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Chapter 51 Ball Lightning Warfare

Chapter 51 Ball Lightning Warfare (Please continue reading)

Time goes back half an hour.

The Roman twilight is like a pool of slowly solidifying molten metal. The last rays of the setting sun spill onto the walls of the Colosseum, where an Italian sits quietly in this arena of slaughter from two thousand years ago.

There is no underground command post, no ETO base, and no mysterious military base.

Around him, tourists came and went, and the world remained as vast and desolate as ever.

The Roman man held a blank notebook open in his hand, and with a thoughtful expression, he drew tentative arrows in it.

In his retina, 1417 points of light flickered, each representing an ETO soldier.

These soldiers, no different from ordinary civilians, are scattered around Geneva. Their weapons are also very rudimentary—almost no heavy firepower, only a jumble of rifles, most of which look very old and worn, as if they were picked up from an African flea market.

In a sense, the military strength demonstrated by the ETO in this operation is inferior to that of the separatist warlords in Africa, and its paper strength is not much better than that of the terrorists who are firing guns randomly in the sky.

The information flooded through his pupils as the Roman memorized all the information provided by the sophon and once again fine-tuned everyone's positions.

For Caesar, the impending war is very similar to a real-time strategy game he used to love playing called "Red Alert: Mental Omega," and he is now the Commander of Destiny with a 'Combat Control System' added to the real world.

Caesar put down his pencil and took out the fountain pen Ye Wenjie had given him from his coat pocket. He knew that every stroke from now on would take away countless human lives.

It's okay, everyone has to die eventually.

With a solemn feeling, Caesar unscrewed his pen and drew the first solid line of this war on the messy draft in his notebook.

[The 1st Operations Team moves towards Sector B3]

The line of text that Zhizi typed flashed in the eyes of the 217 ETO warriors.

Everyone saw that the predetermined target in the distance marked the position of each person. Almost without hesitation, hundreds of people completed the coordinated action, turning towards the tunnel entrance on the east side like a group of sharks smelling blood.

"Halt!" Before a NATO soldier could even stand up, he was pierced through the body by a hail of bullets.

For Caesar, the only difference in this real-world game is that the ETO warriors' marksmanship is far less accurate than in the game, so they can only ensure the destruction of the target by having multiple people pull the trigger. Fortunately, people in reality are also far less durable than those in the game, as fragile as tofu that has been crushed.

At least five hundred NATO troops marked in red appeared in the sight of all ETO warriors.

Caesar's pen traced crescent-shaped lines on the paper, and the four action teams charged into the outer area of the tunnel with no reservations.

Since the Crisis Era, although humanity has maintained a theoretical state of preparedness, it has been a long period of peace. When faced with an attack from a true human traitor, NATO commanders were as if they were still in a dream.

With superiors failing to command effectively, NATO soldiers at the grassroots level launched an organized retreat and counterattack. They soon discovered that their enemy was not the well-equipped ETO army they had imagined, but a group of beggars.

Some of the ETO soldiers mixed in were homeless people on the street just two hours before!

By the time NATO forces realized this, they had already left behind hundreds of corpses covered in crimson snowflakes during a large-scale infiltration and sneak attack by enemy small arms.

"No, they have the help of the Sophon! Hiding is pointless, repeat, hiding is pointless, hold the line and counterattack! Counterattack! Counterattack!"

As the tracks of the first Leopard 2A7 main battle tank rolled over the manhole cover, a dazzling blue orb was instantly hurled at it, melting the 60-ton steel behemoth into molten metal almost immediately.

"Ball lightning weapons! They have ball lightning weapons!"

Although ETO cannot build a hadron collider, it can still assemble some low-power particle accelerators to obtain macro-electrons and assemble ball lightning.

In a short while, amidst the waves of attacks on the tunnel from all sides, dozens of ball lightning began to wander like ghosts through the NATO forces' defenses, turning steel into molten lava and vaporizing human bodies into plasma mist, leaving not even a single limb behind.

In just ten minutes of offensive, the NATO forces responsible for protecting the Great Hadron Collider had already suffered thousands of casualties. ETO soldiers, chanting slogans to destroy human tyranny, picked up their assault rifles and efficiently eliminated the lives of NATO soldiers amidst flashing ball lightning.

As for the counterattacks of modern weapons, whether it was armored vehicles that were deployed in time or armed helicopters that rushed to the rescue, they were all reduced to ashes by the ball lightning that scatters across the sky and the ground. "We must never allow traitors to seize the Great Hadron Collider."

The surviving NATO frontline commander roared, "Order the main base to launch long-range fire towards the tunnel entrance! We'll die with these traitors!"

With the battle progressing to this point, command has become largely meaningless. The surviving NATO forces engaging the enemy freely can, in fact, delay the Trisolaran rebels' offensive to the greatest extent possible.

[Beware of drone swarms at the 12 o'clock position]

The sophon's warning arrived 3 seconds earlier than the NATO command's control instructions. Caesar looked up, his gaze seemingly passing over Rome, and saw the tiny drones drifting like dark clouds hundreds of kilometers away.

This swarm tactic, hailed as the core of humanity's next warfare strategy, was used for the first time in actual combat against the Trisolaran rebels.

But faced with one ball lightning bolt after another, the drones, powered by Trisolaran technology, were reduced to ashes and fell like rain against the macro-electronic rapid-fire devices in the hands of the ETO warriors: they were like mosquitoes being swatted by an electric mosquito swatter.

The falling swarm of bees created a dense spray of water on the surface of Lake Geneva.

The Earth-shaped lightning weapons used by the Trisolaran rebels are more arbitrary, freer, and more unscrupulous than those of professional ball lightning units such as China's "Dawn Force," the United States' "Free Souls" Force, and Russia's "Ghost" Force.

This kind of macro-electron attack, which is treasured by major powers, is no different from a pebble in the hands of the Trisolaran rebels.

The casual attitude with which the Trisolaran rebels threw out macro-electrons was much like a mischievous child carelessly tossing pebbles, yet these pebbles easily annihilated humanity's most powerful military force piece by piece under the blue lightning.

NATO forces' defenses are disappearing like snowflakes.

A sudden, fiery red rain began to fall from the sky. NATO's air force finally arrived, and the NATO command realized that in this war against the Trisolaran rebels, old-fashioned heavy weapons might be far more effective than modern weapons.

Supersonic speeds and radar stealth are false propositions in this war.

NATO pulled out the "Thunderbolt II" (Warthog) attack aircraft from the 1970s. With its high maneuverability and ground-penetrating cannons, it evaded the ball lightning while weaving a vast cross of death, mowing down the Trisolaran rebels who had received evasion orders but were unable to complete the evasion maneuver at the tunnel entrance.

[Beware of long-range fire from the 9 o'clock position.]

Caesar's pen tip made another slight hook on the notebook, and the Trisolaran rebels, 800 kilometers away, launched a flanking attack. Taking advantage of the 'Warthog' A-10 attack aircraft flying overhead, they broke through the NATO army's defenses, which had already been destroyed by the ball lightning.

Before the hundreds of furious long-range rockets and cruise missiles arrived, almost all of the remaining Trisolaran rebels poured into the tunnel.

Inside the tunnel, sporadic resistance continued.

It's only a matter of time before the Large Hadron Collider in Europe collapses.

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