Tomorrow's Ark, the journey of hardcore and ruthless people

The great achievements of the previous civilizations supported the current Terrans.Although the orcs don't understand how to manufacture a giant frame with a span of hundreds of kilometers, they only understand the extremely complicated production catalog to "select the next row and then select the next row".But they just can have new mobile cities driving on this land.

However, the smaller land craft is different - this is an industrial product that the Terrans themselves master; from the chief engineer to the ordinary workers, they are all Orcs, and from the gantry crane to the wrench, they are all shipbuilding products that the Terrans know how to make and use. Driven out of the factory.

That is to say, to manufacture a mobile city, you only need to provide "sacrificial supplies" according to the list of automatic factories; while the cost of manufacturing land ships, from labor to production line construction, is completely borne by Terra natives.

Now back to the level of military applications.Land ships, which are expensive and limited in number, and extremely difficult to face complex terrain, are indeed powerful, but they cannot afford to lose them; and mobile city blocks... Although they can carry stronger firepower and protection, they are larger Things will only have worse mobility.And the huge amount of raw materials makes this thing extremely expensive.

As for all kinds of vehicles, it can only be said that miniaturizing a huge system is the most difficult thing.The vehicles that come out are either extremely expensive or not mature enough to be practical at all. (Note 1)

In the end, the main force of the war still fell on the shoulders of the oldest arms-infantry.

This is how the current social situation affects the form of war.Under the constraints of various factors including specific technology, Terra's war form has become the current situation...

The rapid chime of the alarm bell rang.The major of the Land Fleet of the Fourth Army of the Ursus Empire and the captain of the large destroyer "Calm" Andrei Berkonsky put down the "A Brief Analysis of Technical Problems in the Terra War" in his hand, got out of bed, and began to put on his own clothes. coat.

A rapid communication ringtone suddenly rang. Belkonsky, who had just put on his sleeves, picked up the phone and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Illegal departure from the port! The patrol ship 'Potemkin' ran away!"

"So early?" answered Berkonsky. "Is there an order from the Fleet Command?"

"It must still be a mess!"

"Okay, I'll go to the bridge right away."

Berkonsky hung up the receiver and took off his medals one by one.

As a son of an officer and aristocrat, he directly became the colonel of the cavalry regiment when he joined the army.The arrangement for him at home was to go through the motions in that regiment, which was famous for being chaotic and disorganized, to increase his resume; but he just turned that cavalry regiment into a model unit among the cavalry units of the entire army.

It seems to be his instinct to disobey the "arrangement".When he came into the sight of several military leaders of the group army because of this achievement, and his future was bright, he actually resigned and applied to serve in the Marine Fleet; as before, he rejected his family's arrangement for him to serve on the capital ship. I chose to board the destroyer with the worst environment among the fast ships, and successfully became the captain of the destroyer quickly, and became a model captain.

Such a feat separated him from the children of military aristocrats who had no knowledge and skills but mixed seniority.For example, at a young age, he successfully pinned a large number of gold-rich medals and medals on his military uniform. One of the other noble children would be enough to brag about.

As for civilians, even if they serve as soldiers for the rest of their lives, it is almost impossible to achieve the rank of second lieutenant.

The major fastened the revolver and the saber that had been with him since he was fifteen, threw the last medal and the epaulettes in the desk drawer, and closed it.

He who loves "disobedience" will carry out the biggest disobedience in his life.

Andrei Berkonsky produced the red armband—it was just a piece of rotten red cloth.It looks out of place on the gorgeous and exquisite military uniform.

But that doesn't matter.

The captain turned and walked out of the captain's bedroom, and walked in the cabin corridor of the destroyer "Calm".In the corridor, there are three steps, one post, five steps and one whistle. Sailors also wearing red armbands and holding short rifles salute the captain.The captain also returned the salute seriously and seriously, and walked into the bridge unimpeded all the way.

The other aristocratic officers did not appear, and low-ranking officers and soldiers who were born as commoners or even serfs took their place.This is not enough to affect the navigation operations - except for Berkonski, the other noble officers are all mixed-qualification oil bottles, and the actual responsibilities of their posts are assumed by the civilian officers and soldiers present.

The chief of communications handed over the microphone to Berkonsky.Just by listening to the sound, you can know how chaotic the Fleet Command on the opposite side is: Noisy shouts and quarrels rang out, and piles of important information were poured into people's ears:

"Notify the city defense artillery to fire! Stop the 'Potemkin'!"

"No, the defected warship announced that it has hijacked many officers on it!"

"Which ships can immediately pursue?"

"There are only a few patrol ships on duty! Their speed and firepower cannot suppress the 'Potemkin'!"

"Which are the fastest high-speed warships that can sail?"

"The destroyers 'Wrath', 'Boldness', and the light cruiser 'Varyag' have just reported that they are ready to leave the port for a long-range patrol mission, and they will depart in 10 minutes!"

"*Usas expletive*, it's too late!"

A calm and calm voice suddenly sounded in the noisy voice: "The 'Calm' calls to the headquarters, and the 'Calm' calls to the headquarters!"

"This is the Fourth Army Land Fleet Command, please tell me!"

"I am Lieutenant Commander of the fleet, Captain Andrei Belkonsky of the high-speed destroyer 'Calm down', requesting the pursuit of the 'Potemkin'."

"This is the commander!" The hurried old male voice suddenly sounded, and people could hear the old man who was the commander of the Land Fleet personally ordering, "Is your ship fully in place and ready to go?!"

Of course, the noble officers who were locked in the bilge and guarded by armed sailors could not ask for help on the bridge at this moment.So the captain replied loudly: "The 'Quiet' has entered the state of readiness!"

"Approve the request, attack immediately!"

The communication was transferred to the port control office: "This is the port control center. Calmness, please follow the instructions to prepare for the action...Okay, the front of your ship is clear, get ready-wait, what are you doing?!!!"

Belkonsky glanced at the "Manifesto of the Integrative Movement" placed on the podium for the last time, then turned his head and ordered to the first officer next to the car clock: "Calm, advance four!"

**

PS1:

Author: So motor vehicles, ghost king robots (crossed out) steam mechs, and even land ships ran all over the ground, and as a result, there was no mechanization of the army, and the explanation of cavalry day and night and infantry forming a large phalanx, it should be almost the same. ?

Sand Sculpture Group Friends A: Well, group leader, have you seen the story of tractor clusters pulling and moving cities in Bagpi’s hometown?I think the miniaturization and cheapness of this vehicle may already be very high.

Sand Sculpture Group B: Yes, look at those masters who race every day and Victoria’s agricultural machinery.Why is this small origin stone engine so expensive?

Sand Sculpture Group Friends C: Cars on the streets of Chernobog.jpg Cars running all over the ground.jpg

Me: ... (dark crawling) (screaming) (twisting) (spasm) (roaring) (nailed in a coffin) (rotting vocal cords) (growling)

"Hawkhorn I *civilized reading*, hear? I *polite words*!"

Chapter 15 Strike

The pursuit and flight continued, their subject being the long voyage.

After complex map work and radio tracking, as well as psychological and behavioral analysis of the defecting ships, the captains who held a meeting on the flagship of the pursuit fleet "Varyag" confirmed the pursuit plan.There was nothing worth mentioning except that someone asked Berkonsky in passing why he did not wear a medal.

Then comes the long voyage.

Taking advantage of the fact that it was still early before the battle broke out and the combat readiness level was low, Berkonski personally confirmed the handling of some matters in the radio room, and then returned to the bridge.He opened the red book with a peaceful expression, and used his own small reading light to read on the bridge that was only illuminated by red light when it was in combat readiness—this violated at least the four combat principles of the land fleet of the Ursus Empire.

He loves reading history books.And this book has a unique and logical analysis of the history of Terra, and it is indeed a pleasure to read...

……

In the origin stone industry, the more advanced and complex it is, the more directly mastered the technology of the country's economic lifeline, the more complicated and obscure its origin stone skills are; if you want to learn and master such skills, you have to pay a huge cost.However, in the end, it is "talent" that determines whether a person can master Originium skills——

This determines whether more advanced productivity can be mastered.

What's more terrible is that spell talent is highly dependent on heredity, and the purely sociological concept of "bloodline" directly has a physiological and economic basis in Terra.In the field of industrial production and technology research and development, it is completely the world of Originium technology users.The slightly more complicated origin stone skills still depend on the artist, and the development of the origin stone skills depends even more on the master of the origin stone skills!

Advanced productivity is linked to technology, here technology is linked to Originium skills, and Originium skills are linked to blood relationship.By virtue of their monopoly on Originium's talent, the nobles directly monopolized various economic lifelines.The means of production are directly linked to blood, and are owned by the nobles, and they are owned by "only I can use", which has become an insurmountable gap.

In this case, ordinary people also suffer from extensive oppression, but they are the "reserve" of the infected, and their discrimination against the infected is just the result of deliberate guidance.The real root of the problem lies in the aristocrats, or the extraordinary class that monopolizes advanced productive forces, that is, the group of masters of Originium skills.

The only way to completely solve the problem of infected people is to break this dilemma.To break this predicament, we must develop advanced productive forces that ordinary people can master without Originium skills.Mobilize and arm the masses of mortals.

Advanced productive forces have a broader labor force base, and are bound to defeat backward productive forces that rely on blood and talent, thereby replacing old production relations with new ones...

Berkonsky lost himself in rigorous logic and eloquent argument until the battle sirens suddenly sounded.

**

Fourteen "Ferrus-Manus" battle tanks are marching through dense woods.He Fan, a lieutenant colonel of the Marine Corps of the People's Federation of China and the tank company commander of the Terra Advance Team of the 113th Division of the Extraterrestrial Armed Production and Construction Corps, is checking the visor display of the tank's work helmet.

"He Fan" is not his original name.Most of the unlucky traversers choose to enter the 40K dead lottery with a new name.The basis for the new name basically comes from their original screen name.

Of course, there are always twists and turns. "Silly dog" is the code name of a certain interstellar warrior company commander.But this interpretation is better than the "standard operating procedure", so in the end I had to hold my nose and accept it.

The process for He Fan to decide on his pseudonym was not that complicated.Anyway, he already liked a certain online modern war literature, so it wouldn't hurt to use the tank commander in it as an alias.

As a veteran armored soldier who spanned the era of the old Empire and the Human League, He Fan drove a Leman Russ battle tank and commanded the Emperor's Baneblade super-heavy tank.And at the beginning of the Battle of Casavallok, when the entire Titan Legion fell into a critical moment of Chaos Rebellion, they commanded an ordinary armored regiment and Fourth Master's artillery to urgently reinforce the planet's space port.

They joined forces with Comand, who tried his best to block the enemy's initial temptation, and stubbornly withstood the rebel Titans who lacked infantry support. The armored soldiers alone achieved the result of destroying one Predator-class and three Wardog-class Titans.

In the ensuing counterattack, this armored regiment took the lead, leading the largest armored assault since the Battle of Tallarn.After suffering heavy losses, the regiment joined forces with various allies to plant their respective regimental banners on the last destroyed Chaos Titan.

After marking their own number as an honorary title, the regiment quickly changed to a new type of Ferrus tank. As an elite armored force, it often exists as a battle reserve for the entire star region.

The Ferus tanks were like silver snakes covered in white, galloping swiftly on the path in the woods where only one tank could barely pass, and even all the track marks were stacked together.Regardless of the bumps caused by the snow-covered potholes, the company rushed all the way, and soon spread out at the edge of the forest and came to a standstill.

The roar of artillery outside was overwhelming. The tank company relied on its white snow camouflage and the low noise of its electric engine to arrive at the predetermined position without attracting attention.

The patrol ship flying the red flag and the pursuit fleet flying the flag of the Ursus Empire were shooting fiercely less than four kilometers away.He Fan can clearly see the scene on the battlefield through the powerful sensors of the tank itself and even the aerial photography of the drone.

The patrol ships resisted desperately, while the pursuit fleet only fired with secondary guns and below-level firepower.The light cruiser approached and fired with relatively strong protection, one destroyer was already approaching the patrol ship at high speed and was ready to jump, and the other two destroyers were on standby in order not to interfere with the operation.

The distance between the warships on both sides is too close, even if you close your eyes and fire weapons, you can hit each other.At this moment, it is relying on armor, human life and morale to fight recklessly.

The shrapnel and shock waves of the explosives swept across the deck, leaving deep or shallow grooves. The sailors who unfortunately touched the death waves immediately lost a part of their bodies, and the sprayed blood covered the entire battle position.With the swaying of the ship and the whistling of the air waves, the stumps and broken arms rolled back and forth on the semi-solidified pool of blood.

Not to mention small-caliber rapid-fire guns and "organ" salvo guns, rifles and even pistols were thrown into the fire.Small-caliber artillery shells, grape shells, and musket bullets raised smoke screens on one's own deck time and time again, covering both sides' aiming at the same time, blowing a gust of metal and human body fragments on the opponent's deck.

The crew members on both sides were already red-eyed, as if they had become machines that were tireless, painless, and fearless, just firing their weapons crazily.

The cannons on the open-air emplacements had just been swept by the shotgun shells, and the shields were pitted and thumping, and the backup gunners rushed to pick up the broken bodies on the cannons, cleaned the barrels, filled them with projectiles and ammunition at a frantic speed. The bag was locked again immediately, and fired again!

The energy of the source stone firing machine had just been exhausted, and the loader didn't seem to notice that the asbestos glove had been torn during thousands of refills, so he directly pulled out the hot discarded source stone block with his hands, and replaced it with another one at a crazy speed!

"It's really a classic naval battle at the end of the [-]th century and the beginning of the [-]th century." The voice of the young master came from the communication channel.

Fourth Master was on the battlefield of Casavalok, just like He Fan and Kang Mande.This "artillery hero" was in charge of commanding the field artillery, which was theoretically difficult to pose a threat to the Titans. He used a well-organized firepower network to lay out ambushes, and assisted He Fan's tanks and Comand's infantry to repel the traitorous Titans.

"According to the era of Terra, this place has just entered the 90s of the eleventh century." Comand, who was far away on the comprehensive podium, replied, and at the same time raised his data glove to draw in the air.The naked-eye 3D image immediately highlighted the coordinates and status of the [-] self-propelled howitzers of the self-propelled artillery battalion—Siye's artillery battalion was ready to shoot.

"Group leader, this is Hangou. Commando is ready."

The badges of a group of air assault units lit up.

"Very well, everything is in place." Comand replied, "Then, I will send a signal to the internal response, and when the signal appears, I will start to act according to the predetermined plan."

"Understood!" Each unit in the unit sequence list turned on the confirmation light.

He Fan inhaled and exhaled, exercising the authority of the commander to pass over the gunners of all the tanks in the company, holding the firing authority of fourteen tank guns in his own hands, watching the icons of each vehicle on the situation display light up one after another, "Aiming complete" icon.

**

The captain of the light cruiser Varyag looked at the scene in front of him with satisfaction: the rebel ship Potemkin was on fire and was slowly coming to a stop.The rioting sailors above were killed and injured; the destroyer Fury, which suffered heavy losses, began to retreat, and the destroyer Bold, which was recharging its strength, began to step forward to prepare and dispatched armed sailors and marines to take over the rebel ship.

As for the destroyer Calmness, since that annoying Berkonsky who always politely refuses people thousands of miles away makes sarcastic remarks, "I don't like to use my own blood in exchange for medals", then let him go here for nothing. Let's go and stay where it's cool.

In short, the problem was solved before the situation became completely unstoppable.All is well, all is well--

"Boom!"

There was a heartbreaking sound of metal tearing, and at the same time, the armor-piercing long rod fired by the tank's micro-macro cannon easily penetrated the bridge armor.The alloy penetrating rod shot past and hit an operating platform.When the operating table turned into scattered parts and fragments, the busy operator sitting in that fighting position was beaten into pieces of flesh and blood flying everywhere!

A large amount of armor fragments that shattered from the impact point arrived later, scattering along with the flesh and blood.The collapsing fragments were only a few milliseconds slower than the bullet core. Some of them were bigger than oranges, and some were only the size of mung beans. They swept towards the personnel on the bridge at more than twice the speed of sound.

"what--!!!"

The shrill screams were mixed with the echo in people's ears.Several balls of blood sprang up in the bridge, and a few unlucky ghosts who were close to the point of impact fell to the ground, torn to bloody blood by the fragments!