Chapter 896: Twelve. For the motherland (1)

"last minute!"
In the low-pitched space of various machines, the countdown recitation for the official is particularly loud. The staff in various uniforms unconsciously straightened their backs, and the uniformed models who were already sitting on the front of their chests now stood up one by one, as if they were about to fight the enemy immediately.
Obedience to authority and respect for order is their unique national character. Being in a facility that guarantees safe operation with various regulations and facilities, and a small mistake may change the fate of thousands of people, they are becoming more cautious.
In this way, the pressure will of course increase simultaneously.
"...6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. 1. Gentlemen, time is up!"
The Duan Guanguan shouted in a tone like the artillery squad leader ordered the artillery. The soldiers and scholars who had long been hungry opened the lid of the bowl, and after sucking a big scent, waving the sucking noodles with the fork.
The troops stationed in the base generally purchase fresh food from nearby towns, and those bases that play an important role are no exception. Even under the title of "extremely dense", in the deserted ice sea or desert, there are also The hidden channel is responsible for supplying the base with fresh food. Unless absolutely necessary, under normal circumstances, the guys stationed at the base will never move to the canned luncheon meat and instant noodles in the warehouse. Since the military school era, these two representative foods have become a common nightmare for all defense generals. Only those guys who can’t think of it or have different tastes will eat the garbage in the base.
The same is true of the Saint-Die base, which thoroughly implements secrecy and high-intensity management. Due to the high level of confidentiality and cumbersome inspection procedures, the freshness of the ingredients sent into the base is not ideal. Even so, canned lunch meat, MRE and instant noodles in the underground warehouse have never been less. If it is not in a situation of imminent combat, the level of security is raised to the highest level, and the logistics channels of the base and the outside world are fully controlled. All personnel must be on standby at their respective positions, so they are too lazy to make instant lunch noodles.
"...The habit becomes the habit, the stomach still hurts."
Frowning and chewing the piece of meat in his mouth, Professor Werner Braun complained with a sour face, and a group of white lab coats heard a wry smile that he could no longer agree with.
You are the chief designer of the Defense Army's guided weapons and long-range weapons project, the pearl of the scientific community of Alfheim. Dr. Braun looks like an intern who just walked out of the university campus and entered the society. It is hard to believe this. The half-sized guy is actually the core figure of the world's most cutting-edge murder weapon research and development team. Looking at the appearance of this chewing instant noodle, one can't help but subconsciously raise the questions "Is this guy really reliable" and "Is it okay to give this guy such a dangerous job"?
In addition to the long puberty of the elves and the many facets of baby faces, the so-called "because of each other's heart", this seven-point naive romantic, three-point crazy attachment character is also truly expressed on the face. For this reason, it is normal for someone who knows a little bit about the technique of knowing and seeing people to be at ease to see this person.
To be good, Braun is a typical technician. Towards a less-than-good direction, this is a product that should be taken as a specimen in a museum and tells everyone what a "crazy scientist" is.
This is not a joke. Braun was a senior science student in elementary school. Because he accidentally became obsessed with rockets, he started from a hardware apprentice and stepped onto his rocket path step by step. In addition to the development of various conventional rockets, Braun and his colleagues in Charlemagne like to cram people into two kicks and fly for others. Different from foreign counterparts, this one played the second kick. The piles of winged manned monkeys will not say anything. What about rocket-powered combat craft and delta-wing long-range rockets? Just a "drink vodka for the little pigs, loaded in high overload return artillery shells Go out to test the effect of the possessiveness of the goddess." If it weren’t for the Chief Executive’s three orders and five applications, Dr. Braun would really use his precious national resources to satisfy his personal interest in
sending people to the moon
.
Finally, his talents are genuine, and he has contributed a lot to the research and development of the project for a long time. Not only has he not been kicked back to his hometown to bite the pickle, but he is now the official to the project supervisor. If the war ends with the victory of the elf camp, the surname prefix is ​​added " "Feng" and the baron title are also appropriate.
At this point in life, there should be nothing to complain about. Professor Braun felt only a suffocating pressure at the moment.
The scientific community has never been a sanctuary without human fireworks. Scientists are not pure and flawless saints. Most of the time for funds, reputation, and faith-these things they call vulgar things, they will have clear barriers and fights. endlessly. If we add the big premise of nation and race, this kind of struggle will be more intense. The elf technicians belonging to the defense army can be said to be a model, whether directly or indirectly, the technicians are carrying more or less lives behind their backs.
Compared with the crazy spy doctors in the "water supply department" and "protection umbrella project", Braun is a conscientious intellectual. Before actually sending people to heaven, he insisted on experimenting with animals and dummy dummy, rather than "human volunteers". It is also because of this moral cleanliness, what is about to happen makes him feel very uncomfortable, almost to the point of suffering from mild gastric ulcer.
"Professor, you should think differently."
Admiral William Leinster Dongeber, commander of the Saint Die base, wiped his mouth and dropped the napkin. The side serviceman stepped forward to withdraw the dinner plate. The major general reached out unconsciously to the chest pocket and glanced up at the dazzling smoking ban. The sign retracted his hand again.
He continued with a soothing tone:
"Look, we are actually doing good deeds."
"Good thing?"
Braun tilted his neck to look at the Rear Admiral. The other party was not joking or having a problem with humor. But... turning a prosperous city into purgatory and letting tens of thousands of people die instantly in a desperate way-this kind of thing and "good things" seem to be no equal.
This is by no means a good thing, any wise guy will say so.
"Professor, this is a kind of cleaning operation. Our business is to sweep away the life and ideas of the polluting world from the ground, while practicing the cruel rules of self-preservation of species, and to promote the world to return to its original natural form."
Dornberger expounded his sacred face—and at the same time the theory that has recently become popular in the right wing of Alfheim.
"It may have been easy for too long. Some of our compatriots-such as the left-wing people, pacifists, humanists, and the Virgin Mary-have forgotten that we are the closest to nature among the intelligent species, the laws of nature It is our roots, and the root of natural law is'natural selection, weak flesh and strong food.' They regard competition, struggle, and extinction among races as sins, advocating pacifism and racial reconciliation, and relying on the tolerance of the consul, Spreading those poisonous thoughts, poisoning the people of unknown truth, polluting the next generation. Reconciliation? Don’t joke. In nature, the most common relationship between races and races is always struggle and extinction."
Plants fight for sunlight, land, and water, and animals fight for survival and continuation of races, as is the society of intelligent creatures. Taking the continuation of race as the highest priority, achieving this goal by destroying other races has always been the main theme, and this is a natural and rational product.
"Deify the life itself that belongs to nature, and dismiss the part that does not conform to the deification as beastly and irrational. This hypocritical irrational morality will spread more and more, and one day it will turn into a plague sweeping the whole family and even the whole world. In the end, people forget the awe of authority and order, the death penalty will be abolished, and the law will be used to protect criminals, livestock and the unsound weak, and weaken the values ​​of the strong and educated. One day innocent pedestrians will be human After the bomb exploded, more people would immediately run to the street to comfort the bomb clan, and Da Yi shouted awe-inspiringly, "You don't want to get our hatred." ~EbookFREE.me~Victims will not come over; because they still have the possibility to be educated; but if anyone eats a dog or a cat, he may be condemned for cruelty, even Sentenced. The so-called shameful, nothing more than that."
After speaking in one breath, the major general took a sip of iced lemonade, ran his throat, and spoke again.
"This war is an excellent opportunity to let the facts tell our compatriots what is common sense in the world. While hitting the enemy and gaining, it will save the world from the plague of hypocritical moral relativism and return the rational order."
"It's crazy."
Braun stretched his hand and pressed his forehead. He felt that he could not understand the ideas of racists and right-wing soldiers in his life, and he could only shake his head with a wry smile.
"Crazy? Professor, the war is crazy."
With a sneer, Major General Dornberger uttered a sentence that would make Walner Braun remember words for life.
"War has no human nature, and there is no honor. Victory is the only purpose, and murder and destruction are means. As for human nature and morality...the two things that are destroyed first by war are these two."
The professor who was staring at the other side with a long sigh sighed and turned his gaze to the big screen. On the display terminal, 40 ramp tracks point directly to the west, and the end of the ramp is a strange aircraft. These cylinders with straight wings have a beautiful spun tapered head, a pair of slightly smaller flat wings at the tail, and a chimney-like tube at the back.
Only a few people know how terrifying the power of these unbelievable little things will change the form of the battlefield in the future. More people-especially those outside the elf camp, have nothing to do with it. know.
The time in the upper left corner of the big screen shows that efforts are being made to shorten the world's intelligence refresh time, 67 minutes before the world's first long-range rocket-guided weapon debut.