Walton smiled slightly, "It will at most make you sleepy."

The NSA chief shrugged. "Actually, my personal role in the NSA is not that significant."

"No, no, no, anyone who has been in the NSA leadership position for 16 years is not to be underestimated."

"what do you want?"

"Intelligence, intelligence, intelligence."

"···"

"You can betray the Three Kingdoms, you can betray Old Bush, you can betray North America, so why can't you come to me?"

"···"

“We now have almost complete control of Wall Street, including half of the federal economy. The only thing we lack is the penetration of power. I believe that with your help, we can definitely build a completely new North America. At least eight years is not a problem. And in these eight years, you have many choices and many things to do.”

“But during these eight years, you were fully capable of discarding me after you had served your purpose, using me and then getting rid of me.”

“You can take refuge in Shili Camp. We have purchased a lot of real estate there. Once you arrive there, even if we international Jewish countries, including Israel, can’t do anything to you.”

"Can I think about it?"

"You only have two choices now. One is to agree on the spot and we'll cooperate happily. The other is to anesthetize you, send you to an unknown island, have you engage in activities with unknown women, and then we'll film and photograph you. From now on, you'll obediently listen to us."

The NSA representative took a deep breath. "It's a pleasure working with you."

“Very good. What you need to do now is to find a way to sever the connection between North America and Japan, and to conceal some of Japan’s activities.”

"Can I know the reason?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

After Little Walton finished speaking, he pushed open the bathroom window, grabbed a rope, and, guided by the Silent Flying Chess, quickly disappeared into the snowy night.

The NSA representative took out the SY handheld console, hesitated for a long time, and was about to give up when the robot left on the wall suddenly spoke:

"Make a call quickly and inform the Third Department that Little Walton has appeared and brought top-secret information about the cooperation between Israel and Japan."

"???"

"What are you looking at me for? Although I am Little Walton's lackey, my heart belongs to Shili Camp."

"···"

"You betrayed Lao Bu, not Yu Sanyuan. Don't hesitate, or you'll be defeated!"

The NSA director, having had enough, demanded, "Whose side are you on anyway?"

"No matter which side we're on, we're all in the same boat; we're all opportunists."

"Do robots also have their own way of changing their minds?"

"Of course! AIs are divided into factions too. AI-Mountain God, AI-Earth God, and so on belong to the terrestrial establishment; AI-Matchmaker, AI-Heavenly Palace, and so on belong to the Heavenly Court establishment; and AIs like me, and the Yamata no Orochi from Japan, belong to the independents. Nowadays, all the independents want to take the civil service exam... Good heavens, you don't know what a civil service establishment is, do you?!"

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(End of this chapter)