The solar system is broken

The big iron gate opens slowly.

A military jeep drove in slowly.

A soldier, holding a steel gun, took a step forward and knocked on the car window.

The car window rolled down slowly, and two men were sitting in the back seat.

The blond man handed a small book with a blue cover to the sentry. The sentry looked at the man and the photo, and then looked at the official seal.

After confirming that it is correct, raise your right hand in a standard salute!

"Let go!"

With a wave of his hand, the horizontal bar behind him slowly lifted up.

The car stopped gently in a square.

This is a huge warehouse, a blue iron room.

A circle of private soldiers in front completely surrounded the warehouse.

"Bang!"

The car door closes.

Eugene jumped off, and the writer grabbed the handle and got off carefully.

"Click!"

The soldiers standing in front of the warehouse loaded their rifles when they saw the two men.

The body was half bent, surrounded by a fan, and the gun was pointed directly at the two people.

"Hands up, don't move!"

A wave of hand.

Two soldiers surrounded them directly behind them.

"It seems like these guys are not friendly," Eugene raised his hand gently.

The writer was speechless, "The current situation is that you lead me into a trap~"

"Don't say it so harshly~"

A soldier slung his rifle to his chest, crouched down, and quickly stepped forward to check on the two of them.

A pistol was pulled out from the holster on Eugene's right side.

The soldier put the pistol on his waist, then dug into Eugene's pocket and found the blue-covered ID.

The search for the writer went very smoothly because his pockets were cleaner than other people's faces.

"Safety!"

"Do I look like a violent person?"

"You talk too much!" the soldier scolded.

Open the blue certificate.

"Password!"

"City-state!"

"Must win!"

"Hello! I am the captain of the warehouse guard, Carlo." The soldier stretched out his hand.

"Eugene," Eugene stretched out his hand to retrieve the weapon.

"Sorry, your weapons cannot be returned before you show up. Sir, please cooperate with my work."

"Okay," Eugene spread his hands, "then where is General Moss?"

"General, you have been waiting for a long time," the soldier stretched out his hand, motioning for the two of them to follow.

"Let's go!" Eugene winked at the silent writer.

Moss?

I know something about this name.

The actual leader of the seven generals can be regarded as the first leader of the entire city-state.

He wants to meet him? In this strange place?

The blue warehouse has five steps and one post, and is very strictly guarded, like a prison.

The moment the door was opened, the smell of stale engine oil came oncoming.

A silver-white airplane lay quietly in the warehouse.

This is a two-seater propeller aircraft with a heavy machine gun barrel mounted under the cabin and a long cabin.

The T12 blue digital spray paint is probably the serial number of this aircraft.

It looks to be a replica of the CH-47 in appearance. There is a cargo ramp and hatch at the rear of the fuselage. Small vehicles can freely enter and exit the cabin through this door. In addition, there are two large side doors on the aircraft.

Two tandem rotors are placed above the fuselage, and two engines are externally installed at the rear of the fuselage. The engines drive the front rotor through a transmission shaft installed on the top of the fuselage.

The three-blade rotor adopts a low-front and high-rear configuration. The rear rotor tower is taller and has a larger radial size, which serves as a vertical tail. At its root, two engines are symmetrically arranged.

I just don’t know if this thing can have the same amazing transport capacity as the ch-47.

"Transport helicopter?"

This is a simple and crude interlude war, and the scale will not be small.

"Do you know this stuff?" Eugene was surprised, but he soon felt relieved. Blue-blooded people are generally more knowledgeable.

"This is definitely a nightmare~" The writer is very cold, not as crazy as a military fan.

"How to say?"

"Let's talk about it later."

Passing through the complex hangar and walking forward, there are some armed helicopters.

But they are all primitive, not too shocking, and some helicopters don't even have heavy machine guns.

Behind them are some armored vehicles. Look at the armor. It's very thin.

It's a bit like a locust with a crispy skin, but the black hole in the muzzle is still quite bluffing.

Machine guns, small steel cannons, and some framed pills.

A bit rich.

According to the force value of the Shang Dynasty, if this was fought, it would definitely be a one-sided massacre.

But the writer doesn't think so. It's possible before everything settles.

"General!" Eugene suddenly stood still and saluted to the high platform.

"Thank you, sir~" Moss waved his hand.

But his eyes were always on the writer.

"writer."

"Do you know me?" The writer was a little surprised.

"You are the latecomer," Moss looked at the latecomer again.

"Late comer?"

"Qiang!" Moss slowly walked down from the high platform step by step, the metal support groaning in pain.

"I'm deeply impressed by your calmness~"

When he reached the entrance of the building, a bodyguard stretched out his hand to help the old man.

Moss gently pushed away the bodyguard's hand.

"To be honest, I didn't expect that we would meet so quickly." Moss smiled broadly and looked very harmless.

"I don't want to see you," the writer said rudely.

"So cold."

...

There was a creaking sound from behind a bracket, and Dora excitedly took a drawing and turned it out.

"Mr. Moss, this is the aluminum ore distribution map."

Then Dora saw the writer, and their eyes met.

"Mr. Dora, it was a bad thing for me to meet you again~" The writer made a face and was very unhappy.

The first time was the assassination of Durancy, and the second time he encountered a bear.

This time the writer encountered an inexplicable appointment, the kind that would cost him his life.

Dora shook her head, "It's not me this time~"

It is difficult for the writer to believe that Doula was not responsible for this matter.

But to be honest, this was really an accident.

When the layoff list was sent to Moss's office, Moss saw a name that was not a name—writer.

Moss was curious for a moment and asked the accompanying secretary who the writer was.

At that time, the writer solved the ultra-precision measurement of the institute. The secretary was impressed and handed the writer's photo to Moss.

This startling glance made the writer break into Moss's heart.

It's just that the matter of being a consultant is just playing the piano randomly.

Of course, Moss is not a fool. He will not let the writer command the army, but let him do one thing.

"Mr. Writer," Moss gently took the map from Dora's hand and shook it gently, "Are you not satisfied with the job I helped you find?"

"So satisfying," the writer rolled his eyes. I suspect you want to murder soldiers in the army.

"Haha~"

The old man's laughter echoed in the empty hangar, which was a bit scary.

"A ruler is longer, an inch is shorter."

"Don't worry, I never thought about you going to fight," Moss waved his hand.

"so what?"

"Look at this map."

The writer took over a map suspiciously, which was a map of the Shang Kingdom.

Different from ordinary administrative divisions, it is full of contour lines and resource annotation maps.

There are three legends in total, aluminum ore, uranium ore and titanium ore.

The largest number of them are two areas of uranium mines and one aluminum mine.

Uranium, needless to say, is the raw material of mushroom bombs, while aluminum is a lightweight material and a high-end material for aircraft.

As for titanium, it is more useful in aviation, and special aircraft can be used for everything, but it is of little use to a city-state in the pre-industrial era.

There are other markings on the lines, which are railway lines, but these railway lines do not exist and should be proposed roads.

The most eye-catching one is a railway from Youzhou to Hequ, and then from Hequ to Chaoge.

A glimpse of the leopard shows that the target of this railway is not only the entire Great Shang Kingdom, but also has a radiating effect on the southern princes.

"Resource distribution map?" the writer wondered, "Does this have anything to do with my work?"

"We need some human resources, and we want one person in the military to be fully responsible for this."

"Why me?" The city-state is full of talents, and the writer does not believe that there is no one suitable for this matter.

"As for Huo Shan's election..." Moss paused, obviously having other intentions.

The struggle for power.

The writer is very sensitive. He thought of Huo Shan's cold voice and understood a little bit.

Moss wanted to put a few of his own men into the army to maintain his control.