Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

"What number is this?" Sergeant Basil stared blankly at the medic's palm, his eyes unfocused. "Concussion, no bleeding in the back of the head, unconscious, prepare for evacuation!"

He gave him a painkiller injection and quickly bandaged his minor wounds before moving on to the next injured person.

"Boom!" A heavy artillery position on the riverbank was hit by heavy artillery fire. The fireball rose dozens of meters high, like a mushroom growing on the position. The shockwave shook nearby vehicles and a land transport ship so badly that they could hardly stop.

"Boom!" The Ursus landship was also attacked by the hastily deployed anti-armor guns and Columbia landship guns. The metal plates twisted and tore, making a terrible cracking sound. The impact caused the warship to tremble continuously in the river and even slide slightly.

The churning river waters directly engulfed nearby friendly amphibious gunboats. However, this level of counterattack was still barely within Ursus's tolerance range.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—" Countless sparks rose from behind the position, then plunged down with a strange cry. In an instant, the snow river turned into a river of fire and electricity, flames and flashes intertwined on the surface of the river. Almost all the enemies were struggling under this overwhelming bombardment. Finally, the Ursus land cruiser could not withstand the attack and its engines stopped.

The ship's hull was torn apart and further deformed under the impact of tens of millions of tons of river water, just like the moment a dam collapsed. The surging river water rushed in from one side, quickly filling the compartments, and then sprayed out from any hole on the other side due to the drop, mixed with the crew's limbs and various debris.

The landship tilted little by little, eventually capsizing in the middle of the river, turning into a giant metal reef. Debris and debris continued to be carried downstream by the swirling river, and it was estimated that the Sami villages downstream would find a lot of strange things a few days later.

The heavy hull was pushed and rolled by the river, making a louder roar than the cannon fire, and finally crashed into a corner on the opposite bank, making both sides feel the ground beneath their feet shake.

"Cough cough cough... What kind of strange incendiary are you using?" The launch site was shrouded in thick smoke. Columbia concentrated his war mages to use a networked Originium device to launch all the heavy rockets they had transported, named "Woodpecker".

At least two-thirds of the rocket's propulsion comes from the warlock's spell device's ejection effect, with the remainder coming from its own propellant.

The warhead is also activated by the warlock; it is essentially a one-time suicide cannon precursor.

One part is high-explosive flames, and the other part is electric arc damage. On the river, the combined damage of these two types is quite formidable. The former can kill all enemies above the river surface, while the latter can electrocute anyone who jumps into the water.

The current flows with the metal, and the step voltage will instantly knock down any target moving on the deck. The paralysis from the electric shock will render each victim unable to move, eventually causing them to drown in the river.

"Cough cough cough, it seems to be ethylene glycol." The designer himself seemed to be choking quite badly. "Alcohol-based propulsion is not enough. What kind of propellant are you using?"

"Ahem, Arc Propellant X-43" Both sides seem to have revealed something, but upon closer inspection, it seems like they haven't revealed anything at all.

What is it made of?

"Metal salts!" This explanation, again, seemed to offer no real explanation. There are countless types of metal salts, and just as many compounds can be called ethylene glycol. So, it was as if the two sides had exchanged some information about propulsion technology, but also as if they hadn't really discussed anything at all.

Finally, the wind on the riverbank dispersed the thick smoke from the propellant. "You should change your thinking. For example, this warhead and catapult controlled by a sorcerer is too ridiculous."

“That makes sense. This is our next step in improvement.” Blacksteel International was actually quite dissatisfied with this new weapon because it required the use of warlocks.

Moreover, there are quite a few of them, so it would be better to concentrate the warlocks to operate those large city defense cannons and deal more damage.

If it weren't for the fact that there wasn't enough time to deploy city defense artillery, this highly mobile launch platform would have been brought in for a trial. If it doesn't perform well, the project will be canceled immediately.

However, as it stands, despite its many flaws, its actual performance seems quite good. At the very least, city defense cannons cannot so easily clear out an attack cluster of enemies.

Even though there are many factors related to terrain and location, the company's senior management doesn't understand these things. That means the project is saved, and they may even receive more funding for further improvement and research and development.

Before Columbia could even catch its breath, sparse stars also rose into the air from Ursus. Compared to Columbia's crimson, the stars were a strange blue, and they were flickering almost imperceptibly.

The pulse-controlled arc jet engine quickly calibrated its attitude, aiming this expensive contraption—the kind that made General Roman's scalp tingle just thinking about it—at the enemy's position before roaring down.

This marks the first integration of Star Alliance technology and Terran's local technology, a collaborative effort by Master Nian, Master Ke, Lao Xia, and the Doctor. It was the first time this technology was used in actual combat. Master Ke was responsible for the electromagnetic arc module, Lao Xia for the control program, the Doctor for the synthetic jade-like neural control hardware, and Master Nian for the warhead and engine manufacturing process.

This is also an attempt to develop an engine for a large launch vehicle to be used in the future to repair the Ark.

However, due to various reasons, mainly in terms of material processing technology, the current thrust and control precision are insufficient even for missiles, let alone for aerospace applications.

However, using it on rockets would be too expensive. Since Ursus was such a sucker, they readily offered to be ripped off, so they sold it to them. Not only could they collect data, but they could also train workers—even if it didn't work well on the battlefield, the Ursus people would be the ones who suffered, right?

"My God!"

"Run!" Upon seeing the color, the observation team jumped into the car next to them without looking back and drove off.

The launch site in Colombia was then engulfed by the high-explosive flames of the Dragonfire warhead. The flames roared and shot straight into the sky. Even at midday, the sky was as dark as dusk, with only blood-red firelight and billowing black smoke remaining.

Chapter Ten: Human Kinetic Energy.....Explosive Gun

chapter Ten

Kazdel, National Broadcasting Center: "I said, does this thing even work?"

The Iron-Eating Beast looked at the iron tower that stretched ever towards the sky, and the lines made of pure synthetic jade. The rose-colored crystal lines were extremely expensive to manufacture.

Without Lao Xia's shaping equipment, it would be difficult to manufacture synthetic jade into such long soft transistor channels.

Around the tower, tow ropes and elevators continuously transport new equipment up, including various gain antennas, anti-jamming modules, and navigation light supports on the trusses extending from the sides of the tower.

The largest of these is a large distribution box made of Terra material, with black cables hanging down like tentacles and swaying back and forth beneath the irregular cube.

"Can our message really reach the entire nation, oh, all of Terra?"

"That's how it is in theory," the kitten said, standing outside the construction site with a laptop in its arms. Due to the replacement of the equipment, the relevant information had been broadcast since the day before yesterday, and the work of Kazdel TV Channels 1 and 3 had been stopped.

As for Channel 2, which mainly broadcasts agricultural and military programs, they moved to a land transport ship that was converted into a mobile broadcasting station to continue their work. Their task is more important: to convey various agricultural knowledge and money-making techniques through television programs.

Of course, they also broadcast updates on the counterinsurgency campaign in the south, as well as news about the war between Ursus and Colombia.

Workers standing on the edge of the tower waved their glow sticks to signal the construction vehicles in the distance to come closer. A crane slowly lifted a cylindrical device and, with the assistance of an engineer, installed it on top of the tower.

Next, the construction workers used trusses and various support frames to begin building the equipment room at the top of the tower and the extended disc-shaped structure a distance below the device.

The entire tower will be further reinforced, with four hydraulically powered supports supporting its base. Then, various equipment rooms, reinforcement piles, and the outer shell will be installed one after another. This is a satellite communication station that Terra has been missing for a long time.

Of course, Kazdel lacked the capability to launch satellites. Therefore, the unfinished Starship III served as the space relay station. The Doctor unlocked some of the access restrictions, allowing Starship to transmit high-powered radio waves and various signals to Terra.

Due to the Originium Cloud, the communication radius of ordinary longwave radios is greatly interfered with, which makes it extremely expensive for Terra to maintain an international communication line. Their shortwave base stations can only cover urban areas.

Cities are maintained by relay stations in the wilderness, and a large number of people need to travel between the constantly moving cities and the fixed relay stations to perform maintenance work. In case of natural disasters, construction teams need to be dispatched immediately for repairs.

Xia Lin was unable to resolve this issue normally, but the gravitational wave beam communication remained unaffected.

However, he couldn't manufacture a communication device of that level; electromagnetic waves would definitely interfere, and lasers are also a type of electromagnetic wave.

Since the Originium interference itself cannot be resolved, noise reduction is an option. Although the Originium particle cloud is widely distributed, it is not actually very thick. After testing, it was found that if the signal source is pushed upwards through the atmosphere and the Originium cloud, the loss will be much lower.

Of course, this loss is only compared to ordinary radio stations. In reality, compared to communication on a normal planet, the energy consumption is also a geometric multiple, which is why this broadcast base station is so robust.

It even requires a small power plant located below the facility to power it, and the electromagnetic radiation it produces is enough to cause permanent damage to people who are not wearing protective gear.

Furthermore, due to the electrical friction, a bright beam of light can be seen shooting straight into the sky at night under special circumstances. These signals are then analyzed and amplified on the Starship before being transmitted down through the Originium Cloud, allowing any device in Terra with a specially designed antenna and decoder to receive signals from Kazdel.

At the same time, this equipment can also obtain publicly available information from other countries through normal relay stations and then broadcast it throughout Terra. As for its military applications, that goes without saying.

However, there is a very serious problem: portable devices can only receive but not respond.

Therefore, the design of satellite phones and satellite communicators was rejected. Instead, the shipyard tried to modify one or two transport ships into mobile base stations to handle the combat communication needs of the army group level, without fear of being eavesdropped or intercepted.

"Terra really did rise and fall because of Originium—" Nian sat on the roof, holding a bottle of fine liquor in his hand.

Originium enabled the Terrans to rise again after the disaster, but it also cost them a great deal in the process. The entire civilization was twisted into a bizarre form that no one could have imagined at the time. Who could have imagined that this universal mineral, which was discovered in space, would eventually turn into this?

"Master Nian, come down quickly, the war is over, no need to work overtime!" A vein throbbed on Nian's forehead, and he stood up abruptly, shouting, "Let's get a written agreement!"

The stranger was transferred to the observation team, and even if he hadn't gone, he wouldn't have been in charge of the military factory's tasks.

Therefore, all the processing tasks fell on Nian's shoulders, and overtime became a common occurrence.

Without the Originium Arts of the Strange Master, trying to forge cannon rails on her own is practically impossible now; she starts shaking whenever she sees a long, thin object.

Fortunately, the large-scale synthetic metal cold forging machine imported from Da Yan has finally been debugged and put into production. So now we don't have to roll the gun rails ourselves anymore.

“Da Yan ah—” Nian shook his head. Da Yan was simply a place where the advanced and the backward, the progress and the decay coexisted. From the perspective of cities, most of Da Yan’s cities had completed modernization or even a high degree of modernization. Neon lights were shining, and various small flying vehicles were flying back and forth between the high-rise buildings.

However, the stench of decay permeating this urban jungle is so strong that you can smell it even if you cover your nose. All sorts of advanced equipment are in service in the factories. Judging from the technology on paper, Da Yan has quite advanced weapons, warships and manufacturing technology. However, none of these things are being used where they should be.

Shipyards were swallowed up, expensive manufacturing equipment was easily dismantled and sold off, advanced technologies were shelved, and gentry who occupied the land were frantically plundering the country's assets, leaving only scraps behind. It was cyberpunk to the extreme.

However, its political system was no longer suitable for the situation of the Great Yan Dynasty, let alone for this era. It was only the power it had obtained from these "gods" that allowed the royal family to continue to exist.

As long as the royal family exists, things dependent on royal power will also exist. To be honest, Nian had thought more than once about simply tearing down this thatched hut and seeing what kind of stench could brew in this stagnant pool of gentry.

The idea that royal power or imperial power is an obstacle to modern society has finally become clear to me, not because it is corrupt or backward.

Even if it is a wise and powerful emperor, those new and outdated ideas will eventually become an obstacle.

For example, in the current Great Yan Dynasty, if we really demolished this thatched hut and let those gentry run the country...

It might even be a good thing, after all, there used to be an emperor, a charlatan and a big target, who could easily make the lower classes turn their spears against the imperial power.

The emperor, perhaps out of a desire not to die, would relentlessly exploit his subordinates, then transfer the profits to these inactive individuals in exchange for resources that would keep the country from falling apart.

But if this target is gone, and no one bothers to look after it anymore, and the storm is left to tear this dilapidated house apart, those who are pretending to be asleep will be forced to wake up in the cold wind and rain. They will either wake up or drown; there is no other way. That might actually be much better than this half-dead, stinking pool of water.

In the past, nobles could shift blame to the king. But now, capitalists can no longer find a king to pass the buck to; they will have to face the consequences they didn't have to bear before.

Of course, this is not absolute, because Master Nian did not know that the capitalists would soon find a new scapegoat and use identity severance and political correctness slogans to quickly extricate themselves from the situation.

But at that time, they probably once again leaped from the relatively progressive bourgeoisie to the remnants of feudalism.

"Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown..." Nian sighed. "Xi, how is things on the Great Yan side?"

"Nothing has changed, it's the same as before."

"Same as before, so what about the economic impact on Lungmen?"

"We haven't seen it on the market yet, perhaps the storm hasn't hit us yet, or perhaps we've hit a breakwater." The golden melons and silver eggs in the Great Yan people's cellar are the best breakwater to deal with the crisis of the local economic system.

"Well, speaking of which, will you be able to use the new communications station?"

"Yes, but there's no need," Xi said. "I can use this communication protocol to broadcast my signal. What do you want to do with it?"

"It's nothing, just asking. Speaking of those people you've been dealing with... to what extent have they gone?"

"It's still the same; they know nothing, and the experiment failed."

"I see..." What's a more convenient way than sending the brain? It's sending data chips, or even the information itself. And the project Xi was in charge of back then was soul imprinting.

This means converting human consciousness, memories, and personality into electronically stored data. In this way, a box weighing less than 20 kilograms could contain the entire population of Terra, or even no box would be needed at all; simply send a signal to the target planet, and they would reassemble upon landing.

The "Little Freedom" created by Xi is a testament to the results of this technological project.

However, the experiment was only half successful. The imprint conversion was successful, but they could not be called alive. They were like a segment in a loop, within this segment.

Whether it's the Turing test or any other personality test, it can prove that this is a person's soul, but beyond this segment, it is meaningless and cannot be called a person.

Xi stored these experimental subjects within her virtual server. Of course, besides using them for further research, she also used them to calibrate her mental correction module and to provide mental therapy and comfort to those within the Matrix.

"I'm sending you some new data and technical information, which may be helpful, or it may be of no use at all."

"From which place?"

“Hmm,” Nian quickly uploaded the previously obtained materials and textbooks to Xi, who glanced at them and said, “Very complete neuromedical materials. It’s hard to imagine how this material was obtained…”

"Then let's not think about it anymore. Let's see if it's useful and whether it can be used before we talk about it," Nian said weakly. "Also, what about the observation results?"

"The Jelagand base station sent a routine report that there were no changes, or rather, no changes worth noting. The sun is still the same. If it were in the past, many people would probably have raised questions."