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Chapter 57 Eye-Detection Missiles and the Road Home

Chapter 57

Kazdel Front, Rhodes Island, "Assemble!" The Sarkaz girl blew her sharp whistle.

Soon, a line of girls stood in front of them, looking much plumper and taller than when they first arrived.

"One minute and twenty seconds, hmm, so-so..." The battalion commander glanced at his watch. "Alright, today's training isn't for emergency drills, but to inform you of some good news. After review and approval by the military, you've been granted a two-month leave. Of course, don't rush to cheer."

The little witches of the aviation sorcerer guild looked at each other in bewilderment. Just when a new round of battle was about to break out, why give the most powerful combat force in the entire legion a holiday?

"One month is for visiting relatives, and the other month, although it's a holiday, you actually have to go to the newly built aviation school to visit and mentor your juniors."

The captain chuckled, "This counts as a holiday. Oh, and by the way, remember to bring your honors too. When I call your names, come up and collect your Starlight Medals..."

Each person who receives this title represents their status as an ace. Since Terra doesn't have air combat, the title is awarded in other ways, such as achievements like killing the enemy's frontline command group.

"Captain, what about the counter-offensive operation starting next month?" Theresis's preparations to retake this salient could not be kept secret from anyone, nor did he intend to. He could mobilize several times more manpower than the Doctor, and it would be exactly what the Doctor wanted to do if he were to engage in a war of attrition.

"Oh, then it's the new recruits' turn to take charge. A newly formed aviation mage regiment from the heavy armored army will be entering the battlefield. Although they have less experience than you, they have also learned new tactics and new aircraft at the academy. You're on leave."

On the one hand, it allows you to go back and see your families and relax; on the other hand, it gives you a chance to visit the school and see the new equipment, since you'll have more opportunities to collaborate in the future.

"Captain, they've arrived."

"Okay, I'm on my way. Now, dismissed. Take your luggage and go home!"

The new aviation sorcerer's uniforms are slightly different from the current ones. "Strike Witches Squadron reporting for duty!"

"Very good, your dormitories are on the fourth floor. Follow me." Rhodes Island is no longer responsible for medical production; it has become a fully-fledged forward aircraft carrier and mobile field hospital. Therefore, the original production lines, offices, and power plants have been converted into dormitories and hospitals.

However, the drone production and maintenance workshop has not changed but has been expanded. The entire land-based ship looks more spacious and flat than before, and the deck is full of various drones taking off and landing densely.

"Yay!" The girl pounced on the soft bed. "Finally, I don't have to sleep on those hard iron frame beds anymore. By the way, where are all those predecessors? I've been listening to their legendary tales all the way here..."

"The captain said he went home for the holidays. Don't worry, we'll soon become the new legends."

They are aviation sorcerers who specialize in operating assault drones. Unlike hummingbirds, which are used to bombard positions, assault drones are tasked with accompanying infantry advances and providing precise, surgical-like close-range air support.

It consists of two types of drone units. One type is similar to a hummingbird structure, but smaller, and carries four high-speed penetration drones. It is operated by two people, one in charge of the aircraft and the other in charge of fire control.

After receiving the infantry's request, the sub-machine detaches and, under the control of the warlock, approaches the target at high speed. Relying on its smaller size and more agile and faster flight, it flies towards the target under the warlock's guidance. Then, the warlock disengages and the terminal phase becomes a straight-line attack.

After hearing about what Master Ke was making, Xia Lin once thought of naming it "Eye-Guidance Missile," since relying on a sorcerer's human guidance and fire control was actually quite effective.

However, since warlocks are all on aircraft carriers, their control radius is the same as that of aircraft. Therefore, beyond-visual-range attacks are still impossible.

However, it was a good countermeasure against the anti-aircraft towers of Theresis that could do everything except defend against air attacks. The Hummingbird's grenades had very low accuracy and it was difficult to hit the warheads into the windows, while the reinforced buildings were too strong against damage from light grenades.

The Hummingbirds can't be destroyed by bombing; they can only suppress open artillery and personnel. Ultimately, infantry units will have to pay a very high price to remove these thorns one by one. Meanwhile, the enemy's anti-tank artillery is too powerful to destroy all of our vehicles except for the Titan.

Of course, Titans can be smashed down like a tumbleweed; nothing can stand against a 155mm Originium cannon equipped with Dragonfire Jet shells.

However, the entire Titan crew on the front line of the salient only consisted of 8 vehicles. Considering the need for spare vehicles and maintenance, it was actually impossible to deploy more than 5 vehicles at a time, which was simply not enough.

"Don't be too happy. The seniors went back to learn about the new aircraft, and the enemy's air defense awareness is also increasing." The Vision Missile was not Master Ke's invention, but Victoria's.

They had been researching a different type of unit than naval guns, capable of quickly destroying the enemy's deck. Initially, they developed grenade drones, but after seeing Xia Lin's approach, they were inspired to develop a large, warlock-guided suicide drone.

However, with the advent of the Hummingbird and the sight of Theresis's face being flattened by the bomb, the fleet, always keen on inventing new gadgets, manufactured a larger, short-range, disposable drone similar to the Hummingbird. It was later discovered that loiter time was unnecessary. Thus, the short-range drone was transformed into a mid-range anti-ship rocket, or more accurately, a sight-based missile.

This effectively solved the problem of Victoria's direct-fire fleet guns being unable to bombard reverse slopes and concealed firing positions, and also solved the problem of how to target small, mobile targets and anti-ship guns hidden behind bunkers.

Afterwards, when Raytheon Industries was decimated on the front lines and market orders were shrinking at an alarming rate, it displayed an initiative and proactiveness unlike any noble, general, or leader, quickly miniaturizing this sight-ready missile in preparation for use against Dr. Hummingbird.

After all, the hummingbird is large and flies slowly. Even though the sight missile switches to a straight flight mode at a considerable distance, it is still more reliable than those futile attacks that spray bullets, especially since its service ceiling is sufficient.

So how did the chef acquire this technology? This is related to Colombia's basic national policy, which can be summarized as: free trade, selling anything for money.

Moreover, as an arms dealer, it is basic practice to sell anti-aircraft missiles to one side and anti-radiation missiles to the other. However, Raytheon Industries never expected that the other side was also a sophisticated player.

Under the pretext of purchasing cooperation, an agreement was signed and a production line was introduced. However, after receiving the samples, a counterfeit product was produced in less than half a month. Then, they decisively breached the contract and argued that they had purchased anti-aircraft missile technology, so what did that have to do with the attack drones they were making?

This prompted Raytheon Industries to reflect on its shallowness and ignorance within a single day, as well as the bad habit of "keeping its word" that it had developed from its long-term exploitation of children in the international arms market.

Soon after, Theresis received a large sum of aid from unknown sources, using the breach of contract compensation given by the doctor to fund Theresis. Thor Industries had already mastered the tricks of a seasoned arms dealer.

"Technology advances incredibly fast during wartime..." Kal'tsit shook her head. In less than six months, all sorts of new technologies and gadgets that were previously unusable have emerged.

"What's progressing isn't technology, but the way of thinking..." The PhD student said this statement was incorrect. These technologies actually existed a long time ago, but they couldn't be popularized for various reasons, because the old forces would obstruct the entry of new technologies and new forces.

However, war is pure violence, which means that if you can't win, you really can't win. No matter what the old forces say, they will still be beaten to a pulp on the battlefield.

Some conservatives died on the battlefield, while others were forced to step down due to war defeats. Soon, new forces entered the scene and naturally promoted their own new technologies.

"War does not drive technology itself, but rather the ability to combine technological theories."

The Terrans never thought of scaling up drones, then stuffing warlocks into armored warships, and bombarding drone spawn points right in front of them. It's not that they lacked the technology.

In reality, Lao Xia's side was just integrating existing technologies; he simply hadn't thought of applying this to his work.

"Will the first batch of girls be able to adapt to the new aircraft?"

"If you can't adapt, then retire with honor..." the doctor said coldly.

Meanwhile, the girls of the first squadron of the Aviation Mage Guild, sitting on the train home, were completely unaware of any danger and were still immersed in the joy of returning home to visit their families and rest. "I heard that a new city is going to be built in Saty. Anyone want to go and have a look?"

"No, I need to go home to farm. It's harvest season, and I'm a little worried about my mother and younger brother at home."

A significant number of men have been conscripted to the front lines and factories, which is why the doctor did not launch an attack. The manpower available has reached its limit; any more would have to wait until the war refugees are settled.

The train passed through the gray desert and soon entered the train station, which had been converted from the original border checkpoint.

"Wow, so many people!" Groups of resettled refugees and migrant workers carrying large and small bags formed a black wave, while mobile vendors pushing carts promoted their new flavored sodas and small bread rolls that still smelled of wheat.

As a military train, no one dared to come over and block it. The sheriffs in black uniforms kept those who didn't understand the train's classification and situation outside the railing.

Previously, because these people were not noticed, some military supplies were stolen. The thief was just an ordinary farmer from out of town. He simply took a few bags of sugar for military supplies out of a greedy mentality.

The consequence was that the stationmaster was dismissed, a large number of security personnel were disciplined, and the sergeant in charge of escorting the train was demoted to the lowest rank. From then on, the station and train staff strengthened their security awareness.

At least last time they only dropped sugar. If they had dropped Originium bombs and grenades, the trouble would have been much bigger.

Of course, because it was just a pile of sugar, the escorts didn't notice it. If it were ammunition, the security measures would be much more stringent.

"The train is stopping for 15 minutes. Those who need to get off for some fresh air should do so as soon as possible. Ten minutes later, we will gather and take a headcount. Until we reach the final station, even if there is only one second left, you are still soldiers of the Guard. If you disappear, I will count you as a deserter."

The captain said coldly, then burst into laughter, "What are we waiting for? Girls, let's go!"

"Yay!" The girls, who were already feeling dizzy from being cooped up on the train, quickly scattered. The sight of such a large group of beautiful young women running off the military train made the station guards, who dealt with burly men and strong women all day long, stare in disbelief.

Then, he saw the little witch armband of the Aviation Sorcerer Guild and immediately stopped looking at her. The refugees from the front lines and enemy deserters had almost portrayed these girls as demons wielding scythes, riding on black mist, and laughing wickedly in the sky, stealing souls and lives.

"Soda, soda, anyone want some soda? I saw they have some new flavors for sale."

A large group of pretty girls immediately surrounded the soda stand, leaving the young stall owner somewhat at a loss. "Cherry soda, please... Raise your hand if you want cherry flavor! Oh, 20 bottles, please. By the way, aviation reconnaissance team, do you want soda?"

"We have enough of the Water of Life, Ura!" This was because they occasionally needed to conduct close-range aerial reconnaissance with the burly Ursus shieldbearers.

Therefore, these Sarkaz girls have even picked up Ursus's bad habits, and they even speak with a trilled "r" sound.

"Shut up! Even on vacation, you can't drink alcohol! Do you want to crash the plane?!"

"No, this is just fermented bread juice!" Xia Lin made this kvass. Maybe the Ursus people here are really Russian alternate dimension counterparts. They do seem to like this stuff. With alcohol prohibited in the army, this stuff can be used as a substitute.

"Hey? Where's my wallet? My wallet's gone!" An inappropriate voice suddenly rang out from the crowd. "Did you leave it on the bus?"

"No, who slashed my pocket?"

"Ah, a thief!" Having spent so much time in the army, they had almost forgotten that the outside world was a chaotic and mixed place.

"I saw someone come over there earlier!"

Those who work as aeronautical astronauts have excellent eyesight and attention span. After all, in the air, even the slightest oversight can result in a firepower point not being eliminated, leading to hundreds of casualties for the ground attacking forces.

With proper preparation, finding the thief who made the initial move is incredibly easy.

Moreover, some of the more impatient female members of the reconnaissance team even decisively released their portable reconnaissance drones.

"The target is fleeing south along the platform! Gray clothes, black hat, one person, moving at a speed of no more than 2 meters per second."

"Received!" The guy who thought he had succeeded was quickly cornered, even though he had consciously avoided surveillance cameras and blended into the crowd.

However, compared to the harsh environment and ever-evolving counter-surveillance tactics on the front lines, his skills seemed rather... ordinary.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!" The short man brandished his short knife, a ferocious expression on his face. "Don't come any closer, or I'll kill anyone who does!"

The little witches didn't bring any weapons when they went out, and they really weren't good at fighting or hand-to-hand combat, so they were in a bit of a predicament.

"Oh, I'm here. How was it?" A large hand grabbed his dagger, and with a twisting sound of metal clashing and grinding, the dagger turned into a pile of scrap metal. "Come with me to the watchtower."

"Uh..." The girl in front of me, who was over two meters tall, gave a mischievous smile, whether it was because of her armor or because she was really that tall. Her short red hair was above a small and cute face, which was completely disproportionate to the huge armor.

"Wow, it's Lord Flame Tail!"

"Hehehe, I didn't expect to have fans here too—" Flame Tail, who had made a name for himself at the Kazimierz Arena, was considered a sports star in New Kazdel.

Well, thanks to Talulah's publicity, and Kazimierz didn't ban her because of Talulah. Instead, he went along with it—tickets and tourism in New Kazdel also generate revenue, don't they?

Victoria, put your hand on your heart and tell me, if it were Victoria, would they push this fan economy away during this economic downturn?

Since Red Pine primarily targets the Kazdel market and has a large fan base, it is necessary for them, as a star team in commercial competitive sports, to maintain their visibility through necessary publicity and public events.

Moreover, Kazdel, which is at war, does indeed need an entertainment and competitive sport that is beneficial to the war effort. Expanding the Kazimierz Commercial Arena to other countries is something Kazimierz could not refuse.

The girl, who appeared broad-shouldered and burly due to her exaggerated propaganda armor, scratched her head. "I'll take this guy over to the security booth. Are you... people who were withdrawn from the front lines?"

"Um, this... I can't say."

"Oh, I see." Flame Tail didn't press further and decisively skipped the topic.

"Beep!" The captain blew his whistle, and after the little witches got their autographs, they quickly gathered and returned to the train.

"That's wonderful—" Flame Tail watched the train depart, and these lively and lovely girls. They hadn't become cold-hearted because of the battlefield, nor did they seem to suffer the pain of losing their comrades. That was truly wonderful—

"Alright, now it's your problem. You dared to steal this? You're incredibly audacious!"

"Let me go right now, or you'll be sorry."

"Then I'll have to ask. What's there to see? Is it as good as this?" Flametail drew his molten sword, the scorching blade buzzing as it approached the thief's face. "Or are those things better looking?"

"Captain, what happened?"

"Caught a little cutie, getting ready to send him to see the sheriff." Flametail sheathed his sword, and facing a bunch of steel cans and his accomplices who hadn't shown up yet, he finally slumped down.