Chapter 1431 - 464: The Mystery of the Lemming (Player) Suicides_3

Chapter 1431: Chapter 464: The Mystery of the Lemming (Player) Suicides_3

The Polaris ship has been turned into a gunboat by the players.

After boarding, the engineer pulled up the data on the terminal to show Mongolian Toplaner.

"The program has been modified. The control method isn’t much different from the automated self-propelled artillery you used before, just the aiming method is different. These two cannons are assisted by fire-control radar throughout. The key point is to note that the electromagnetic railgun’s range is very far. Although it hasn’t been tested, it should maintain effective lethality within at least four hundred kilometers, so if the angle is slightly off, the landing point will end up way off target."

Even a target three hundred meters long would look no bigger than a speck of dust at several hundred kilometers away.

"Is this thing powerful? I heard when they were attacking the floating ships, those shield technologies were really tough. What if the power isn’t enough to break through?" 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

"Don’t worry. We’ve calculated using the Polaris ship’s force-field shield data; it should be fine. Even if Mussolini’s horse were there, it would be penetrated with one shot."

By sacrificing all power demands, except for the floating engine, all electricity is supplied to these two electromagnetic cannons, resulting in staggering power.

Moreover, with the large-scale application of room-temperature superconductors, these two electromagnetic cannons, though looking full of green skin elements, have even greater power than the main guns on conventional battleships. As long as it hits head-on, it can penetrate force-field shields.

"That’s reassuring, I’ll treat you to cat food later."

Upon hearing a satisfying answer, Mongolian Toplaner slapped the engineer’s shoulder vigorously.

"By the way, is there anything special about the ammunition, is it solid projectiles?"

Electromagnetic rifles typically use solid projectiles, which only produce penetrating damage. Although the caliber is large, if it doesn’t hit critical parts, the damage might be less than that of explosive weapons.

"No."

The engineer whispered.

"It’s loaded with special explosives, just developed, and the explosive power is said to be absurdly large. All available dozens of kilograms are used in it."

Special explosives?

Mongolian Toplaner nodded slightly, not caring much.

As long as it can hit, that’s all that matters; the rest is none of his business.

At this moment, everyone on the warship was ready, just waiting for him.

Still, the two big cannons on the Polaris ship weren’t the main force. Family Joy never puts all eggs in one basket, preparing for failure even before securing victory.

There must be plans for scenarios like the cannon missing, hitting but not causing expected damage, or being discovered before firing.

The Polaris is just a facade for Huang Ban and Military Science. Who knows if there are spies from Europe watching the moves at Pig Bay through both companies, just using it as a bait.

The real trump card isn’t on the sea but beneath it.

By a hidden seaside cliff at Pig Bay, nearly a hundred high-level stealth and combat players have already geared up. They’re all dressed in black airtight diving suits, wearing breathing masks and oxygen tubes, each carrying their unique weapons on their backs.

Without looking at the IDs on their heads, you can barely recognize who’s who.

And beneath the cliff, turbulent ocean waves crash against the rocks, making Brother Ni tremble.

He’s fearless about eating people alive, but seeing those waves makes his knees weak, and he asked with a tearful face.

"I can’t swim, I’m a landlubber, wouldn’t jumping down drown me?"

"Hard to say."

Someone glanced at the water below.

"Even those who can swim will drown if jumping down, hundreds of kilograms won’t even produce a bubble."

"Don’t worry, you won’t sink."

The Commander-in-Chief said.

"There are cross-medium missiles supporting you, besides oxygen deficiency won’t be a problem, you’re not in your original flesh. Oxygen isn’t an issue."

They couldn’t even gather one or two cells individually, needing very little oxygen, the liquid oxygen concentrated on them should be enough for a month.

He excitedly urged.

"Alright, hurry and jump, mice, or the ship will run away!"

"What about you?"

Brother Ni countered.

"Aren’t you jumping with us?"

Commander-in-Chief replied solemnly.

"I’ll focus on military matters; it’s better for you to handle this kind of thing."

Ruzuo couldn’t wait, leapt forward and jumped off the cliff, toward the rolling tides.

"Why talk so much, I’m going first!"

A splash was heard, and then he was gone, the waters swiftly covering his trail with subsequent waves.

Seeing someone jump, the other players followed suit, leaping forward.

Soon, the Commander-in-Chief’s ears were filled with splashes, watching players jumping off the cliff, this suddenly reminded him of an article he read in elementary or middle school about lemmings jumping into the sea.

The scene looked exactly like what was written in the book, marveling him.

But after all the players jumped, Brother Ni was still hesitant, having gone everywhere, but now truly scared.

He got tossed into a pool by his uncle as a child, nearly drowned, and headaches lasted for hours after being rescued, bidding farewell to swimming pools ever since.

But the Commander-in-Chief knew nothing of this, suddenly pointed to the sky and yelled.

"Whoa! An alien laptop!"

"Huh?"

Brother Ni looked in the direction pointed, seeing nothing but clear skies.

Next, a strong force on his backside caused him to lose balance, stumbling off the cliff.

"Damn you! You just wait for me!!!" He yelled.

Commander-in-Chief clapped his hands after hearing the scream.

"Off you go; dawdling like this, even when I was blowing up the Yellow River dam wasn’t this dilly-dallying."