Industrial Cthulhu doesn't believe in the end times.

Chapter 48 is really tenacious!
September 7, 2*30.

Time will not stop for a moment; there are only eight days left until the end of the world.

New conflicts arise from new changes, and even as a reborn person, Su Xun finds it difficult to offer any advice on this matter.

But there's no need for that.

Thus, a live-fire exercise began.

For the subcontinent, the previous defeat did not shake the high-level decision; it may have even been just a formality. As a result, they responded to the ASEAN exercise proposal and sent a distinguished and outstanding commander to oversee the overall situation.

As a nobleman, Vikram Singh did not need to be on the front lines. His command post was more than 200 kilometers away from the front lines, and at that moment, he was meeting with representatives of the Air Force in the command post.

This air force representative held a position no lower than Vikram's, but his surname was not as prestigious as Singh's. Standing before Vikram's desk, he dared not relax for a moment under Vikram's pressure.

"You mean AMCA can't be deployed in battle? Didn't you say you'd successfully tested it the day before yesterday?"

The Air Force representative wiped his sweat. Although the AMCA claimed to meet fifth-generation fighter standards and had finally announced its maiden flight this year, claims were just claims; even he himself wasn't entirely clear on the actual situation. At this point, he could only bite the bullet and say, "A few test aircraft encountered some minor problems, you know..."

Vikram was actually quite clear about the logic behind this. Even as a nobleman, these were things he couldn't change, so he simply waved his hand listlessly and said, "Never mind."

"I just want to know if our plane can get to the designated location?"

"Yes, sir, yes!"

……

The other side.

A 155mm truck-mounted gun produced in ASEAN is traveling across the frozen ground full of barren mountains and gravel.

Inside the driver's cab, the two veteran soldiers were quite relaxed, chatting while looking at the combat map.

"This mission was quite easy. Although we carried a lot of shells, the pressure was much less than in the exercises."

"If you ask me, we really can't use our own exercise standards to conduct this. Didn't we get criticized last time because our shells landed first?"

"Don't take what the boss said seriously. Didn't you see how his lips were curled up to the sky? That little Sun next door, he keeps bragging about his muscle strain everywhere, which has led to the back of the army sending us a bunch of safflower oil."

"Now Little Sun is famous."

The two chuckled, but the class monitor sitting in front couldn't stand it anymore. He turned around and glared at them, saying, "You brats, why are you talking so much? You have too much energy for nothing, huh? When we get there, go down and dig a hole with your hands."

"Oops, wrong, wrong, class monitor."

"Despise the enemy strategically, but take them seriously tactically. No matter how poor their tactics are, their shells can still kill you. If you continue to be complacent and careless, you will inevitably suffer a great loss in the future!"

The two veterans fell silent, but deep down they weren't entirely convinced.

The shells landed on him, which seemed like an impossible task for the other side. For the East, the current battlefield had become transparent in one direction.

The location and activities of the enemy troops are almost always locked in advance by satellites and drones; otherwise, it would be impossible to launch a counterattack before the enemy's shells even hit the ground.

The other side didn't even notice the drones right above them. Under such circumstances, a real battle was much easier than an exercise.

After all, in actual combat, the enemy won't be throwing tactical nuclear weapons all over the battlefield. Let alone nuclear weapons, once the fighting starts, even their radar won't survive. Our side is just an artillery unit; there are even more powerful weapons in the rear targeting the enemy's important facilities.

With its systematization, integration, and multi-unit approach, war in the East is no longer a game of war games. In the current era of asymmetric warfare, the opposing side doesn't even have the right to surrender.

Soon, the truck arrived at a pre-arranged location, and a group of people got out to set up their positions.

Digging through frozen soil by hand is naturally quite strenuous, but the truck-mounted gun came with a pneumatic pick, and several soldiers took turns placing the spades in place.

Armored missile countermeasures are a thing of the past; now it's the era of detection and destruction.

Battlefield awareness units such as satellites and drones transmit intelligence to the command center, which is then quickly converted into firing parameters usable by frontline artillery.

The four artillery regiments that rushed into the battlefield had a total of more than 200 artillery pieces of various types, which were scattered across a vast area nearly 100 kilometers wide. The firing time, angle, and direction of each artillery piece were quickly planned out.

As the order to load the firing data was given, the muzzles of all the cannons slowly rose, pointing in the same direction at different angles.

In tiered firing, multiple bullets fired simultaneously—on this blue planet, there are very few things left that can still execute this technique well.

An order was sent to all departments, and the earth rumbled.

After the first shot confirmed a hit, all that was left was to reload. Although there was an automatic reloading system, it didn't mean that nothing had to be done. Several people busied themselves, and after a round of firing, the squad leader quickly called the others to get in the vehicle and change firing positions.

Modern artillery has a range of tens of kilometers, and the advantage of being mounted on trucks is that it can stop and fire, and then leave. Many of ASEAN's allies have used this equipment.

It's the kind of product that everyone who uses it says is great.

Even so, the soldiers were exhausted and looked weak after climbing into the vehicle.

"Why are we playing so many games this time? The requirements are probably twice as high as when we played against Chelsea, right?"

"Who knows? I'm exhausted, squad leader. What's the situation on the other side? How should we plan our next round of shelling?"

The squad leader checked the synced intelligence on his PDA and scratched his head: "The enemy's fighting spirit is very strong; there has been no sign of them surrendering?"

The group was a little confused, and even wondered if this was yet another instance of the director's department making things difficult for them.

What kind of thing can remain so resilient even when facing twice the amount of ammunition as aliens? Does the fact that it hasn't surrendered mean that no one can surrender to it?
The two veterans exchanged a glance, feeling completely bewildered.

They were all exhausted after the discussion ended, and they began to rest properly. Just as they were about to reach the next position, they heard the very clear sound of an airplane engine overhead.

"Hey, it's our fighter jet! Look, a drone!"

This kind of thing is rare even here. The people in the car leaned over the window and peered out.

"It's so beautiful."

As several objects that seemed to have stepped out of a science fiction movie floated overhead, a few small figures higher up caught one person's attention.

"Hey, look, isn't that Sixth Master?"

"Let's all go, what's so interesting about Sixth Master?"

(End of this chapter)