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Chapter 153: The Wakandan War (6)
As for the people following behind the Transformers, Ross didn't mention them at all.
Everyone in the headquarters remained silent, their faces grim.
Pawns. A military commander must be decisive, sacrificing a few to ensure the escape of the many from an unwinnable war.
Forget about the damn Vibranium Mine; survival comes first.
Everything they had experienced in such a short time had dealt a massive blow to these high-ranking military officials, making them doubt their own perceptions.
The nation behind that protective shield—was that Wakanda, the one controlling the Vibranium Mine? Why did these Black natives possess such advanced technology? Why were these people so developed, yet appeared to outsiders to maintain a primitive lifestyle?
The second question was easy to answer. They could explain it away with reasons like "camouflage" or "protection."
But a technologically advanced African indigenous population was something they couldn't accept.
Africa had always been synonymous with backwardness and ignorance. Yet, a golden phoenix had flown out of a chicken coop.
The military was the idiot that had foolishly poked the coop, only to be fiercely pecked by the golden phoenix, losing a large chunk of flesh.
"I suspect the world behind the protective shield isn't Earth, but another dimension different from ours. These people might possess even more high-end technology. Humanity originated in Africa; I suspect a group of primitive humans might have entered this dimension and created a highly advanced civilization..."
In the temporary headquarters, a place where chaos and order coexisted, someone's imagination ran wild as they spoke with conviction.
At first glance, it sounded quite reasonable.
"Well said, Adjutant. I'll nominate you for a Nobel Prize in Literature when we get back," General Ross said sarcastically.
Although the headquarters was far from the front lines, that distance was nothing to the enemy's highly advanced spaceships.
They needed to retreat. The generals and colonels needed to retreat to a safe location immediately. The deaths of some low-ranking soldiers were inconsequential, but if the high command was wiped out in one fell swoop, the entire army would collapse without a strong leadership core and communications center. All sixty thousand men, along with the four Aircraft Carrier Battle Groups by the coast, would be finished.
Even worse, all the military bases in North Africa and Western Europe would be doomed. Half of the system the military had established in the Western world would crumble.
"Notify Tony immediately! Tell him to establish a defensive system on the spot. He's the only one who can inflict casualties on those natives. Order him to hold back that damn hoard for me!" Ross roared at the communications officer.
With even their proud missile bombardments rendered useless, the military could only retreat in disarray. Their only other option was to use a nuclear weapon, but this damn place was in northeastern Africa. Not only would it take time for a nuke to arrive, but the distance between them and the enemy was also far too close!
If a nuclear bomb was detonated, would it kill the enemy with their protective shield technology first, or their own vulnerable soldiers?
The more they thought about it, the more terrified they became. Faced with such an absolute Technological Disparity, they could see each other from a distance, yet the chasm between them was enough to make one cough up blood in frustration.
In Tony's opinion, Wakanda's mode of warfare was indeed flawed. Whether it was their military structure, mobilization mechanisms, or their approach to maximizing damage, there were many problems.
The Kingdom of Wakanda had been isolated from the world for a thousand years, happily living its own life. Its systemic development was far behind that of the outside world. While the outside world was drowning in the bloodshed of World War I and World War II, they were still living their peaceful lives. While Superheroes and Supervillains filled the skies of the outside world, forcing law enforcement agencies to reform and upgrade their weapons and war doctrines, Wakanda was still living its own peaceful life.
The disadvantages of isolationism weren't a problem at all when you had a technological lead. But when faced with a more dangerous enemy, it would become the very point of collapse.
Tony was like a disguised viper, using his cold tongue to probe everything he could, gradually constructing an attack plan in his mind.
The headquarters relayed General Ross's orders to Tony.
Tony agreed in an instant, promising to shed his blood and guts for the military.
"I'd be a fool to actually block them. This is the perfect chance to leave the battlefield... That cold old bastard T'Chaka won't let the military escape so easily."
In that short time, several more Transformers had been destroyed, reduced to wreckage on the ground.
The other Transformers all lowered their heads, extending their arms to scoop up the surviving soldiers. Then they immediately lunged forward, and with a series of clanking sounds, transformed into their vehicle modes.
A multitude of strange and unique vehicles took shape in an instant. The appearance of such a scene on this chaotic battlefield was truly bizarre.
A spaceship charged toward them. Tony's expression turned cold. With a casual wave of his hand, a part of the spaceship was Animated, causing it to crash headfirst into the ground.
"Delivering a spaceship right to my doorstep. You're courting death. Once I've finished studying this, I'll bury you all for good."
The six members of the Constructicons immediately gathered together. As they climbed over one another, Devastator took form with a thunderous roar. The upgraded Type I Devastator stood forty-two meters tall with a width of nearly twenty meters—a true War Machine.
Devastator stood majestic and imposing, momentarily intimidating the Wakandan warriors, making them hesitant to act.
"What is that thing? It's huge!"
"Is this the high-tech of the outsiders? Have they already developed to this stage?"
Devastator spread his arms to the sky. Every subtle movement produced a deafening, ear-piercing metallic screech as millions of metal parts shifted at astonishing speeds.
Then, the crane on his back extended, its massive hook latching onto the falling spaceship. With the strength to move mountains, its power was unparalleled on this battlefield.
Many people were stunned, staring at this mountain-like being with expressions of shock and awe.
Devastator majestically hooked the spaceship, gave it a tug, and after ensuring it was secure, slowly shifted its stance.
It turned around and ran.
The forty-two-meter Giant Robot, dragging a piece of wreckage behind its rear, took off running with a roar.
After a moment of shock, many Wakandans looked on with amusement, finding it strangely comical for some reason. "Damn, this big thing is interesting... Huh? Is that thing stealing our aircraft?"
The pilot in the unfortunate spaceship jumped out in a sorry state, but a small gun extended from Devastator's body and blew his head off before it continued to drag the vessel away.
The appearance of Devastator stunned many, including Ross and his men. This was the first time Devastator had been revealed to the world without any reservations.
"Well done!" someone shouted in the headquarters. With this behemoth and a group of other Transformers covering their rear, their main force should be safe, right?
Tony, leading his great army, decisively made a sharp ninety-degree turn. As he turned, he even shouted with an air of seriousness, "The soldiers here are wounded! We must prioritize rescuing the injured!"
The pursuing Wakandan army was taken aback. After a moment's hesitation, they charged straight toward the main force, which looked like an easier target.
The people in the headquarters cursed out loud, nearly spitting blood. They furiously berated Tony for his incompetence and cowardice and cursed Wakanda for being so treacherous. Despair was etched on every face.
(end of chapter)
As for the people following behind the Transformers, Ross didn't mention them at all.
Everyone in the headquarters remained silent, their faces grim.
Pawns. A military commander must be decisive, sacrificing a few to ensure the escape of the many from an unwinnable war.
Forget about the damn Vibranium Mine; survival comes first.
Everything they had experienced in such a short time had dealt a massive blow to these high-ranking military officials, making them doubt their own perceptions.
The nation behind that protective shield—was that Wakanda, the one controlling the Vibranium Mine? Why did these Black natives possess such advanced technology? Why were these people so developed, yet appeared to outsiders to maintain a primitive lifestyle?
The second question was easy to answer. They could explain it away with reasons like "camouflage" or "protection."
But a technologically advanced African indigenous population was something they couldn't accept.
Africa had always been synonymous with backwardness and ignorance. Yet, a golden phoenix had flown out of a chicken coop.
The military was the idiot that had foolishly poked the coop, only to be fiercely pecked by the golden phoenix, losing a large chunk of flesh.
"I suspect the world behind the protective shield isn't Earth, but another dimension different from ours. These people might possess even more high-end technology. Humanity originated in Africa; I suspect a group of primitive humans might have entered this dimension and created a highly advanced civilization..."
In the temporary headquarters, a place where chaos and order coexisted, someone's imagination ran wild as they spoke with conviction.
At first glance, it sounded quite reasonable.
"Well said, Adjutant. I'll nominate you for a Nobel Prize in Literature when we get back," General Ross said sarcastically.
Although the headquarters was far from the front lines, that distance was nothing to the enemy's highly advanced spaceships.
They needed to retreat. The generals and colonels needed to retreat to a safe location immediately. The deaths of some low-ranking soldiers were inconsequential, but if the high command was wiped out in one fell swoop, the entire army would collapse without a strong leadership core and communications center. All sixty thousand men, along with the four Aircraft Carrier Battle Groups by the coast, would be finished.
Even worse, all the military bases in North Africa and Western Europe would be doomed. Half of the system the military had established in the Western world would crumble.
"Notify Tony immediately! Tell him to establish a defensive system on the spot. He's the only one who can inflict casualties on those natives. Order him to hold back that damn hoard for me!" Ross roared at the communications officer.
With even their proud missile bombardments rendered useless, the military could only retreat in disarray. Their only other option was to use a nuclear weapon, but this damn place was in northeastern Africa. Not only would it take time for a nuke to arrive, but the distance between them and the enemy was also far too close!
If a nuclear bomb was detonated, would it kill the enemy with their protective shield technology first, or their own vulnerable soldiers?
The more they thought about it, the more terrified they became. Faced with such an absolute Technological Disparity, they could see each other from a distance, yet the chasm between them was enough to make one cough up blood in frustration.
In Tony's opinion, Wakanda's mode of warfare was indeed flawed. Whether it was their military structure, mobilization mechanisms, or their approach to maximizing damage, there were many problems.
The Kingdom of Wakanda had been isolated from the world for a thousand years, happily living its own life. Its systemic development was far behind that of the outside world. While the outside world was drowning in the bloodshed of World War I and World War II, they were still living their peaceful lives. While Superheroes and Supervillains filled the skies of the outside world, forcing law enforcement agencies to reform and upgrade their weapons and war doctrines, Wakanda was still living its own peaceful life.
The disadvantages of isolationism weren't a problem at all when you had a technological lead. But when faced with a more dangerous enemy, it would become the very point of collapse.
Tony was like a disguised viper, using his cold tongue to probe everything he could, gradually constructing an attack plan in his mind.
The headquarters relayed General Ross's orders to Tony.
Tony agreed in an instant, promising to shed his blood and guts for the military.
"I'd be a fool to actually block them. This is the perfect chance to leave the battlefield... That cold old bastard T'Chaka won't let the military escape so easily."
In that short time, several more Transformers had been destroyed, reduced to wreckage on the ground.
The other Transformers all lowered their heads, extending their arms to scoop up the surviving soldiers. Then they immediately lunged forward, and with a series of clanking sounds, transformed into their vehicle modes.
A multitude of strange and unique vehicles took shape in an instant. The appearance of such a scene on this chaotic battlefield was truly bizarre.
A spaceship charged toward them. Tony's expression turned cold. With a casual wave of his hand, a part of the spaceship was Animated, causing it to crash headfirst into the ground.
"Delivering a spaceship right to my doorstep. You're courting death. Once I've finished studying this, I'll bury you all for good."
The six members of the Constructicons immediately gathered together. As they climbed over one another, Devastator took form with a thunderous roar. The upgraded Type I Devastator stood forty-two meters tall with a width of nearly twenty meters—a true War Machine.
Devastator stood majestic and imposing, momentarily intimidating the Wakandan warriors, making them hesitant to act.
"What is that thing? It's huge!"
"Is this the high-tech of the outsiders? Have they already developed to this stage?"
Devastator spread his arms to the sky. Every subtle movement produced a deafening, ear-piercing metallic screech as millions of metal parts shifted at astonishing speeds.
Then, the crane on his back extended, its massive hook latching onto the falling spaceship. With the strength to move mountains, its power was unparalleled on this battlefield.
Many people were stunned, staring at this mountain-like being with expressions of shock and awe.
Devastator majestically hooked the spaceship, gave it a tug, and after ensuring it was secure, slowly shifted its stance.
It turned around and ran.
The forty-two-meter Giant Robot, dragging a piece of wreckage behind its rear, took off running with a roar.
After a moment of shock, many Wakandans looked on with amusement, finding it strangely comical for some reason. "Damn, this big thing is interesting... Huh? Is that thing stealing our aircraft?"
The pilot in the unfortunate spaceship jumped out in a sorry state, but a small gun extended from Devastator's body and blew his head off before it continued to drag the vessel away.
The appearance of Devastator stunned many, including Ross and his men. This was the first time Devastator had been revealed to the world without any reservations.
"Well done!" someone shouted in the headquarters. With this behemoth and a group of other Transformers covering their rear, their main force should be safe, right?
Tony, leading his great army, decisively made a sharp ninety-degree turn. As he turned, he even shouted with an air of seriousness, "The soldiers here are wounded! We must prioritize rescuing the injured!"
The pursuing Wakandan army was taken aback. After a moment's hesitation, they charged straight toward the main force, which looked like an easier target.
The people in the headquarters cursed out loud, nearly spitting blood. They furiously berated Tony for his incompetence and cowardice and cursed Wakanda for being so treacherous. Despair was etched on every face.
(end of chapter)
