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"Airdrop, it's an airdrop!" A triangular transport plane circled overhead, a string of parachutes opened, and then personnel from both sides on the ground, both military and civilian, ran towards the predicted landing point.

These Kazdel airdropped aid supplies are the only high-quality supplies currently available in Kavaleriaki, including useful items such as ammunition, food, medicine, and water purification tablets.

Of course, the other side's claim was simply to provide airdrop assistance to the Ursus frontline troops and humanitarian aid to the residents of Kavaleriaki. After all, without these repeated airdrops giving the warlords the illusion that they could take the city with just a little more effort, they would probably have already turned back to their own controlled territory in Ursus.

However, Kazdel also stated that due to technical reasons and the range of the aircraft, they could not achieve precise delivery and could only deliver to the combat zone with a high probability. As for who would ultimately seize the opportunity, that was not their concern.

They refused to allow landings and drops at Ursus airports, arguing that they lacked high-powered catapult equipment to launch the War Knight-modified transport planes back into service. They also refused to increase the number and frequency of airdrops.

The reason was even more practical: they had no money. The Kazdel Air Force presented the other side with a rather horrifying cost list, stating that unless Ursus occupied the city of Victoria, allowing them to sail their aircraft carrier into Victoria's territory, it would be extremely expensive to bypass Victoria's airspace and fly directly into Kazimierz via the Syracuse route.

The metal crate, trailing a massive parachute, crashed with a thud between abandoned buildings. The smoke generator on the crate ignited automatically, sending plumes of yellow smoke mingling conspicuously against the black cloud of smoke. A small Ursus unit had already spotted the crate and was using a metal crowbar found in the rubble to pry it open.

"Airdrop crate, drop the stuff!" A flash of light exploded in front of them, followed by the sound of foot knights charging. This small squad of Ursus people was surrounded by enemies several times their size and quickly turned into a pile of corpses.

However, before Linguang could even pry open the boxes, more people arrived one after another, including nominal allies and enemy forces from Ursus.

"It's all food and water!" The supply crate was pried open, revealing rows of military green carbon fiber boxes with the words "Emergency Military Rations" and "Specifications: 24 x 200g" printed on them. The other half of the box contained bottles of water and water purification tablets.

"We've struck gold! Let's get this over with!" Before more enemies arrived, the Linguang squad cut the parachute lines, wrapped the crate in the parachute, and tied the lines to the horses. "Go!" The Linguang squad, using these warhorses, was more mobile than either side, especially in this kind of terrain, and quickly pulled the airdrop crate back to the temporary command post.

Meanwhile, battles were constantly erupting for other airdrop landing sites. Generally speaking, Ursus received significantly more supplies, since the airdrops were placed closer to Ursus positions, whether due to range or various diplomatic factors.

“Emergency biscuits…” The Sarkaz sniper veteran, whom Nearl and the others had rescued from the rubble, pulled out a bag of biscuits and looked at it. “It’s best not to eat too many of these at once, or you might get mouth ulcers.”

"I ate this stuff for five years while I was in the army."

"Didn't you say you joined the army when you were very young?" Following the veteran's instructions, Maria cut off some of the bean sprouts and garlic shoots that had sprouted from the cut-open can, chopped them up, and put them into the army's small pot along with the broken biscuits, waiting for it to turn into a pot of hot porridge rich in protein, oil, salt, and vitamins.

"Yes, I spent seven years in the Sarkaz Royal Guard, three years fighting alongside the Regent, and almost ten years in the Kazdel army." The old soldier added some random things he had found to the small pot, stirring it slowly until it emitted an amazing aroma.

Maria couldn't understand how these rotten vegetable leaves, emergency biscuits, leftover sauce from canned meat, and other strange things could be stewed to produce such a delicious aroma.

"Then why did you only eat it for five years?"

"Of course it's because who ate this stuff in the first five years!" The veteran looked at her strangely. "Back then, our logistics were provided by professional mobile field kitchens, the kind with freezers. Although they couldn't compare to the lavish meals you noble ladies had, we still had good stuff like fried pork chop rice and macaroni with meat sauce every now and then."

"..." Suddenly, the Kazimierz soldiers around them felt that the biscuits and paste in their hands didn't taste so good anymore.

"However, such good things didn't happen in the following years. It's not that there were no kitchens like that, but not all battlefields had such complete facilities. So, we often ate these emergency biscuits and even stranger canned protein. I think you'll never forget that stuff once you've eaten it."

"Is it delicious?" Maria asked curiously. The other Kazimierz soldiers also perked up their ears. Although they only had biscuits and porridge in their hands, imagining a good meal to go with it wasn't so bad.

"No!" The veteran's face twitched a few times. "Once you've tasted that stuff, you'll find that even the biscuits in your hands are a delicacy."

"Hmm?" "It tastes about the same as toothpaste." It's a bland, tasteless, thick paste with only salt in it. However, it is undeniably a high-protein and high-fat food. When you're crouching in a trench in winter, you can pull the self-heating ring at the bottom, pinch your nose, pour it into your mouth, and swallow it. Your body will warm up quickly.

Products made by mixing insect protein and lard fat extract, then lightly salting them before sterilizing and canning them are hardly edible—but they are a short and extremely inexpensive way to supplement protein and fat due to their short processing time.

"Is all Sarkaz food this polarized?"

"To be precise, this is what the food in New Kazdel is like." The veteran stirred the porridge in the pot to release the aroma, then put a portion in each of the bowls of his unfamiliar comrades sitting around the campfire, and poured the last portion into his own bowl.

“In those years, I ate a lot of good food and a lot of weird junk food. I basically changed the menu every now and then. However, these are not our Sarkaz traditional dishes. If you survive and have the chance to come to Kazdel, I will treat you to our specialty, 'Rock-grilled Beef,' which you have definitely never tried before,” the veteran said with a smile.

"Mix and marinate the tenderloin and leg meat of a one-year-old calf overnight, then wrap it in paper, coat it with yellow mud, and place it in hot rocks until the mud shell is completely dry and broken by the steam inside. Then take it out and pour sauce over it to eat."

"Wait, a one-year-old calf? How much does this dish cost?" While most people were looking on with curiosity, a Kazimierz man, who was probably a farmer in the past, suddenly asked, "Are you Sarkaz so rich?"

"This dish used to be served only to royalty and nobility when entertaining distinguished guests, but now the requirements are not so high, although it is still a bit expensive."

"Oh, that's great!" Most people thought he was just saying it casually and couldn't possibly afford to treat so many people to such a good meal, but at times like this, everyone needs a little hope and a bit of fantasy to boost morale.

Chapter 92 Boss, is it too late to switch jobs now?

Chapter Ninety-Two

"Birdcatcher, why did you give yourself such a code name?" The young man lying next to the Sarkaz veteran looked curiously at the guy who was almost one with the ruins. "Shh~, don't talk, keep your body low." The veteran didn't answer, but pressed his head down hard on the rubble, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Rumble~" The heavy sound of treads finally came from a corner of the street. "Don't move, slow down your breathing, imagine yourself as a stone, clear your mind..." The old soldier muttered something in a low voice. Soon, the sound of dense footsteps and treads rolling over the ground came together. Ursus's military boots pounded the ground less than a meter in front of the young man, and the dust kicked up even hit his head.

Several minutes later, the veteran loosened his grip on his head. "It's over. Don't stand up straight anytime, even if you're an observer, unless you want to die." The veteran returned to his original posture, like some kind of decoration in a collapsed building.

"To answer your previous question, it's probably based on some of my childhood experiences. Back then, the tribe didn't have many pastures, and even in spring and summer, we would often go hungry. We would want to catch a couple of the feathered beasts flying overhead to eat."

"that's it?"

“Yes, that’s it. Later I heard that there was a kind of spider in Sargon that specifically catches small feathered beasts, so I used that as a code name.” The Sarkaz veteran pulled the young man back. “Time to get to work.”

Do you remember the rules?

"Assign targets according to threat level, prioritizing machine gunners who are firing, then mortarmen, then squad officers, and finally searching for other targets."

"I'll add a clause for you: you can search for enemy wounded soldiers and snipe enemy medical and combat personnel who are trying to rescue them." Terra has no war treaty, so attacking field hospitals is basically a standard tactic, and using wounded soldiers to attack enemy medics is also a common tactic.

Soon, the sounds of intense fighting came from the lower decks in the distance: "Report your positions!"

"Yes, 1 o'clock, distance 330, one machine gunner, weapon..."

"No need for such details, just the location, distance, and target are enough!" The veteran didn't fire immediately, seemingly waiting for something.

On the other side, the dense barrage of etching bullets pressed down on the knights of Kazimir, making it almost impossible for them to lift their heads. No matter how low the power of these inferior etching bullets from Kazdel was, they were simply too numerous to withstand.

Meanwhile, Ursus had prepared a machine gun platform—a civilian pickup truck and several rotating gunners—so there would be very little time between shots. This machine gun truck, along with other Ursus infantrymen rushing out of their bunkers, continuously compressed the position on Kazimir's side.

Soon, the main gunner felt fatigued and handed the machine gun over to the assistant gunner. A machine gun crew of three was just right to take turns resting, so that they wouldn't all burn out due to overload Originium Arts.

The assistant gunner had just taken the machine gun and hadn't even had a chance to load it when his skull was ripped off. The other ammunition handler was stunned for a moment before his head also disappeared. Now the machine gun team was facing a very serious problem.

"What's wrong with the machine gun? Why did it stop firing?!" The squad officer turned to look at the truck platform and saw the exhausted gunner staring blankly at his comrade's body, unsure whether to take over the machine gun.

"Sniper! Take cover!"

"Smack!" The squad leader's head also turned into a bloody mess, and immediately the entire Ursus attack force retreated back into their bunkers.

"Withdraw!" The veteran pulled the rookie spotter back. "A maximum of three shots per location, that's an ironclad rule!"

"But they..."

"Shut up, run!" It has to be said that his judgment was correct. On the way to the next sniper position, their previous sniper position was blown into a sea of ​​fire by Ursus mortars, and several artillery vanguards were circling in the sky.

"Don't just think about killing the enemy. We don't have much ammunition. You need to learn how to cause the most trouble for the enemy with the least amount of ammunition. This is the first lesson of becoming a sniper. Forget about what you learned as a sniper operator in the past. This is a completely different war."

Next, the veteran led this rookie to several different locations, sniping the marksman; breaking the enemy commander's leg and the medic who tried to rescue him, causing them to bleed to death while screaming in agony; shooting at the Originium fuel tanks, turning the flying Originium dust into a poisonous fog; and puncturing the enemy's water tanker, watching the precious fresh water leak out continuously. By the time the enemy realized it, half of the company's fresh water reserves had been lost.

"Alright, all 20 rounds of ammunition used up, call it a day. Those bastards on the other side are starting to search us. We need to get out of here, or we'll be trapped in their net!" The veteran pulled the rookie from the prepared zipline to another platform, then untied the zipline and let it break and fall into the abyss.

"Is our achievement today really useful?" After deducting the missed shots, 20 bullets could only kill less than 10 people at most. This number of kills seems to be of little use in war.

"Slap!" "Are you stupid?" The veteran slapped the rookie on the head, then reached out and pulled open the manhole cover of their hideout. "Useless. Do they really need to do this extensive search? Are drones free or are artillery shells free? Don't use your old method of judging by the number of enemies killed."

Meanwhile, the military strength of Ursus was rapidly weakening, and the fourth round of negotiations with Kazimir began. These warlords could no longer hold out. If they continued fighting, even if they captured Kavaleriaki, they would still be insolvent. Therefore, they began to seek a peaceful solution again to cut their losses.

For the Kazimirians, the war was already showing signs of wearing down Ursus, and they refused to budge on any terms, which ultimately led to the first three rounds of negotiations ending in discord.

In contrast, the negotiations between Letania and Ursus regarding the Principality of Kosichea went very smoothly. The two sides agreed to a temporary ceasefire based on the line of actual control, but Letania had to open its borders and allow the Ursus people to return to their controlled territory.

These conditions were not excessive, and Letania did indeed realize that after losing the Kazdel War, they needed to quickly redeploy troops to reinforce their southern defenses and extinguish the fires in Gaul.

The war that had raged for nearly a decade gradually died down in Terra, but this was not true peace; it was merely a temporary truce, or even a truce at all, because a new war began the moment the previous one ended.

Between Project Star and Project Shelter, Victoria preferred the latter. They were not like the Great Yan, who had a bunch of hidden bombs in the country and could not survive. If they chose Project Star, then they would have control over who got on the ship and who was qualified to board.

In contrast, the shelter plan allows for the selection of who to enter. Even though Victoria doesn't know much about the stars, she believes it's impossible to bring too many people and supplies up there. What will they eat? What will they use? How will they maintain the lives of the nobles? What will happen to their subjects and servants? These and a series of other questions make them more inclined towards the shelter.

However, Victoria has an inherent distrust of Colombia, while Colombia's distrust of Victoria is no less. They also have doubts about the refuge plan, believing it may be some kind of conspiracy by Colombia to deceive Victoria's national strength.

As for Kazdel? He was probably just an unlucky guy who got scammed, right? So, in the face of this struggle between the two schools of thought, Victoria's choice was: to do nothing!

Perhaps they felt that as long as they had the resources, joining the victorious side to reap the rewards when the dust was almost settled was the best option? It must be said that if one of these two options were to come true and ultimately succeed, Victoria's decision would be perfectly reasonable.

As the saying goes, "He who travels a hundred miles is only halfway there at ninety." The closer you get to the end, the more the resources of the participating countries are depleted. At this point, no one will stop Victoria, who holds capital, from joining.

The problem now is that the Vault Project is fine, but the Kazdel Star Project is likely to fail due to insufficient resources in the early stages and will eventually be abandoned. When both plans may fail at the last minute, Victoria's wait-and-see behavior seems unusually irrational.

"This is the core jade of the Yanshu technique! How strange! No matter how you look at it, this idea is so weird!" Everyone has seen CPUs with multiple cores, so this is nothing special. But a multi-core CPU with multiple logic gates is a strange thing that no one has ever heard of.

Simply put, the core of the Great Yan's puppet technique is not a single one, but at most eight and at least five. Apart from the main CPU, the remaining four are all logic gates. You can even think of it as a macroscopic CPU microscopic logic structure group.

What I mean is that each of these cores makes only one logical judgment, just like magnifying the most microscopic structure of a computer chip countless times. Well, to put it more accurately, it's like a large redstone circuit.

"But theoretically, it should take billions of such structure groups to complete such complex intelligent programming!"

The idea of ​​Da Yan wasn't unheard of before. To put it bluntly, the reason why it's necessary to burn casters or wet components is to use biological neural electrical signals as the medium for control. Without using casters, the triggering structure of large Originium devices is too complex to be implemented in a CPU.

The same applies to other extreme environments; as long as these things are made big enough, that's fine. Take this kind of jade nugget, for example. A fist-sized piece of synthetic jade, as sturdy as a diamond, is difficult to damage, whether by vibration or various extreme environments.

"They utilized the Originium Effect Field's ability to be superimposed in a staggered manner, allowing these Originium Cores to actually perform countless logical judgments and interactions simultaneously. In short, the entire design process was extremely complex. The Great Yan's prohibition of such things wasn't solely due to political considerations, but may also be because..."

"It's a massive Originium field radioactive source; the larger it is, the greater the radiation. Based on the Originium field resonance theory..." Kal'tsit pulled out her tablet. "The Terrans within this field have experienced varying degrees of Oripathy infection rates, with the highest increase reaching 47% due to factors such as physical condition, lifestyle, and daily routines."

"It is estimated that the large-scale use of mechanical soldiers and puppetry by the Great Yan Dynasty caused considerable troublesome aftereffects. After overcoming the crisis, there was no need to use this method on a large scale."

“Moreover, multiple machine soldiers will cooperate, in other words, the Originium Field will be larger and stronger, with more overlapping and misaligned elements. Each machine soldier is an information node, and while the entire army becomes more intelligent…” Ling tapped the sample on the table, “it will also turn the entire army into a walking natural disaster, using natural disasters to bombard the demons. I didn’t know how Da Yan did it at the time, but now I think I understand. This effect is not what Da Yan wanted; it can only be described as an unexpected bonus.”

"However, it's not a big problem for us. Our work site is in outer space, where the Originium particles are not as dense as in the atmosphere, and we don't have to worry about Originium Sickness with unmanned spacecraft," Old Xia commented.

"However, we'll have to find another way to develop manned spaceflight in the future. But it is indeed an idea. Just because the Great Yan can't make the nuclear jade smaller doesn't mean we can't. What if we take inspiration from semiconductor computers and make the nuclear jade smaller?"

Just like how large vacuum tube computers that used to require power plants to operate have evolved into today's home computers, the computer performance required for aerospace is not actually the most advanced type—so, if you really think about it, it can be developed in at most twenty years.

The premise is that this approach is indeed feasible. "Then what we need to tackle now includes the production process of nuclear jade. First, we need to build a large-scale artificial computing array for testing, then tackle the technology of large-scale integration of Originium logic matrices, followed by control algorithms, automation logic, and so on. After that, we expect to launch a manned spacecraft in 4 to 5 years. Is that alright?"

"No problem. By the way, Lao Xia, why do you seem not to have aged?" Although the average lifespan of Terrans is slightly longer than that of Earthlings, it's still largely due to the influence of the two-dimensional filter. People will still age eventually.

“I have been injected with anti-aging drugs. In fact, these drugs have already been mixed into the popular vaccines. We don’t have the luxury of letting these people we’ve trained retire now.”

Is it effective?

"It has some effect, in terms of prolonging youth, but not much in terms of prolonging lifespan." Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the laws of nature, and most of the long-lived species in Terra are very watery, except for the Year, whose brain is located on top.

For example, Theresa May and Bojocasti were contemporaries. So here's the question: if a queen had truly reigned as the supreme ruler for over a hundred years, even the authority of a figurehead like the Queen of England would not be easily shaken—why would there be any need for a regent? The domestic opposition would have been completely purged long ago.

Therefore, both Theresia and Theresis have actually used long-term hibernation chambers to create the illusion of being immortal beings. This is also a common practice of the Sarkaz – there is no more effective way to maintain the mystery of the Sarkaz court.

However, this brings a new problem: the nobles and dukes below rarely see the Demon King. The Demon King goes into hibernation and sleep periodically. Of course, this secret is not made public. Instead, he entrusts some of the daily affairs to his appointed confidants. He wakes up every now and then to maintain the dignity of the royal court.

This naturally leads to a weakening of the rule. On the one hand, this sense of mystery allows the royal court to maintain a unique dignity and authority. After all, when the ageless and immortal queen shows no signs of aging, people are indeed afraid to cause trouble.

On the one hand, this also led the nobles to choose to have the military committee composed of nobles resolve all matters except for major events, so that the Demon King hardly needed to make any decisions.

Therefore, when this demon king, who merely acts as an adjudicator and appeaser, and in a sense also serves as a representative of the highest divine authority like the emperor, actually tries to wield real power and issue "chaotic decrees," the noble rebellion of the military council becomes a normal occurrence.

Imagine the Queen of England suddenly ordering the dissolution of Parliament.

Theresa's suicide was also out of necessity. If she hadn't died, her prestige would have only declined, and more and more nobles would have realized that while the Demon King's special status was not nonexistent, it was definitely not as terrible as they thought. At that point, the Sarkaz royal court would have fallen apart—and of course, she would have also taken advantage of the Demon King's unique position to create a deep pit for the opposing nobles.