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Chapter 606 The Engineering Team Wants to Build an Airport Here
Not long after Atlas's battle fleet appeared, Hake, the leader of the faction who had "left in anger" after the breakdown of negotiations with Cassius and others, also received a report from his subordinates.

In the armored command vehicle he was riding in, he contacted the commander of the garrison fleet and cursed at him, accusing him of deserting before the battle even started.

The latter was desperate at this point and started to curse at Hack, angrily accusing him of not treating the garrison fleet as human beings and wanting them to carry out such a suicidal action of hitting a rock with an egg - anyway, the garrison fleet had already put itself at a safe distance, so no matter how he cursed, Hack couldn't do anything to him.

While these two once "like-minded" comrades were now tearing each other apart because of the arrival of the Atlas fleet, Cassius also completed the exchange of information and intelligence with Ramos.

"So, Captain Cassius, you want us to launch a deterrent orbital strike to undermine the other party's idea of ​​continuing to refuse negotiations, right?"

"That's right, Lieutenant Colonel Ramos~"

Cassius confirmed and emphasized again:

"We must pay attention. We only need a deterrent orbital strike. Even if it's just firing a single shot at an empty space with no one in it, the other party will definitely understand what we mean."

"Don't worry, Captain Cassius. We don't want to engage in violence with the other party during business activities."

Ramos on the other end of the line smiled and continued:
"Don't worry about the professional capabilities of our combat fleet. Among all combat items, orbital strike is the subject that we assess most strictly. I don't know why the boss has very high requirements for the gunnery officers and gunners of each warship, and the shooting accuracy is at an extremely strict level~"

"Hahahaha, I feel relieved now that you said that!"

Although Cassius seemed to be relatively calm on the surface and was chatting and laughing with Ramos, this was actually his first time to experience a business negotiation with half a combat fleet "supporting" him.

God knows what the Boss's considerations were. Not only did he equip each "action group" of the financial business center with high-level escort forces, he also directly dispatched fleets to "cover" some areas that showed a low "willingness to cooperate" in the early intelligence.

Cassius never thought that he could use the fleet above his head as one of his bargaining chips in a business negotiation.

This feeling is really true.
So cool.

It's like in a debate, our debater's next 'argument' is to pull out a pistol from his bosom.
"So Captain Cassius, which area do you want the orbital strike to hit?"

Lieutenant Colonel Ramos' voice brought Cassius back from his distraction. He immediately opened the virtual map - on it there were already some 'pre-selected project construction areas' marked by the Investment Department and the Engineering Department.

"Well, let me take a look. The Engineering Department said before that they wanted to build an airport, and they just needed to open up a large flat open space."

Cassius scanned the uninhabited area on the map carefully, muttering:

"Speaking of which, after the orbital strike, the large open space opened up should be able to be used as an airport construction area, right?"

"That's no problem. As long as preliminary exploration confirms that this area is suitable, orbital strikes can indeed help level the land."

Ramos nodded, not finding anything troublesome about Cassius' request.

After all, one of the current training subjects of the Atlas combat fleet is to conduct orbital strikes on the ground in dangerous areas to provide a "clean" landing site for the landing troops, or to open up an open space for ground engineering troops to quickly carry out infrastructure construction in a field environment.
"That's no problem, Lieutenant Colonel Ramos. I have already transmitted the relevant coordinates. I'll trouble you from now on!" Cassius said sincerely, without the arrogance of those "business elites" in other companies.

"I have received the coordinates. This place is not far from where you are now. Are you sure you want to attack these coordinates?"

Ramos asked with a frown after seeing the coordinates, because the coordinates Ramos sent up were less than 50 kilometers away from Atlas' temporary camp on the ground.

Cassius: "That's right, shoot right here! The leader of the force that negotiated with us just left not long ago. If you fire your cannon down now, he will definitely see it clearly!"

"Okay, now that it has been confirmed, I will organize the orbital strike. I wish Captain Cassius good luck in the next negotiations!"

"Hahaha, thank you! I believe that with your bombardment, all problems can be solved!"
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Not long after, the two light cruisers responsible for carrying out orbital strike missions entered the strike orbit and maintained at the operating altitude.

The subject of Earth orbital strike is already a very mature subject within the Atlas combat fleet. All levels of warships, starting from light cruisers and above, need to complete a series of assessments related to orbital strike operations before they can be officially put into use.

That is to say, the Atlas combat fleet also does not keep "idle ships". Each warship is no longer performing a single fleet combat mission, but is developing in the direction of multifunctional combat.

The two light cruisers were quietly staying in the low orbit of the planet. To the surrounding satellites, their huge bodies looked like a moving fortress, and their metal shells shone with a mysterious and cold light under the bright light of the stars.

On the bridge of one of the light cruisers, the captain calmly sat in the captain's seat, watching the gunnery officer arrange the entire process of the orbital strike.

As the ship with the highest orbital strike score in the fleet, the captain of this light cruiser did not have any special ideas for today's strike mission, just like the usual training.

"Attention all posts, prepare for orbital strikes. The attack coordinates have been bound, and the final identification of the attack area is in progress." The artillery officer's voice was steady and powerful, and also carried an inherent confidence.

"The weapon system has completed self-check and is ready to attack at any time." An operator reported with a focused expression.

The artillery officer nodded slightly, his eyes still fixed on the screen on the workbench in front of him, which displayed a high-precision image of the ground synthesized from images taken by synthetic aperture radar and optical lens.

The coordinates sent by Cassius were of an abandoned automated farm. The engineering team had been planning to raze it to the ground and build a temporary airport.

In addition to being deserted, the farm is now infested with some insect pests that are aggressive to humans, so the area has long become a "forbidden zone" for locals and no one would go there on weekdays.

Despite this, several electronic attack ships in the fleet hacked directly into the network in the area through the communication satellite in orbit, and issued an attack warning to everyone, asking them to stay as far away as possible.
"The two ships have completed the synchronization. The 'Rainstorm' has established a temporary remote control channel!"

"The fire control unit has locked onto the attack coordinates that have been entered!"

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"All main guns on the ship are ready to fire at the same time. Load No. 6 alloy. Increase the mass to 2200 grams. Reduce the initial velocity of the heavy metal particle flow to 542 kilometers per second!"

"The high-energy laser at the front of the battleship adjusts its wavelength to 8MM and begins atmospheric interference!"

The gunnery officer skillfully read out the contents of the 'Checklist'. After a large number of ground attack tests, the Atlas combat fleet also developed a set of 'standard firing tables', and many data settings were more precise than before.

When all the checklist processes were completed, the gunnery officer looked back at the captain of the light cruiser, and when he saw the latter nodded slightly, he immediately snapped his fingers.

"Fire!"
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Including the leader of the faction, Hake, in the armored command vehicle, everyone near the attack area only felt that several dazzling "beams of light" suddenly flashed across the sky.

Before they realized what was happening, they saw the distance suddenly "brighten up", and the day seemed to turn into night in an instant.

I don't know how long it was before I felt a strong tremor from the ground beneath my feet, followed by a deafening roar. The sound was like thousands of angry beasts roaring in the sky, and the rolling sound waves made everyone cover their ears.

In the distance, at the location where the 'explosion' occurred, an extremely hot heat wave was centered on the landing point of the heavy metal particle jet, sweeping in all directions like a surging tide. Wherever it went, everything was instantly ignited.

The dry weeds on the farm turned to ashes in an instant, and the dust that was raised was baked into a glass-like substance by the high temperature before it could dissipate, and it shot out to the surroundings with crackling sounds under the ultra-high pressure.

The trees near the automated farm were even more vulnerable. The thick trunks first made painful "crackling" sounds under the impact of the heat wave, and then broke and burned like fragile matchsticks. The raging fire instantly engulfed the entire forest near the farm. Flames shot up into the sky, thick smoke billowed, and the originally clear sky was dyed dark.

A large number of abandoned agricultural machinery in the automated farm were instantly blown away by this powerful force, tumbling in the air like fragile toys, and then directly vaporized by the high temperature and disappeared without a trace.

Along with bright lights, heat waves and earthquake-like shocks, a powerful shock wave raged through the air.

This shock wave was like an invisible giant hand, ruthlessly destroying everything along the way. The strong buildings and half-buried grain storage silos on the farm were like paper in front of it, and they collapsed in an instant.
"This is 'industrial beauty'. This is indeed the real aesthetics."

Cassius, who had put on sunglasses in advance, stood on the roof of the cabin vehicle with other business representatives to watch this "visual feast".

Like other employees of Atlas Group, they were all impressed by this "industrial beauty" and the purest power after working for a while.

As the flames in the distance gradually disappeared, a communications specialist came to the side of the quarantine vehicle and waved to Cassius.

"Team Leader! That Huck contacted us and said he wants to sit down and have a serious talk with us again!"

(End of this chapter)