Start a Base

Waschel never considered the possibility of stacking thousands of planetary shields on top of each other.

No one can do this in the entire North Cantilever!

He was confused by his subordinates' questions, because although the proton bomb was powerful, it was so powerful that it could tear dozens of hundreds of layers of planetary shields instantly.

But what about a thousand floors? How about five thousand floors?

Quantitative changes cause qualitative changes, and he is a fool, and he can think of it, it must be able to stop it.

Wasser gritted his posterior teeth and said: "Calculate the explosion energy level of the proton bomb and the maximum endurance of the planetary shield for a single pass, and calculate how many layers of the planetary shield have been exploded!"

"Yes!"

Before the detonation of the proton bomb, the detectors used by the Amera Fleet to monitor the explosion data had been arranged around Saturn.

Although the whole process is invisible to the naked eye, these monitoring equipment are recorded completely.

The planetary shield also has the Amerian civilization, knowing the energy limit it can withstand.

Therefore, by calculating the total energy produced by the explosion, it is possible to guess how many layers of the planetary shield have been blown through.

The quantum computer of the Amerian civilization is very powerful, and it didn't take long to use the model to calculate the result.

"Your Excellency, the result has come out. The proton bomb exploded and probably penetrated the 996 layers of planetary shields!"

Vaschel seemed to be lost in the wind and sand...

I knocked over the five flavor bottle in my heart, and I have all kinds of flavors.

This horse riding is a first-class civilization?

Even if the planetary shield is the third-level pinnacle civilization, there are only dozens of sets that can be sold each year. For the Amerian civilization, one set is very expensive.

If it weren't for the ambassador's life, Vaschel himself would not be willing to buy the planetary shield.

But what about this group of humans? Expensive planetary shields, without charging, are just superimposed.

"Made, it's a violent thing!"

Watching the human reaction, Wasser did not panic as usual.

"Grass! 996 floors, far from their limit!"

He has only three proton bombs, and one has already been used.

"Humans! How many planetary shields do you have!"

Vaschel was at a loss.

He used the space jumper, the gravity bomb, and the proton bomb. If he tells the star envoy now that the mission has failed, it is estimated that the entire Asian and American civilization will suffer catastrophe along with it.

He doesn't have a planetary shield like human beings.

Fortune Wushuang comes, misfortune never comes singly.

Just as Wasser was tangled in his heart, his subordinates came to report again.

"Legion Commander, sent out to track the brothers who escaped from the Solar System Fleet...were caught..."

Wasser: "..."

"What? Can humans catch them?"

After saying this, Vaschel himself began to shake.

For humans with gravity bombs and planetary shields, it does not seem to be a difficult task to capture a few second-class advanced civilization warships.

"Gan! It's really bad for riding a horse!"

I thought it was an easy task. Who would have thought that the proton bomb that could blow the moon into a large crater within 300,000 kilometers didn't even shake Saturn's defenses at all!

"My lord, what shall we do now?"

"How to do how to do?"

Waschel also wanted to find someone to ask what to do, he felt that he had been framed, and he was in a dilemma!

"Legion Commander, look, what is Saturn?"

Vaschel took a closer look at the pattern that was pieced together by a group of spaceships in an orderly manner.

"Huh? Isn't that a human palm? What do you mean by making a fist and sticking out a middle finger?"

The subordinate has a dumb face and is also full of question marks.

"Forget it, no matter, the humans here on Saturn are doing some weird things. Try to contact the humans who have escaped from the solar system to see if they can communicate easily. It's not a way to stay in such a stalemate!"

......

At this time, Li Yunpeng was carrying out a concentrated transformation of the captured Amerans.

In the spacious hall, slices of Amerans stand in a square array, and on the projection device in front of them, a video of Wang Lang grilling octopus is playing...

"The process is just such a process. Our policy is to be lenient and resist the iron plate. You should think carefully. I will start calling names from the first row in a while and roast them as I go. For this meal, I will spend three days. I haven't eaten it." Li Yunpeng said.

Standing in a square formation of Amerans, countless tentacles trembling, the human in the video, between the kitchen knife waving, each tentacles chopped into several sections!

The knives are like slashing on himself.

"Hmm!"

As soon as Li Yunpeng coughed, the first Amerian in the first row jumped out.

"Chairman! I, I hired!"

Originally, he was the first in the first row. He didn't move, and he had to be the first to get the knife. Now, it's the second person in the first row that it hurts.

Li Yunpeng smiled and nodded, "Well, through dealing with the Amerans, I found that your civilization still has obvious advantages. Take it away and interrogate separately. If it says nothing to the second confessor. Same, just baked it!"

"Yes!"

In this way, the first Ameranian was dragged away from the scene.

Then, the whole audience focused on the second person in the first row.

It deliberately said two hard words, but the pressure on its body was too great, not only human beings were watching, but all compatriots were watching.

It glanced at the greasy iron plate on the projection, shivered, and said, "I, I also recruit..."

Li Yunpeng was very satisfied, "Take it away, if it's different from the first one, I'll bake it on the spot!"

"Yes!"

The remaining Amerans tightened their chrysanthemums. The human routines are really deep. They are interrogated separately and threatened each other. I am afraid that all the ancestral graves of the Warshall Corps commander’s house will have to be picked out!