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In fact, that's exactly how the entire operation was carried out. It wasn't planned by any intelligence agency; it was purely a spontaneous act by three young people, who successfully completed this absurd mission in this whimsical way—because reality doesn't need artistic embellishment. Therefore, they didn't actually encounter any military dogs along the way, nor did they run into any border checkpoints.

"All boxes are packed and secured. Evacuate!"

"Bonebreaker, mission complete, meet at the exit point!"

"Got it!" The truck sped away from the block, and after traveling a distance amidst the chaos, it entered an underground highway tunnel.

Afterwards, they stopped at an inspection port. Half of the people escorted the boxes, making it appear as if they were escaping through the inspection port, while the rest transferred to a White Rabbit Candy Company vehicle and headed out of the city.

However, the cargo in the truck became the spoils of this operation, while the candy was originally in another box. The more than 2 tons of sugar would burn with the gasoline, creating a sign of destroying evidence and incidentally causing some more trouble for the Chernobyl military and police.

"Hoo—" Yelena leaned back in the passenger seat. Her original robes and other belongings had been thrown into the box, where they would be burned along with the incredibly expensive staff.

Now she's only wearing a tight vest and shorts, revealing her fair waist. I don't know if it's because she's well-nourished or because she's reached puberty age, but compared to her thin and short appearance at the farm, she's now much fuller.

While not as broad-minded as Mudrock and W, she's close to Skadi's level of "great tolerance".

The staff was deliberately discarded; its sensitive technical parts could easily be destroyed by high temperatures.

However, a portion of the remaining structure will remain, and no matter how Ursus investigates, he will only find Black Serpent's technology and a small number of strange devices with unknown functions.

Unless Kosiché is willing to allow his bodyguards to thoroughly search his residence and research institute, it will be almost impossible for him to clear his name.

Of course, according to Lao Xia and Kal'tsit's analysis, it is more likely that the Ursus people will not investigate to this extent, or have not investigated to this extent yet, and simply find those mobs as scapegoats to get by after starting the investigation. However, at any time, it is best not to rely on the enemy's stupidity for the safety and secrecy of the operation.

Even if they are truly incredibly stupid, it's best to treat them as sharp-eyed and quick-thinking detectives. If they aren't used, it's just a waste of the preparation work; if they are, they could be the key to saving an operation.

Not only Yelena, but everyone else had also changed into cool and revealing outfits, making them stand out in Ursus.

Because of their conspicuousness, such a high-profile individual is unlikely to be suspected of being involved in this incident.

At the checkpoints leading out of the city, the riots inside had led the guards to block the entrances and exits. Several automatic crossbows were aimed at the roads, and trucks coming out of the city were stopped and inspected without hesitation.

"It's from the White Rabbit Candy Company. They just restocked the stores in the city. There's a huge commotion inside, and we still have money with us, so we can't stay long."

Naturally, someone went to negotiate with the guards; it wasn't that no one was interested in the payment for the White Rabbit Candy Company's goods.

However… after glancing at the folding thermobaric cannon on the other truck, the guards abandoned their plan to temporarily become bandits.

As everyone knows, the company's behind-the-scenes bosses are those people from the north. They are much more capable of fighting than rioters. If they really robbed their payment, they would probably be unable to survive on either side.

"Let it through!" No one checked the cargo box, because they had said it contained payment for the goods. If anything was missing, they would be held responsible. These people from big companies were clearly planning to betray their own company, but they just couldn't find a suitable excuse or opportunity.

After a quick check of the entry and exit documents and the rest of the vehicle except for the boxes that were supposedly for money and cargo, the roadblock was raised by the guards, and the driver casually slipped a hard, square-shaped object into their hand.

"This is a candy box from the company. Take it back for your child to try..." The guard captain shook the box in his hand. Neither the sound nor the weight indicated it was candy. His eyes flickered slightly, and he accepted it without saying a word.

After the convoy left, they opened the box and found a large stack of new Ursus currency and still-circulating physical silver coins. Dividing it among the team members, it was a considerable sum.

"Well done. After this is all over, I'll treat everyone to a drink at the best bar..."

The captain smiled happily. Most of the companies under the Xia Group were very generous, and people of all social classes in the city liked to do business with them.

Ordinary people hope to work for the other party's companies, while the infected want to get their cheap medicines and are envious of their Oripathy-specific medical insurance.

Officials and businessmen, on the other hand, simply have a good impression of the huge annual hospitality and public relations expenses.

The Xia Group has an annual special entertainment fund of approximately 3 million Lungmen dollars, used for dealing with nobles, officials, and wealthy businessmen at all levels. This might seem to put enormous pressure on the company. However, in reality, the pressure is not that great.

On the one hand, the amount of money spent on hospitality is disproportionate to the benefits gained. Typically, when 3 million is spent on hospitality, the benefits that nobles and officials sell out are around 90-150 billion Lungmen dollars, a return ratio of 1:30-1:50. There is no more profitable option than this.

On the other hand, this amount of money would only be so large if it were all converted into LMD, and if it were actually converted into LMD and given away, the effect might not be as good.

In reality, whether it's luxury goods, thoroughbred horses, top-quality rare ingredients, beautiful gems, glittering gold, or even Originium Ingots, which are extremely easy to convert into cash and difficult to detect during times of war, they are all highly questionable to the Xia Group.

For example, the turquoise diamond the size of a pigeon's egg that Count Andreyev kept in his safe at home successfully won him over, causing the protests against the Xia Group's establishment of a sugar industry base in Chernobyl, which had nearly driven local sugar companies into bankruptcy, to disappear within days.

The cost of this diamond, excluding the cost of polishing and the designer's labor, was simply the result of Old Xia hiring over a hundred bored Ursus men during their off-season to rummage through dozens of newly salvaged kimberlite cones that looked like ice cream cones for an afternoon.

Of course, if it were to be sold for cash, as long as Lao Xia doesn't cause a massive disruption, this gem would fetch over 3000 million Lungmen Dollars.

Even if the price of luxury goods plummets due to the war, they can still sell for 600-800 million Lungmen Dollars—as long as he doesn't flood the market with unsold goods or disclose the cost of these items.

To avoid creating another economic crisis, most gemstones end up in decomposition tanks, turning into bauxite and other rare materials. Only a very small number with artistic value are collected and processed by professional designers and craftsmen.

Part of it was used to bribe enemies when necessary, part was used to store and convert into cash to deal with tight funds, and the scraps left over were used to make medals and other souvenirs—Kazdel's medals are very valuable in every sense.

In particular, the Gold Heart Combat Medal is indeed 7% gold. The purple heart in the center is carved from a high-quality purple gemstone. Theoretically speaking, even if something happens to the combat heroes who are awarded the medal in the future, such as losing their benefits or Kazdel's financial problems, they can still live well by selling this thing.

According to the assessment of the professional appraisers hired by Swire, assuming there is no flood of gemstones on the market, the value of such a medal, even disregarding its commemorative and collectible value, is enough to allow an impoverished family to live a middle-class life simply by virtue of its gemstone and gold value.

Of course, these are the highest-level ones. The remaining ones are not as valuable, but even the lowest-level ones can generate enough income to cover more than a month's normal expenses for a soldier's family.

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Chapter 47

The truck successfully passed through the gantry and entered Kazdel, then proceeded to the new power research base. The ancient reactors, which were then packed in boxes, were disassembled one by one and began reverse engineering.

Of course, it's more accurate to call it a reassembly and repair rather than reverse engineering, because there are complete maintenance and design drawings available. However, due to limitations in Terra's industrial technology, many parts are no longer feasible for production.

The entire reactor consists of seven parts, with the three main core systems being: the effect force field control system consisting of the console and control panel; the reaction system consisting of three effect field generators and a series of particle circulation diverters; and the energy conversion system consisting of a large number of stone-like parts that are similar in material to synthetic jade but completely different.

The remaining four subsystems are a protection system to prevent external interference, a transmission system to conduct energy and reduce losses, an automatic fuel supply and throttling system, and finally a safety control system.

The effect force field control unit and control board are reusable; simply put, by combining the three control units, a larger unit can be assembled. However, the rest require reverse engineering or replication.

“Let me start with my side. I can produce this isomer that’s similar to synthetic jade, but not the other parts,” Old Xia said. “They are essentially synthetic jade, just a three-dimensional circuit array made up of countless thin sheets of synthetic jade. The processing technology is similar to the Star Alliance’s nanoprinting. However, you manufacture them using etching technology, while my technology may be able to produce them at a faster rate.”

"We can handle part of the alloy protective barrier with the Stranger. In addition, the Dragon Steel of the Great Yan can be remelted and used as a structural replacement."

Nian continued, "However, the core control board and force field effect unit can be reused; they can be installed as long as the framework calculations are correct."

“There’s nothing we can do about the reaction system and effect field generator. We lack too many supply chains…” Ling picked up the wine flask and took a swig. “The raw materials aren’t a big problem, but processing is a huge issue because we don’t have Originium particle directional impact tools and a series of components. However, the good news is that most of the components are replaceable, provided we can dig up enough relics to dismantle.”

"The fuel supply and throttling system can utilize Miss Eyjafjalla's technological achievements. However... in reality, there are still significant differences, so it's best not to have too high hopes."

"As for the final security control system, there's absolutely no way to figure it out. As for the particle splitter, I suggest going to those ancient relics and staffs that still remain. They basically all have ancient Originium devices."

"So, does that mean we have to scavenge for one-third of the parts now?" The doctor stroked his chin. "And there's no guarantee how long they'll last."

“That’s right, unless you can find a storage warehouse of the ancients,” Nian shrugged, “and then dig out a huge pile of unopened components.”

"This is still a simplified method after solving the most critical computer problems with wet components. Otherwise, the difficulty would be even greater, because we would also need to build a computer laboratory to develop a computer system based on this advanced matrix cube."

"I still have some unused quantum packaging chipsets on hand. However, importing and converting the computing methods and programs might be a bit difficult." Old Xia also had some supplies he had found inside the spaceship.

"So, we can start building the skeleton now? It probably won't be in time for the general offensive in the north."

"We're too late. But have you figured out a solution for the Letanian warships?"

"Not for now, but warships and mobile supply depots cannot replace their will to fight," the doctor said. "Although only fools would hold the idea of ​​'will to fight' or 'weapons to fight'. However, the will to fight is still crucial at this time, especially..."

Especially since their comrades were no longer of one mind with them, even the most powerful weapons still need people to use them.

If the loyalty of the person wielding the weapon cannot be guaranteed, then it becomes difficult to say who the weapon truly belongs to.

On the northern battlefield, the released prisoners of war returned to their occupied territories and were subjected to strict scrutiny and investigation by noble officers. Many of them did not die on the battlefield or in prisoner-of-war camps, but were hanged in their own countries.

However, compared to the lower-ranking soldiers and officers, the noble officers were not subjected to any harsh treatment. After all, in past wars, it was quite normal for captured nobles to pay ransoms.

Under these circumstances, morale at the front lines plummeted. Soldiers from Letania, Gaul, and other regions unknowingly formed small cliques, began to communicate secretly, and occasionally glanced at each other with strange looks.

This atmosphere was clearly noticed by the higher-ranking officers, who intensified their suppression and investigations, prohibiting soldiers from gathering together unnecessarily. If more than three people were to gather together, they had to report what they were doing, or they would be dispersed by the military police.

The engine room of a land-based cruiser in the Leitania fleet is devoid of gentlemen. The sweltering heat and high temperatures prevent officers and military police from ever entering this hellish place filled with pipes and boilers. This is the lowest level of the warship, and it has now become the gathering place for the fleet's crew.

"Rudolf, the letters from your home, the kind that haven't been censored." Military correspondence naturally undergoes censorship before being sent to the front lines, and similarly, letters sent back by soldiers are subject to the same censorship to prevent the situation at the front from being exposed and to avoid the leakage of military secrets.

The letter, damp with sweat, was filled with crooked, illegible writing that was difficult to decipher under the steam. It contained only two words, but they were completely different from what was advertised.

First, the prices of food and other necessities have risen again.

Secondly, there are fewer jobs in the factory, and the family income has plummeted. They urgently need their husbands and children on the front lines to send some money back home, otherwise they will soon have to beg on the streets.

"This... I mailed all my monthly military pay back home!"

"Oh, this? Next time, it's best not to use the military's mail system. The censors and those old men at the post office won't let anything you send back go unnoticed. Those worthless banknotes are fine, but valuable gold coins and Lungmen dollars will definitely disappear along with the mail in transit," said the chief engineer, who was distributing the mail.

"Sir, where did these letters come from?" Several soldiers noticed something was amiss; the letters' origins were clearly suspicious.

"Don't ask too many questions. This was sent through some secret channels."

"Could it be..."

"Just know it, don't ask or say anything."

"But isn't that treason?"

"Treason? Which country? I, you, and they are all Gauls. The Letanians and Victoria divided our country, but that doesn't mean we will agree with them," the chief engineer said noncommittally.

"And have you heard? Those Gauls who were captured at the front and released were all stuffed into concentration camps, where a batch are hanged every day. Are you really willing to be loyal to these Letanians?" Silence fell over the engine room.

Emails were distributed, secret gatherings were organized, and behind the scenes, more and more Gallic soldiers and some Letanian soldiers gathered, waiting for an opportunity to come.

"Whoosh!" The whistling sound of the shells made everyone on the position involuntarily lower their heads. The shelling had been going on for several minutes without warning. Based on past experience, the enemy would soon stop this futile behavior.

But this time was different. On the horizon, accompanied by the booming of artillery fire, more and more bluish-gray armored vehicles appeared in the twilight.

Night combat is no challenge for Kazdel, whose various night vision and infrared devices provide them with sufficient visibility even at night.

With the Odin Tank at its core, the Thunder Hammer Armored Personnel Carrier as support, and fast, light "Light Cavalry" Tanks on both flanks, it is a standard armored attack formation.

Behind the attacking force were mobile artillery and mobile missile launchers that were being deployed and rotated, as well as small transport ships and mobile airfields carrying the aviation mages.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" Dense numbers of drones and Hummingbird fire support aircraft filled the sky, their propellers whirring as they whipped the air.

Although there were no large units such as land-based ships, a pressure different from that of a fleet advance instantly took hold in the hearts of everyone on the entire northern defense line.

"Bang!" The cement and steel anti-tank bollards that the Leitanians had spent more than half a month setting up were highly anticipated.

However, Odin's charge destroyed the cement and metal along with the front-mounted obstacle remover, which was a modified ore crusher.

Most of the obstacles in Letania were made of inferior scrap metal and cement blocks, rather than professional military-grade high-grade cement and alloy steel. Only a very few key areas had these properly manufactured roadblocks, rather than the inferior results of frontline soldiers working under the pressure of officers.

The dragon flame shells and frost impact shells fired by the mobile artillery ignited half the sky. The cold air currents mingled with the flames, and the clash of hot and cold stirred up the atmosphere. Irregular gusts of wind began to rise on the battlefield, carrying sand and stones, which greatly affected the accuracy and visibility of the defensive firepower of the positions.

"Boom!" Odin's railgun opened fire, and the same fragmentation shells and arrows rained down on the position, making it impossible for anyone to lift their head. The armored personnel carriers behind suddenly accelerated, chasing after several canisters that were thrown out and were accompanied by white smoke as they rushed into the position.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" The automatic electromagnetic crossbow on top planted a patch of metal grass in the trench, while assault soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor jumped out from the rear door, using the vehicle as cover to fire at the firing points on the position and attempt to capture the position.

The standard mechanized infantry coordinated attack mode is only slightly lacking in output from the drone units that replace the attack helicopters.

Neither the 40mm grenade launcher of the hummingbird nor the spell gun of a regular drone has enough firepower and is too fragile.

Drones were being shot down continuously, and the quadruple anti-aircraft ballistae imported by Letania never stopped firing. The ballistae had a slow rate of fire and were quite large. Therefore, countries including Colombia were considering using new technologies to replace them.