I, transformed into a vampire girl, sparked the Industrial Revolution.

Chapter 324: My Blood Type Engraved on the Armband



Chapter 324: My Blood Type Engraved on the Armband

"The flowers are so beautiful."

"Yes, this season is just right for everything to come back to life,"

"good."

Two soldiers crouched beside a shell crater, a small flower stubbornly raising its head. One soldier picked up a small megaphone. In front of them was an M-60 tank that was burning fiercely.

A few brilliant shooting stars occasionally streaked across the night sky, like one falling dream after another. The soldier sighed. A T-72B tank drove by and stopped in front of them.

"Let's go, the final assault has begun."

The man nodded, and music slowly began to play from the loudspeaker. A squad of soldiers from the Ministry of Defense sat on the tank. The Universal Star Group had provided the Revolutionary Front with tens of thousands of sets of various equipment, including all-terrain camouflage vests of all types, from 6094 to AVS, and countless helmets, from the MICH2000 required by ordinary soldiers to Ops-Core Future Assault Shell Technology Helmet.

Individual soldier equipment is a factor that the Global Stars organization attaches great importance to, because this field not only serves the function of personal protection, but will also promote the development of protective equipment for extreme environments.

After learning that Portland already had a large number of factories and stockpiles of M193 5.56mm ammunition, all the defense personnel who went into battle, as well as the equipment provided, were converted to AR-configured rifles. A large number of 11.5-inch URG-I upper receivers and M4A1s appeared in the hands of the West Colombia Revolutionary Front.

比起其他使用5.56X45毫米的势力来,M4A1更先进,虽然防卫部不指望这些M4能压制敌人,但算是把军工厂里遗留下来的产能全部送上了战场。

"This place is so warm, but the road awaits—the footprints we have left behind."

"Starlight-like dust clung to the combat boots."

"Soft chair cushions and checkered carpet, a trigger that wasn't pulled..."

Tanks roared, and the soldiers listened to the music in silence. In the distance, the glow of electricity was replaced by the flashes of artillery shells and fire. The wind lashed their faces, striking everyone's faces. They remained silent, saying goodbye to the music.

A fighter jet launched a flurry of thermal decoys into the sky, like festive fireworks, while a surface-to-air missile was fired from dozens of kilometers away, exploding in the air in a burst of sparks.

The soldier remained silent, letting the electric guitar awaken his feelings for his hometown, a village in the wind and snow, with a few pine trees, a few wells, and dirt roads encircling a wooden house. Inside the house was a fireplace, and his poor but still smiling parents.

Black bread and salted meat, a treat that could only be eaten once in a long while, were roasting by the fire, accompanied by a malted beverage. The wooden cabin creaked and groaned, carrying with it the old reclining chair, my father's favorite old reclining chair, which rocked gently like a cradle.

It sways gently, gently.

"My blood type is printed on my sleeve, my number is printed on my sleeve—wish me luck in the war, wish me luck..."

The tank swayed gently, the soldier shook his head, the sergeant's boots stepped on the grass, followed by a second pair of boots, and a third pair.

"Spread out! Battle formation!"

An F-4 fighter jet roared in, dropped bombs on the enemy positions in the distance, and then sped away, leaving the positions shrouded in darkness.

The soldiers picked up their rifles and stepped onto the battlefield.

"Don't stay on this field forever, don't stay on this battlefield forever—wish me luck! Wish me victory!"

Boom!

A shell struck the tank's front armor, and the explosive reactive armor blasted the explosive charge of the shell apart, sending debris flying everywhere. The music player, which was used to play music, was also ejected somewhere.

Two armored brigades directly under the Ministry of Defense, which were also the two armored assault brigades originally responsible for the development and defense of Qunxing City, were deployed to the assault operation on Highway 77. Checkpoint 77 was littered with tank wreckage, and at this moment, several F-4 fighter jets, which were responsible for ground attack, dropped heavy bombs.

The sound of M4 tanks rang out, and on the other side, the heavily damaged California Republic troops did everything they could under the onslaught of these new tanks they had never seen before.

Another tank platoon was destroyed once again. Two SU-33 fighter jets, which were on a search and destruction mission on the battlefield, fired four KH-25 air-to-ground missiles at the entire tank platoon, completely destroying the four M-60A1 main battle tanks.

A T-72B tank and an M-60 tank flying a red flag were driving on the main road at the same time. A war correspondent took a picture of it, and the tank and infantry began to charge at the position in front of them.

A roar echoed in the sky as a massive airship sailed toward Portland. This warship, equipped with 244 vertical launch cells, 12 close-in weapon systems, and an entire "Hive" air tactical unit, was the Vigilant II aircraft carrier cruiser. Its enormous size was powered by a shipborne reactor, and with the help of mechanical cranes on both sides of the hangar and the magic-guided anti-gravity units, it could launch its SU-33VIOT vertical takeoff and landing fighters without relying on a runway.

Such a behemoth is now above them. As a large anti-gravity airborne cruiser, the Vigilant II now assumes the responsibilities of regional air defense and forward air control command. The Starships even assigned several escort frigates for deception/airspace control, equipped with electronic countermeasures devices, radar and Standard Missile II.

Its target—the Lockheed Research and Development Laboratory in Portland—is one of the few airports in West Columbia that has facilities for the research and development/maintenance of airships.

Now, on the laboratory airfield occupied by armed workers, a huge, unprecedented aircraft lies quietly inside.

Lockheed CL-1202 is part of Lockheed's ambitious plan. Unlike airships, this huge aircraft does not carry a magic anti-gravity module, but instead uses pure aerodynamics.

The United States Air Force wanted to design a high-altitude, long-range, endurance aircraft that could fly at altitudes beyond the range of the SA-2 air defense missiles currently in service with various countries. This aircraft would allow the Marine Corps to engage in combat in distant battlefields and could carry at least 12 fighter jets.

Why not continue developing air-to-air combat ships? Because when air-to-air combat ships fly high enough, the lift they need will be greater, and at the SA-2's range altitude, high-altitude turbulence would sweep away everything from the flight deck of every aircraft carrier.

This is the CL-1202. Lockheed's most insane scientists and engineers completed the first prototype, but this prototype did not meet the requirements.

First, they lack a power source capable of supporting at least tens of thousands of kilometers. The magic industry has developed to the point where self-charging magic crystal technology is very advanced, but if it is a conventional self-charging magic crystal block, it will take at least a month to fully charge. The magic crystal block that is capable of completing such a feat is huge, which is unacceptable.

The prototype was powered by the third-generation Magic Compression Engine technology, but on the eve of its assembly, the Civil War broke out, and the ensuing series of political changes rendered the prototype useless.

After all, during the Civil War, standard military fighters were more important than other epic behemoths, and all of Lockheed's factories were converted to produce F-4 fighters, which were then mass-produced and laid up at various California Air Force airfields.


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