Chapter 392 Mechanical Aesthetics

It was an irregular continent.

It pours out the aesthetics of patchwork.

On the land is a world of pure white and light gold, which is dazzling, and technology has created a fascinating prosperity.

At the bottom are thousands of propellers.

The dazzling fireworks and the crimson sunset complement each other.

In the flame is the beautiful Mach ring.

Layers between top and bottom.

It was a world of brass pipes and old machinery.

As the gears turn, the sophistication and complexity of dark tones seem to bring people back to the age of steam and industry. Bearings and rivets construct a mechanical aesthetic of metal texture.

A continent where decadence and radicality intertwine.

The heavy mechanical feeling makes people unable to move their eyes away.

"That's not the floating city, that's the central continent of the invaders."

The two sides are still in a situation where they don't know each other and are just fighting.

In the temporary combat headquarters on the Central City side, a person in charge looked at the high-level world on the screen, pondered for a moment, and said, "Send some drones over there to test."

"no problem."

Orders are executed quickly.

Twilight is coming.

Some small drones cut through the sky and flew towards the huge floating land in the afterglow of dusk.

As expected.

Accompanied by several consecutive roars, the flames rose amidst the explosion, and all drones were shot down, failing to reach the designated target point.

"The opponent has an air defense system."

Even though they have been living underground, that continent has built a defense system early on.

Just like the floating city in the past.

This made the senior management of Central City realize that this war did not come out of nowhere. The other side had been preparing for a long time, not only infiltrating the address department, but also clearly understanding the true strength of the various cities on the ground through certain methods.

"The satellite observed that tens of thousands of small robots flew out on the floating road, filling the two layers of the sky."

"Canopy?"

"right."

Everyone's faces suddenly became serious.

That continent was so similar to the former floating city that they had no choice but to think of something.

The policies formulated by the floating city over the years, suppressing the ceiling of weapon power, breaking the trade order, and interfering with other city policies... It seems that they have been weakening the ground power.

"It's almost exactly the same. This is the picture sent back by the satellite. You all have a look at the urban planning and color matching of the floating continent, those little robots, and the double-layered sky that is being built, the rain system, and the rising sky. A few God's Eyes...send a copy to other cities, reminding them that the interior of each of our cities may have been infiltrated once."

The strength gap between the two sides is actually very large.

Population, economy, industrial level, individual soldier quality, weapons gap, all of these cannot be made up.

But the underground world has the advantage of poor information. For so many years, it has been thinking about counterattacking the ground, and the ground knows nothing about the underground.

"I think we need to control some people from the original floating city."

"Our soldiers are fighting with those robots. We asked them to pay attention. Try to save as many complete robot bodies as possible, send them back and disassemble them to see if they have the same internal structure as the military robots in Floating Void City. If they are the same, then..."

...

Central City sent their guesses to eight other cities.

Then came the crisis of confidence.

As Lu Wen predicted a long time ago, it is a crisis of trust within human beings.

Everyone was silent for a moment after seeing the news.

They are thinking.

Are those around you trustworthy?

This is a topic that no one wants to bring up, but now is an extraordinary period, so I have to bring it up.

The infiltration of the nine cities is not difficult. Some government departments, leaders from all walks of life, the executive bureau for maintaining law and order, and even members of the parliament have all been infiltrated by Eden's people.

So in another full-scale meeting at night, Mr. Constantine said unceremoniously: "The corruption in the nine cities on the ground is quite serious. Some positions can only be obtained by spending money... Paying money to clear up interpersonal relationships, even if it is Strangers, as long as they have enough money, they can be closer than relatives, all kinds of materials, processes, procedures... as long as you spend money, you can get through..."

Eden is quite experienced with this.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a representative from Baker City stood up and said that he was from Eden.

This surprised everyone in Baker City.

The young congressman who stood up in front of him is transparent about his identity, background, and interpersonal relationships. He even has his own genealogy, ancestral graves, etc., and his ancestors can be traced back to 80 years ago, or even before the war.

Before that, no one doubted him.

This congressman is very young, and his financial ability is not weak, he treats people kindly, has a large mass base in Baker City, and has a bright future. In the future, he may even compete for the position of mayor or vice mayor and chairman of the Senate.

"Surprised, isn't it?" Constantine looked at everyone with his hands behind his back. "The ground cities look powerful, but they are actually very fragile and riddled with holes. retreat."

No one doubted the old man's words.

So the venue fell silent again.

Quite a few people looked at their friends around them from the corner of their eyes.

Among them, there is very likely to be Eden or those from the underground forces.

Eden is barely a friend now, so there is no need to worry about it for the time being, and those underground... are already at war.

Three hours have passed since the war.

From dusk to night.

Gunshots and artillery fire continued to ring out in the corners of the city and the suburbs.

Blood hung over the night sky.

"We have evacuated the people on the edge of the city, and the troops in the no-man's land have also returned to help. Although a large number of members of hostile forces have sneaked into the city, they are still under control, and civilian casualties have not yet exceeded a thousand."

This is the situation in Mou City.

A large-scale war, moreover a tug-of-war street battle. According to the experience of those wars more than 80 years ago, the casualties were no more than a thousand, which is indeed under control.

Wei Bo'an continued on behalf of Mowu City: "We tried to directly encircle and suppress the area rising from the ground in the suburbs, but the other party was very cunning, and they captured the residents of the suburbs of Mowu City."

Only a few hundred residents were caught.

But this was enough for the army in Mowu City to dare not go any further.

From the perspective of the overall situation, if these hundreds of people are sacrificed, directly attack the mixed area, use aircraft to bomb, saturate the strike, and then use rockets to wash the ground between bombings, Mowu City can end the war within a few days, smashing It's all about money.

If this is really done, the entire city will suffer the least casualties.

But the truth is it can't.

This is inhumane and not in line with what a politician should do.

The humble human nature will be completely exposed after experiencing the dark light. This situation can easily make people think of the ball of fat who wept in the Marseillaise.

Doing so will be spurned by the surviving people of Mowu City, and this term's parliament and executives will bear a bad name and need to apologize and resign after the war.

"We have captured some enemies so far, but they know little, keep shouting hatred, and don't even know who their real leader is..."

This situation surprised the senior officials of Mowu City. It was an attack without a unified organization.

It seems to have started quite suddenly.

This is contrary to the information they received before that the ground city was infiltrated. It stands to reason that the opposite side should have been preparing for a long time, organized and planned.

But this is the status quo in the mixed area. Many of them have never even heard of Yin Long's name, and even if they have, they don't know what Yin Long looks like.

The word "hate" spread from the high-level world and radiated to the entire underground.

At the meeting, each city talked about the temporary situation.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

The lights of the city were dimmed, the gunfire illuminated the night sky, and the sound of gunfire replaced the original background sound. It was unknown how long this chaos would last.

Mowu City is strong enough, with complete urban infrastructure and strong overall coordination, and each region has separate defense measures, which can withstand this kind of tug-of-war.

But some cities can't handle it.

West City came forward to cry poor as usual, but this time there was really no other way.

It has been three hours since the war started, and the entire city is riddled with holes and civilians have been massacred.

The old corpses have not been completely disposed of, and the new corpses are piled up again.

Collapsed buildings are strewn with wreckage.

Black crows wailed on dead branches.

The blood of corruption seeped into the ground, and the whole city was full of gunpowder.

Even the few well-equipped airborne divisions sent by Mowu City are now feeling tricky. They have asked several times if there is any reinforcements.

"The situation in Versailles is a little better, but it won't last long. Our soldiers are facing a group of demonic freaks. God curse them..."

"Those demons seem to be dying. You can't imagine the cruel and disgusting scene. Limbs, bones and internal organs are mixed in blood..."

After this war, many soldiers were destined to live in a nightmare for the rest of their lives.

Now the question is.

The two cities in the west are already in chaos, fully infiltrated and invaded by the other side, and civilians cannot escape.

In the last chaos, the civilians and the royal family of West City fled to Versailles. On the way, they suffered heavy losses in the no-man's land, and many residents fell forever in the violent yellow sand.

"Our people need to move, otherwise, even if this war can be won, the two cities to the west will cease to exist."

This again involves a new problem.

Mowu City and other cities are willing to send soldiers to West City.

Because the war was fought on the soil of that city, other cities only needed to pay a certain amount of weapons and living supplies, and it would not have much impact on themselves.

And once refugees are accepted...

Moreover, there are tens of millions of refugees, even if they are shared equally among the other seven cities, it is difficult to fully digest them.

many problems.

Different races, different histories and cultures, different traditional beliefs...

A large number of contradictions will erupt within an extreme period of time, and perhaps before the end of the war, the human city itself will fall into civil strife.

The original residents of each city would certainly not welcome these refugees.

Mowu City has expressed its position here.

"We exist to serve our own residents. To accept refugees, we need their consent. If they don't agree, we have no other way."

That's not a good way to put it.

None of the people present were fools. Naturally, they knew that accepting refugees only needed to simply publicize the humanitarian spirit, which could win the support of some people and then formulate policies. Moreover, all cities were now in flames of war, and there was no need for prior publicity.

But Mowu City expressed a clear willingness to refuse.

"It's the same on our side. It's difficult for everyone now, I hope you can understand..." The old mayor of Central City said this.

"You all know the situation in Baker City. It has been chaotic for a long time, and now I can't take care of myself..."

"..."

Every city has played the traditional arts of selling misery.

While selling miserably, he also said that he would send more soldiers to support modern weapons, and hoped that the two cities in the west could hold on for a while longer.

So the two western cities fell silent.

Their leaders thought about the chaos in their respective cities, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

The transfer of civilians seemed hopeless.

We can only hope that this war ends soon.

But now, he didn't even figure out the real purpose of the other party, and he didn't know who the leader on the other side was.

It seems that this brutal war will hardly end, at least most residents of the two cities to the west will not be able to wait.

"Actually, there is no way."

Father Constantine spoke suddenly amidst the silence.

All eyes immediately focused on him.

The old man said calmly: "Eden has been expanding for so many years from the beginning of its establishment to the present, and we must find a way to accept more bionics."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the group of representatives to the west.

"Eden has an artificial sun, and checks the ventilation system and air composition every year. At present, there are many human children living in it. The living supplies are abundant. Bionic people don't need to eat and drink. Those supplies can make three million people live for a year under extreme circumstances. Year."

This is a modern war between two opposing sides, and it should end after a year.

Either peace talks, or one party is completely wiped out.

"And Eden has also excavated many empty underground cities. Those cities only need a few months of simple transformation to accommodate more residents."

The old man's meaning is obvious.

Eden is willing to ignore the past and accept some human beings.

This can be regarded as a gesture of favor from the bionic person, which can improve the relationship between the two parties to a certain extent.

"But... But, let our residents... live with bionics?" A member of the royal family in the west asked hesitantly.

Constantine glanced at him lightly.

"what are you worried about?"

"No... nothing."

The man shook his head hastily.

In this situation, it is good to have someone who is willing to accept them.

Another person was puzzled: "But... After all, you also said that in extreme cases, only three million people can be accommodated, and the combined population of the two cities is hundreds of millions..."

"That's right."

Constantine responded calmly.

"So you have another option."

He manipulated the conference projection system to project a map of the entire world to the center of the venue.

On the light blue three-dimensional map, the mountains and oceans are undulating, each city is marked, the human city is blue, and the ruined city is red.

At the moment when the map appeared, many people present already understood what Constantine wanted to express.

The old man pointed to a red dot on the map that is very close to Mowu City, and said: "This city is very close to Mowu City, and the infrastructure transformation has been completed. Materials can be air-dropped from Mowu City, and water and electricity can also Solve it, and have the most powerful bionic force on the ground to protect it."

This is the second city of bionics.

In Lu Wen's previous vision, he would build a city further south underground and connect with the city on the ground.

One light and one dark, become the destination of the southern bionics.

So until the beginning of the war, the construction of the second city of bionics did not stop, no matter day or night, 24 hours a day.

Androids don't need to rest.

The speed of the city's construction is quite fast, and it has already begun to take shape.

The overall size of the city is not weaker than that of the urban area of ​​Mowu City, and the periphery can continue to expand.

"The city is well-sited, with little exposure to extreme weather."

In general.

This second city of bionics can accommodate all refugees, and there is no need to worry about attacks from underground forces.

There is only one problem.

Constantine looked at the group in the west.

"You need the consent of the southern bionics, whose leader is number nine."