Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

It is always much better to transport civilian supplies than military supplies.

Transporting military supplies will largely confirm the claim of joining the war. After all, everyone is not a fool. Giving guns means supporting the war.

But transporting civilian supplies is much better, and it basically does not confirm the claim of joining the war.

Of course, everything is just a claim - it is normal to transport a large amount of supplies and hide something. As long as there is trade, it can be used as a point of attack.

But in this world, as long as it touches politics, it is impossible to avoid being attacked.

The key is whether it is really done or not. If it is really done, any hidden operation can become a weapon to break the trust in the government. Even the most arrogant politicians will consider such an impact.

And crossing the line of arrogance is stupidity: stupid politicians will deceive and conceal without care.

So if the speaker is really asked to transport civilian supplies, he will give 100% of his strength to facilitate this assistance, and at the same time give an extra 100% of his strength to prove to the people that this is the fact. Finally, because he is worried that Latveria will be flattened in an instant, he will give an extra 1000% of his strength to increase assistance to Lille.

At this time, manpower is very useful.

Combined with cyber technology, the precision of human operation can reach the level of entry-level precision instruments: for example, the resolution of the eyeball is actually about 576 million pixels at the visual focus, which is not the top in modern cameras, but its dynamic perception range can have a range of about 24 apertures from light to dark, far exceeding most optical sensors.

In terms of processing speed, it only takes 13 milliseconds for the visual signal to be transmitted from the retina to the brain center to complete image information processing, high-speed analysis of dynamic scenes, and parallel processing of brightness, color, motion and depth information.

Considering energy consumption and adaptive capabilities, just talking about the visual system, the human visual processing system far exceeds most computer vision processors. By providing information to the working prosthesis controlled by the motor output through the brain-computer interface, it can become a humanoid high-precision machine.

The first buildings built in Latveria were residential buildings, followed by combat headquarters:

With the continuous joining of worker groups, the construction of warehouses became faster and faster. When the first batch of supplies arrived here, there were only a few concrete apartments in the capital city, and there were endless tents on the ground, and supplies were piled on the ground.

When I came here for the second time, there were combat headquarters and warehouses, and supplies were continuously delivered here.

When I came here for the third time, more warehouses were built, and there were rows of Latvian workers sitting in the warehouses, who were already equipped with rough-looking working exoskeletons and prostheses.

They concentrated on operating the production functions in the behavioral chips, forging steel, assembling semi-finished products, and directly improving chips.

It seems that they can do everything.

This is a strange city. There are no bright and beautiful office buildings to show prosperity, but there is an obviously abnormal construction speed.

Not only the construction speed, the people here use the most advanced prostheses, there are groups of drones flying in the sky, and there are automated transport robots on the road.

A strange idea appeared in the minds of Europeans: this city is both backward and advanced.

In less than two weeks, several important production facilities were built in the tent-only capital city to produce prosthetics, chips, weapons, exoskeletons and combat equipment.

The first batch of auxiliary virtual training warehouses was transported to the combat command center. More than 600 people took turns to use these equipment for high-intensity training. After the virtual training, they took real guns and live ammunition to the training ground at the foot of the mountain for field training.

High-intensity training will also cause those who can't stand it to withdraw, either stepping back to become ordinary riflemen, or directly transferring to the production or R\u0026D department for production, and at the same time entering their own experience into the central database to provide materials for the teaching system.

For a while, the whole capital city became in full swing, with layers of metal frames and reinforced concrete rising from the ground, and the sound of machinery was heard day and night. Even though the shift system had been adopted, there were still a large number of workers waiting to be put into production lines, and enthusiastic recruits waiting for the opportunity to enter the Iron Pilot training warehouse.

This energy made the Europeans in charge of transportation feel inexplicably fearful:

The city is alive, and every time they arrive in a new city, they can feel the city's completely different style.

And this city, its pulse is strong and cold, resolute and heroic.

The fall of the predecessors will make the later ones feel fear, but here, fear becomes the fuel of the power furnace, burning in people's hearts:

Everyone wants to be the one who defends their homeland. Some people are just not suitable for the battlefield, but it doesn't matter, they will be the right one.

Europeans are shocked.

This country with nothing, these people with nothing, are hammering their future with their bodies day and night.

Dong——

The big bell in the capital rang, which is a rest signal for most production operations.

A reporter walked into the capital with the transport vehicle, watching the people walking out of the workplace, and couldn't help but get close to them and found a man who looked very tired:

This man was carried out of the training room in fear and weakness a few days ago, but now he appeared in the factory again.

"Wait a minute, sir, I want to know if you should rest? I saw you a few days ago."

The man's expression became extremely ashamed: "I didn't pass the virtual training, if that's what you want to ask."

"What is virtual training? Why didn't you pass it?"

"I'm afraid of gunshots, afraid of the enemy's shouts since I was little. No, that's not the point.

The point is that I'm too weak and I can't stand on the battlefield, which may cause disaster to the people behind me.

But I can contribute more in a production position. Sorry, I just want to take some time to rest. "

"But such a tense state may make you have a worse rest. My psychiatrist also said that I am always too focused on work."

Halfway through the reporter's words, he saw the man looking at him like he was looking at a naked idiot.

"They want to wipe us out and destroy our home, and you don't know what that feels like."

The reporter wanted to say something else, but he swallowed all the words in his stomach.

This man said that he failed the training, but the reporter felt that the most fierce soldiers he had ever seen in European military camps did not have that kind of expression.

The outside world says that these are a group of poor people who can't even use guns, but are they really like that?

"Hey! We should go back!"

The driver of the transport truck behind him patted the door. The reporter heard the sound and looked back, thinking:

These are also soldiers. Why do they seem to be from two different worlds?

The reporter returned to his seat with questions and said to the driver while fastening his seat belt:

"It's amazing. They fight for a foreign king, but they don't complain. The outside world says that this king needs blood but not blood, and needs experience but not experience."

"Is that what you like to say?" The driver shrugged, "The person who sits on the throne is the king. If he is not worthy, he will not be able to sit firmly.

Besides, do you think they are really falling behind? We don't have any use for those prosthetics. Damn it, Yankees. The prosthetics I ordered from Atlas didn't even ship. "

The truck engine roared as the mighty transport convoy left the capital of Latvia.

As the last truck disappeared over the horizon, the military command's training facilities ceased operations.

Christopher stood up from the cabin, looking a little pale, but he recovered quickly.

Leal stood in the middle of the aisle with his arms folded, watching a total of 344 reserve pilots who had passed the virtual trial get up from the cabin.

This scene shocked these preparatory pilots:

The king rarely appears in front of them, but his presence is always imprinted in their hearts.

"There's no time. Meet in the square in 30 minutes."