I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

State-owned enterprises and the country can both share profits from the luxury goods sector. The higher the punitive premium, the more the two will get.

To put it bluntly, the richer you are, the more money you own. You have to survive in the framework set by the alliance's elite.

The central government can use this part of revenue to make transfer payments to basic social public infrastructure, while the intricate network of personal connections of state-owned enterprises throughout the alliance can minimize the possibility of these people playing tricks.

This is a dirty trick that Medea thought of to divert conflicts. When you are in power, you can act fairly to seek benefits for the grassroots people and pave the way for your promotion.

After retirement, you can still use your connections to create wealth for the state-owned enterprises and expand your own interests. Anyway, as long as you follow the rules, you can get all the benefits without worrying about anything and there will be no risks.

And if you want to join forces with local big companies to do something small, it will harm the interests of most people in the alliance, including your old colleagues in politics and the alliance entities behind them.

This is the way Media imagined large state-owned capital should be operated, using officials to control officials and using capital to counter capital.

John's wife covered her mouth in surprise when she saw this scene. John smiled and shook his head: "With a few dollars, he doesn't know who he is. He must be crazy to ram a military vehicle."

Although he has retired honorably, he still understands how the alliance works and the logic behind it.

There is no order without rules. Someone used to say this every day. Here he was referring to the rigid rules that cannot be changed by anyone's will.

You can be ambiguous about legal provisions that have derivative meanings, but if you don't follow the wartime laws that clearly state the scope of the rules and restrictions, you're simply asking for trouble.

Wartime laws basically mean that the military will exercise a certain degree of military control. One of the most important core ideas of the military is rules and discipline.

It is your ability to challenge loopholes in the rules, and I will find and fill them when you exploit them.

But if you challenge the rules, you will die. If you can't tell the difference between these two points, then even if nothing happens to this guy today, he will get into trouble sooner or later.

After this little episode, military trucks drove in one after another. Everyone lined up obediently and waited to get on the trucks. The soldiers patrolling and standing guard around with gun barrels in their hands were much more effective than words.

In comparison, ordinary residential areas were much more chaotic. A large number of citizens were carrying large and small bags as if they were fleeing. No matter how the soldiers explained, they were reluctant to throw anything away. Even more people were arrested, and the police cars were unable to catch up.

But it's of no use. This area is an old city area with a large number of elderly people. Those who were captured were more like being asked to leave than being captured.

Anyway, there will definitely be people left to guard the prison, and the prisoners will not be relocated. It is also one of the few safe areas in the city.

"Oh my boy, it's only been a few years since we've been through such hard times. It's such a pity to lose such a good thing. I feel so bad for you, Auntie."

"Auntie, you really can't bring this live chicken!"

"Hey, hey, hey, that old man! Put the bench down quickly. You can't take this with you."

The young officer was like a small boat in the vast ocean, squeezed by the surging crowd around him and sweating profusely.

The platoon leader saw that one area had become somewhat messy and could not help but mutter, "Smelly boy."

"Uncles and aunties, the organization has ordered the masses not to bring anything other than valuables, because the destination has already prepared everything you need for survival, including clothes, food, and shelter!"

The platoon leader walked up to the old lady and looked at the chicken in her hand. He said patiently, "Auntie, the organization has a rule that if you take one less item, you should take one more person. This is for everyone's safety. Think about it, if everyone does this, this car may not be able to stop here today, and the car that is supposed to pick you up may not have arrived yet."

"If you like, I will buy your chicken at the market price and we will eat it! We will not waste any food, and the same goes for the food brought by other people! But you are strictly prohibited from bringing other sundries! You can bring two sets of clothes for changing."

The platoon leader has said everything he should say. If it still doesn't work out, we'll have to take you away and eat in the same pot for a few days.

The old lady thought it through and said, "Well! If we throw it away, we won't bear it no matter what, but we have to give it to you soldiers. I give it to you for free! Anyway, you can't take it away."

"That won't work. You have to pay what you owe. Otherwise, it would be a violation of discipline."

As the crowd was making noise, there was a dense sound of propellers turning in the sky above Ongita, and hundreds of Challenger helicopters flew low over the crowd's heads.

When Paul saw that they had entered the city, he put away the gun in his hand and leaned down to look. He saw long lines of trucks passing through the main intersections, quickly carrying people towards the safe state behind.

According to the Alliance military's estimates, Ongita is basically the last line of defense that the Alliance can accept, as the population here is relatively small.

Behind Onjita are more than a dozen states with tens of millions of people. By then, the difficulty of maintaining the defense line will increase exponentially.

After all, what the alliance is worried about is not the large number of zombie beasts. No matter how many there are, they can hold on as long as there are no problems with logistics supply.

But it would be troublesome if the zombie beasts were allowed to break through to densely populated areas. The strength of the Alliance's industrialized weapons is based on a super-strong logistics support and supply system. The thing they are afraid of is that problems in the rear will cause the front line to be cut off from material supplies, and then everyone will be left with a useless fire stick.

Command: [The rapid response group is 190 kilometers away from Kurgas State. The bomber group is about to pass over your airspace. Reduce your speed.]

Pilot: “Roger that.”

Paul looked up at the sky after hearing that. It was hard to see clearly in the dark, but the densely packed night navigation lights on the belly of the plane were particularly obvious under the night sky.

The Challenger helicopter is actually very fast when it accelerates at full speed, so it is necessary to notify in advance to reduce the flight speed, otherwise the fleet that overlaps with the bomber's bombing route may be in danger.

Paul spat out the gum in his mouth, put on the gas mask shaped like a fly's head, activated the green low-light night vision goggles and started working.

The bomber crews in the sky began to descend, and densely packed cylindrical cluster bombs and cluster white phosphorus bombs were dropped, leaving only a central empty space without being bombed.

"I saw the target point."

Five minutes later, the Challenger fleet arrived over the area, and the armed gunship's double-barreled Vulcan cannon and the rocket launcher at the bottom began to spew out flames.

The corpses of the beasts below fell down in groups like wheat being cut.

"It will take another ten seconds..."

In the firelight that occasionally lit up around them, the cabin crew dropped a large ball of thick rope and gave Paul a thumbs up: "Ready, start rappelling, quick!"

Chapter 306 Constraints and Shackles

[Cabancia has always been in cahoots with the Allies. This time it is a conspiracy between the two sides. They want to prolong our battle line. ]

[Mission objective: Hold the position for 1 hour and 32 minutes before the airship troops arrive, and establish enough frontier positions for the alliance to resolve and control this doomsday-level threat. Over.]

He raised his gun and quickly locked the target. Under Paul's lens stained with holy water, the zombies were displayed in an ominous red color, which was extremely conspicuous in the green scene.

The cluster bomblets scattered on the ground in the distance also reflect the same red light to prevent them from being accidentally stepped on by soldiers of their own army.

Under the command of their respective captains, everyone with guns raised began to advance steadily outward. Most of the zombies were stopped by cluster bombs, giving them plenty of time to deal with the remaining monsters around them.

The three-point shots that sounded from time to time represented the death of a zombie, which was why the General Staff would deploy air defense forces to various nodes to create breakthroughs.

Better marksmanship and psychological quality, coupled with sufficiently sophisticated equipment, can greatly reduce the pressure of logistics scheduling.

【12 o'clock direction, scale 30-50. 】

[At 9 o'clock, the area within 200m was temporarily cleared. ]

[3 yards at 300 o'clock, about 700 in number, need supporting firepower. ]

"Correction, 3m at 250 o'clock, confirming target... ready to fire."

The anti-aircraft vehicle that was hoisted over by the transport helicopter turned its turret, and the parallel double-barreled machine guns lowered their barrels to spray a torrent of metal forward. The violent kinetic energy instantly tore apart all the carbon-based creatures in the area, and the tide of zombies that had just appeared to be of a certain scale was instantly dispersed.

"These monsters' costumes...are they all Cabanthians?!"

"Looking at the source of the outbreak, I think it's correct. Most of the area should have been destroyed. I remember that Cabancia has a population of tens of millions. How long will it take for this to end?"

Paul casually smashed the head of a corpse beast with a tap. "The combat effectiveness of these things is very weak. With weapons to defend themselves, Xia should be able to hold on for a while. The situation is not that bad."

Thirty or fifty years ago, this would have been a huge problem.

But today, decades later, it is basically impossible to break through the defenses of an organized firearms army by relying on the most primitive close-range attacks of biological beings.

Even if they didn't encounter a team like theirs, they wouldn't be able to break through the bolt-action rifle and machine gun formation.

However, the Union government, which was meeting all night to coordinate the large-scale migration of people from neighboring states, clearly did not think so.

In other words, the ideas of Paul and other frontline soldiers do make sense, but the main use of some weapons is not necessarily how strong their frontal lethality is, but their unparalleled soft kill capability.

At the military level, we have absolute confidence in confronting the alliance head-on, and as long as there is enough time, we can eliminate as many enemies as possible.

But the most shameless thing about this thing is that it doesn't care how many you solve. Without consciousness, there is naturally no morale. Even these things themselves are transformed on the spot.

In a sense, this thing is more likely to destroy the alliance. The main population of the alliance is ordinary people, and ordinary people are the foundation of everything.

Industry needs people, and the army also needs people. The strength of the Alliance lies in its unparalleled blood-making ability, and the red mist can transform ordinary people into a pile of moving waste and rotten meat in a short period of time.

This special ability alone makes the Red Mist extremely threatening to the Alliance. As long as it successfully breaks out within the Alliance, it will cause huge losses to the Alliance.

Therefore, even if they have not been affected, even if the distance is still far away, the population will be migrated as soon as possible to completely cut off the possibility.

"It's not a good idea to always feel passive like this."

"We have been subjected to numerous terrorist attacks, each one more serious and more nasty than the last. But we have never retaliated."

Anna held the shrunken Medea in her arms, fed her fruit and complained.

Medea dozed off while eating. She felt very sleepy now.

"Hmm (chewing)... Because they don't have scruples, but we do. Isn't there a way for us to achieve a similar effect? ​​Yes."

"For example, there are many grasslands and plateaus in the Alliance's Palia, and many Alliance citizens are troubled by several special diseases. The bacteria derived from various special insects have caused the Alliance to spend a lot of effort to popularize basic medical science knowledge."

"To date, the Palia region is still the most advanced medical technology and the most densely populated area in the Union. So far, we can only reduce the risk of infection through prevention and early treatment."

"And 45% of the Britian Empire is highly similar to the Palia region, and the upstream of the main drinking water river is in Ernesto's territory. Do you think if I want, can we do something about the upstream?"

"Our chemical technology has reached a certain level. There are so many poisonous gases that can cause death and disease. Our bombers have such a long range. So why have I been unwilling to let them use them? Could it be that artillery and bombs are more lethal?"

Mitia shook her head. "Because we are far from the point where we need to resort to any means necessary. We are not fighting for the success or failure of a war, but for the right to speak with the mainstream world of the entire continent."

"Doing this will only make everyone from the kings and nobles to the common people and even the slaves resentful of us. After all, the epidemic does not discriminate between classes."

"If we win through despicable means, we will only be portrayed as a cruel and merciless tyranny, which will give them an excuse and reason to unite together."

"The vast majority of those who suffer are definitely the lower-class civilians. They will also be filled with fear and hatred towards us. It is very difficult to change the minds of such people, and our slogan of liberating the world will be difficult to stand on its own feet."

"If such a group is included in our alliance, it would be like the enemy has infiltrated our ranks. How can we govern and manage them in the future? How can we distinguish between friend and foe?"

"As for the winners and losers on the front battlefield, our post-war ideological work will be very easy to do. Die with dignity, win with dignity."

"Those who sacrifice their lives for the country are martyrs, which is a universal value we promote. We have created a social environment that respects the heroic deeds of all ethnic groups in order to subtly change their thinking."

"We shaped this idea. Although they don't think this way, they just think this is what they want, because in turbulent times they need heroes, and they also need heroes to live well. They are also afraid that if they join the army, they will be liquidated later. They will jointly maintain this idea."

"It's a psychological thing. Only when we respect and recognize some of their ideas, they will listen to our ideas later. Understanding and tolerance are the only way to advance the relationship."

"And winning fairly has become our shackles."

Chapter 307: Treat others the way they treat you

"We cannot carry out terrorist attacks, we cannot use poison gas bombs, and we have to think carefully before using even napalm bombs. Isn't it to prevent them from having the opportunity to discredit us?"

"Look at what they can spread now? It's just that the people in the areas we occupy are living in dire straits. But these rumors will be refuted as soon as our troops arrive."

"If possible, the Allies want a banner of justice far more than we do, but they can't get it, and they can't stand on it. This time is just the final madness."

“War is only a means to an end. Winning or losing is not determined by appearances.”

"The people of the Kingdom of Cabancia were forced to become victims. This incident will completely nail them to the pillar of shame in world history."