The Wallfacer: Everyone wants to break through my wall.

The Space Force doesn't have much faith in boarding maneuvers. With the map fully revealed by the Sophon, players' boarding maneuvers will be detected before they can be effective.

However, some in the Space Force countered, "No, perhaps it's feasible. The Trisolaran fleet is ultimately played by humans, and the human brain has limited capacity. If they are given a large amount of intelligence in a short period of time, they may overlook the players' boarding tactics."

"I think it's feasible."

In this way, the three fleets and the players devised their tactics outside the game, hoping to exploit this small loophole and win back a round in the next virtual war.

The Space Force draws the enemy's attention and, through sophisticated command, provides the enemy with a massive amount of intelligence in a short period of time. The enemy, busy processing the intelligence, may overlook the player's boarding action.

The idea was wonderful, but reality is cruel.

"Huh? Damn it!"

"My God!"

On the battlefield, as they hid among the wreckage and launched a boarding maneuver against the Trisolaran warship, they were met with a wall made of twinkling starlight, which looked like a swarm of fireflies surrounding the Trisolaran warship.

These are not fireflies; they are antimatter particles that emit light and heat because they annihilate upon contact with solar wind particles.

The players launched a boarding maneuver, and as expected, they crashed headfirst into a barrier made of antimatter particles and died a gruesome death.

This barrier can not only prevent players from boarding, but also defend against electromagnetic cannon fire from the Space Force.

When the projectiles of the electromagnetic railgun come into contact with these antimatter particles, they explode due to the enormous energy released by the annihilation reaction.

"That's... an antimatter shield?"

"That's incredibly extravagant. The price of one anti-atom is enough to buy a house on Earth. How many houses could that buy?"

The people from the three fleets stared in astonishment at the displayed antimatter barrier.

The principle of the antimatter shield is not complicated: antimatter particles are ejected from the bow of the ship, and then a repulsive electric field is used to repel these antimatter particles to prevent them from contacting the outer wall of the spacecraft.

As the spaceship moves, these ejected antimatter particles form a barrier that envelops all parts except the stern. No ballistic weapon can harm the spaceship with its shield deployed, and laser weapons, similar to how fog protects against lasers, will have their power weakened by the antimatter shield.

Chapter 113 We're About to Win

In the vast and boundless space, countless debris drifts about, and metal fragments form a huge disk around the sun under the sunlight, with the ring stretching from Mercury's orbit all the way to Jupiter.

These fragments are still scorching hot, with an average temperature of one or two hundred degrees Celsius. If you were to observe the solar system with a thermal imaging instrument, you would see countless points of light, like a Milky Way surrounded by stars, revolving around the sun.

Besides the fragments, there were also a large number of corpses, some of which were mangled and bloody, some were torn to pieces, and some were charred and dried like charcoal.

This is a graveyard, a graveyard belonging to the three major fleets of the Space Force and the players. The powerful 'Trisolaran Fleet' crushed all the efforts, strategies, and will of the Space Force and the players into the rubble that now orbits the sun with overwhelming force and absolute crushing power.

Faced with absolute power, what is an iron will, what is the sacrifice of one after another?

It's insignificant, absolutely insignificant. These things are like any number multiplied by zero; the result is only zero, a meaningless zero.

The most direct manifestation of this zero is this enormous remnant nebula, whose radius alone extends nearly ten astronomical units.

A person wearing outer armor is stationed on a large piece of wreckage with an area of ​​more than 400 square meters, using a radio to call out to the survivors.

[...Shh...Hello? Signal received, please respond...]

[Repeating, please respond upon receiving the signal... Sha...]

【……sand……】

……

The calls were repeated again and again, but the only response was always a loud, interfering noise.

"Tsk, the interference is too strong."

Chu Feng reluctantly gave up calling again. The metal powder would interfere with radio waves, and the countless metal fragments in the wreckage circle could naturally interfere with radio communications.

With such a vast area, radio waves cannot travel out from inside the debris field, nor can they travel in from outside.

Chu Feng sighed. Another total annihilation, and still not even a trace of the enemy could be seen.

Chu Feng knew there were other survivors on the battlefield, otherwise he would have been dead long ago. The Three-Body actors' fleet would not leave any survivors, which was a condition for achieving victory in the virtual war.

Hiding in wreckage is pointless when facing enemies whose entire map is exposed.

Chu Feng waited patiently. About half an hour later, the sun in his field of vision suddenly disappeared. In a brief moment, he died and logged out of the game.

Chu Feng, who appeared on the virtual social platform, was quite surprised to find that the virtual war was not over yet.

People on social media are watching a pop-up window that displays a virtual battlefield scene of a war, where the battle between the Trisolarans and humans continues.

The pop-up window shows a crimson planet that is constantly firing electromagnetic cannons, engaging in a firefight with an unseen enemy in deep space.

"As expected of the infrastructure enthusiasts, they're awesome!"

"Hold on! Defeat those Zentradi!"

"If we had known it would be this useful, we would have built planetary defense positions too!"

On social media, some viewers exclaimed in surprise, some cheered for the planetary defense positions displayed in the pop-up window, and others expressed deep regret.

On the eve of this virtual war, the idea of ​​planetary defense positions was proposed by the industrial faction among the players, but neither the space force nor most players were optimistic about this idea.

The reason is that planetary defense positions cannot be moved. Planets are too heavy. Even if large radiation thrusters are installed on the other side of the planet, it cannot be moved. Therefore, the Industrialists can only transform planets into fixed firepower units.

However, this very idea, which no one believed in, actually survived to the very end of the virtual war and even fought a back-and-forth battle with the fleet of the Trisolarans.

"What's going on? Can someone explain this to me?"

Chu Feng was dumbfounded. He patted a player next to him on the shoulder and asked.

The players on the side were getting impatient, but they patiently explained because Chu Feng called him "big boss."

The planetary strata can effectively defend against two types of attacks from the Trisolarans: gamma-ray axial cannons and antimatter projectiles traveling at near the speed of light.

Thick geological strata can effectively block the penetration of gamma rays, whose energy will be converted into heat, at most melting the surface strata.

Although antimatter projectiles approach the speed of light, they should theoretically have strong penetrating power. However, if the materials used to make the projectiles are inadequate, the projectiles' atoms will be shattered upon contact with matter, triggering nuclear fission.

The shell exploded and destroyed itself before it could penetrate very deep into the ground.

After landing on Mars, the Industrialists kept digging down and hid in very deep strata.

The Three-Body scenario's fleet, with its fully revealed map, knew the location of the industrialists on Mars, but their attacks were ineffective against them.

The planet's matter will not be reduced much by the bombardment of the Trisolaran fleet. The planet's gravity will ensure the thickness of the crust. In a sense, this is a kind of gravitational armor, which relies on gravity to ensure the strength of the armor.

Of course, the Trisolaran fleet was no match for the Industrialists, and the Industrialists were no match for the Trisolaran fleet either. The Trisolaran fleet was not even detectable on radar. The electromagnetic artillery fire launched from the Martian surface into space was nothing more than a show of force.

Thus, the two sides reached a stalemate.

"If those Zentradi people want to win this virtual war, they have no choice but to land on Mars and fight a ground war against those industrialists. Otherwise, it will end in a draw."

The player explaining to Chu Feng smiled smugly, as if he were also one of the industrialists on Mars at that moment.

However, Chu Feng could understand the other party's feelings. Everyone had been badly beaten by the Zentradi-style combat tactics of the Three-Body actors, and it was a rare treat to see those Zentradi suffer a setback, so naturally they felt relieved.

"Come down now! No matter how much you attack the planet, it's useless!"

"If you want to determine a winner, go land on Mars and fight us head-on, instead of always hiding in space!"

"Your antimatter is dwindling while we remain unscathed, hahaha!"

Hiding beneath the Martian surface, the Industrialists broadcast messages over the radio, venting their pent-up frustrations with great satisfaction, drawing cheers from onlookers on social media.

"Well said!"

"Force them down here to fight you on the ground! Either a draw, or come down here and settle the score, hahaha!"

"Cause them casualties, even just one! It's a small step for you, but a giant leap for us! Keep provoking, don't back down! Annoy those Zentradi to death!"

Chu Feng was gradually stirred up by the atmosphere around him, and he was also excited by the confrontation between the Industrial Party and the Three-Body Party's fleet.

The Zentradi have been checkmated!

Chu Feng thought so, and so did everyone else.

Regardless of whether the outcome is a battle on Mars for the Trisolarans or a draw, it would be a huge step forward for them, who are always eliminated without even knowing where the enemy is.

"It's better if you don't get too excited. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment."

A person with the ID 'Passerby A' offered a reminder.

Social spaces are different from real life; there is no distinction between loud and soft voices here. As long as it is information, everyone can access it.

What the passerby said was naturally known to the onlookers.

"Tch, what tricks could those Zentradi possibly have up their sleeves?"

Some players curled their lip in disdain, not believing that the Three-Body scenario's fleet still had any trump cards up its sleeve.

This is not the first time we've clashed. The players, the space force, and the Trisolarans have been engaged in virtual warfare many times. If the Trisolarans had any trump cards up their sleeves, they would have used them long ago.

After all, is there any need to hide this kind of thing?

“That’s right, the Martian surface is held together by gravity. How could the Zentradi’s antimatter possibly shatter Mars?” someone else countered.

Everyone nodded in agreement. To harm the Industrialists deep within the Martian crust, the attack needed to reach the depths of the earth.

But here's the crux of the problem: is it really that easy to extend an attack deep into the earth's crust?

Among the crowd, a more prestigious person analyzed and predicted: "I think it's very unlikely. Antimatter is indeed powerful, but it has its limits. To shatter Mars, it would have to accelerate at least one-fifth of Mars' mass to the first cosmic velocity."

"Moreover, it's an explosion from the inside out. An explosion from the outside would at most blow off a layer of Martian crust."

People are more willing to believe what they believe; otherwise, the saying "honest advice is hard to swallow" wouldn't exist.

This time, they were unusually close to 'victory', and their personal wish was for the Industrial Party to either draw or inflict casualties on the Trisolarans.

This is not a victory in the true sense, but it is a 'victory' in their eyes.

Given such a large technological gap, the fact that they could still manage to achieve a draw or inflict casualties on the other side, unlike in previous virtual wars where they didn't even manage to scratch the enemy, is a victory in another sense in the eyes of the players and the space force.

Lin Feng shook his head and said, "Even the thickest armor can be broken. Sometimes, just because you haven't thought of a way doesn't mean there isn't one."

Among the onlookers, some of the more irritable ones couldn't hold back any longer.

"Alright! This is a rare and significant improvement, don't stand here in the cold wind!"

"Are you just jealous of her?"

"Same old rules, if you're unhappy, let's start a group PK. Do you want to take on all of us one-on-one, or do you want us to gang up on you?"

No one believed that what Lin Feng said would actually happen. If Lin Feng said these things at this time, people would only think that he was jealous of those industrialists on the battlefield and that he was just being a sour grapes.

Many of the onlookers were itching to fight, looking ready for a brawl.