Chapter 606 The Engineering Team Wants to Build an Airport Here

Not long after Atlas's combat fleet appeared, the force leader Huck, who had "left angrily" after the previous negotiation with Cassius and others broke down, 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 yelled at him, accusing him of being a deserter before the fight started.

The latter also broke the rules at this moment, and started scolding Huck directly, angrily scolding him for not treating the garrison fleet as a human being, and wanting them to carry out this kind of suicidal action of throwing eggs at stones - anyway, the garrison fleet had already opened up at this time. From a safe distance, no matter how much he scolded him, Huck couldn't do anything to him.

While these two once "like-minded" comrades are now at odds with each other due to the arrival of the Atlas fleet, Cassius has also completed the exchange of information and intelligence with Ramos.

"So, Leader Cassius, you want us to carry out a deterrent orbital strike to dispel the other party's continued refusal to negotiate, right?"

"That's right, Lieutenant Colonel Ramos~"

Cassius spoke to confirm and emphasized again:

"It must be noted that we only need a deterrent orbital strike. Even if we fire a cannon into an empty space, the other party will definitely understand what we mean."

"Don't worry, Captain Cassius, we don't want to use force with each other in business activities."

Ramos on the other end of the communication smiled and then continued:

"Don't worry about the professional capabilities of our combat fleet. Among all combat projects, the subject of orbital strike is also the one we have the most stringent assessment of. I don't know what considerations the Boss has for the requirements for the gunnery officers and gunners of each warship. It’s very high, and the shooting accuracy has reached an extremely demanding level~”

"Hahahaha, if you say this, I will feel relieved!"

Although Cassius was relatively calm on the surface, and was chatting and laughing with Ramos for a while, in fact, this was also his first time to experience a business negotiation with half a battle fleet above his head. .

God knows what Boss's considerations were. Not only did he assign high-level escort troops to each 'action group' in the financial business center, but he also directly dispatched them to some areas that had shown low 'willingness to cooperate' in the early intelligence. The fleet came to 'tell the truth'.

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 as if during a debate, our debater's next 'argument' is to pull out a pistol from his pocket.

"So, Captain Cassius, which area do you want the orbital strike to attack?"

The voice of Lieutenant Colonel Ramos brought Cassius back from his distraction. When he heard it, he immediately opened the virtual map - there were already some "pre-selected areas for project construction" marked by the Investment Department and the Engineering Department.

"Well, let's 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 carefully scanned the no-man's land on the map, while still muttering:

"By the way, after the orbital strike, the large open space opened up should be used as an airport construction area, right?"

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

Ramos nodded, not finding anything troublesome about Cassius's 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 landing troops, or to open up a place for ground engineering troops to conduct rapid operations in a field environment. Open space for infrastructure

"That's no problem, Lieutenant Colonel Ramos. I've already transmitted the relevant coordinates. I'll trouble you next!" Cassius said sincerely, and he didn't have the arrogance of the 'business elites' in other companies. arrogant.

"The coordinates have been received. This place is not far from your current location? Are you sure you want to attack this coordinate?"

Ramos frowned and asked after seeing the coordinates, because the coordinates sent by Ramos were less than 50 kilometers away from Atlas's temporary camp on the ground.

Cassius: "That's right, we're going to hit you right here! The leader of the force we're negotiating with has just left, so you'll definitely be able to see him clearly with your artillery fire!"

"Okay, now that it has been confirmed, I will organize an orbital strike. I wish Team Leader Cassius all the best in his subsequent negotiations in advance!"

"Hahaha, thank you! I believe that with this bombardment, all problems will be solved!"

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It didn't take long for the two light cruisers responsible for performing orbital strike missions to enter the strike orbit and maintain their operating altitude.

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

In other words, the Atlas combat fleet also does not maintain "idle ships". Each battleship no longer performs a single fleet warfare mission, but develops in the direction of multi-functional combat.

The two light cruisers just stayed quietly in the low orbit of the planet.

The huge body seemed like a moving fortress to the surrounding satellites, and the metal shell flashed a mysterious and cold light under the bright light of the stars.

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

As a ship ranked in the first echelon of orbital strike scores 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 positions, prepare for orbital strikes, the attack coordinates have been bound, and the final identification of the attack area is being carried out." The gunnery officer's voice was steady and powerful, and also with a kind of innate confidence.

"The weapon system self-check is complete and can attack at any time." An operator reported with a focused expression.

The gunnery officer nodded slightly, his eyes still fixed on the screen of the workbench in front of him, which was a synthetic high-precision image of the ground after the synthetic aperture radar and optical lens shot the picture.

The coordinates sent by Cassius are of an abandoned automated farm. The engineering team has been planning to flatten it and build a temporary airport.

In addition to the abandoned farm, some pests that are aggressive to humans have appeared in this farm, so this area has long become a "restricted area" for the locals, and no one would go there on weekdays.

Despite this, several electronic attack ships in the fleet hacked directly into the network of this area through the communication satellite in orbit, and issued an attack warning to everyone to let them stay as far away as possible.

"The two ships have completed synchronously, and the 'Rainstorm' has established a temporary remote control channel!"

"The fire control unit has locked the input attack coordinates!"

"All main guns and gun ports of the ship are ready for salvo fire, loading No. 6 alloy, the mass is increased to 2200 grams, and the initial velocity of the heavy metal particle flow is reduced to 542 kilometers per second!"

"The high-energy laser at the front of the warship adjusts the wavelength to 8MM and starts atmospheric interference!"

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

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

"Fire!"

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Including the leader of the force in the armored command vehicle, everyone near the attack area felt that several dazzling "beams of light" suddenly flashed in the sky.

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

After an unknown period of time, the ground under their feet was shaken strongly, and deafening roars followed one after another. The sound was like thousands of angry beasts roaring in the sky, and the rolling sound waves made everyone cover their ears.

At the location where the "explosion" occurred in the distance, an extremely hot heat wave swept in all directions like a surging tide with the landing point of the heavy metal particle jet as the center, and everything was instantly ignited wherever it went.

The dry weeds on the farm turned into ashes in an instant, and the dust raised was baked into a glass-like substance by the high temperature before it could disperse, crackling and shooting towards the surroundings under ultra-high pressure.

The trees near the automated farm were even more vulnerable. The thick trunks first made a painful "crunch" sound 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, with flames soaring into the sky and thick smoke billowing, dyeing the originally clear sky dark.

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

Along with the strong light, heat waves and earthquake-like impacts, there was also a powerful shock wave raging in the air.

This shock wave was like an invisible giant hand, ruthlessly destroying everything along the way. The buildings and semi-buried grain storage silos on the farm, which were not low in strength, collapsed and disintegrated in an instant like paper in front of it.

"This is the 'industrial beauty'. This is indeed the real aesthetics."

Cassius, who had put on sunglasses in advance, stood on the top of the container truck with other business representatives to watch this 'visual feast'.

Like other employees of the Atlas Group, they were all impressed by this 'industrial beauty' and the purest power after joining the company for a period of time.

As the fire in the distance gradually disappeared, a communications specialist also came to the side of the container truck and waved to Cassius.

"Team leader! That Huck contacted us and said he wanted to sit down and talk seriously with us again!"