Chapter 1436 - 467: History and the People Will Declare Me Innocent (Part 3)

Chapter 1436: Chapter 467: History and the People Will Declare Me Innocent (Part 3)

The image of an invincible Europe in the hearts of Cubans had long been shattered, coupled with the deliberate shift of hatred from Horizon Mercenaries to Europeans. Wheelchair’s speech was like Mars falling into a gunpowder pile, quickly igniting thousands of defending troops in Guines under the catalyst of fear and anger!

There wasn’t even a need for the spies planted within the camp to incite. The soldiers took up arms voluntarily, rushed out of their posts towards the vehicles, and crazily squeezed the trigger, unleashing bullets to vent their raging blood.

The players’ forces had already reached the outskirts of the Guines defense line, but Cuban soldiers were only holding their guns on alert, with few firing shots, and those who did were quickly restrained by their comrades.

They didn’t know what revolution meant, nor what the buried history Vielte spoke of was.

But at least now, they knew who to take revenge on, who their guns should be pointed at.

Savage joy, will inevitably end in savagery.

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The heads of intelligence agencies across European countries were about to lose their minds.

Because Cuba was already a highly heated topic in current society, many people were paying attention, and Vielte’s speech was naturally witnessed by countless Europeans.

The buried history, the erased truth.

Others might not know what it was, but did these intelligence departments not know?

No matter how they tried, they could not close or limit the information channel of the Voice of the Horizon software, merely watching as the attention steadily rose.

Their previous praises and acclaim for Vielte were now stabbing back at themselves like sharp swords.

The most deadly part was that the wheelchair’s speech touched upon their least wanted topic—their harvesting of Cuban brains.

Even if communication between European satellites and Cuba was cut, it was no use. They weren’t the only satellite owners in the sky.

The European Community had to urgently convene parliament, and within ten minutes, an unprecedented martial law order was issued to each European country.

"Suspend all external network communications from cities, internally ban any transmission of information related to Cuba! Every piece of communicated information must be controlled before being sent."

Disconnecting the internet was a necessary step in controlling public opinion, a tactic often seen in stock markets.

At this moment, the concern was not economic loss; if the issue of public opinion wasn’t curbed, an even larger storm would engulf everyone.

This move was not simply transforming city networks into intranets but cutting off all possible external network communications entirely, even stopping the European Space Agency’s satellites, keeping only the minimum frequency of information exchange, turning each city into an information isolated island.

Even the Black Wall had no way out. However formidable the ghosts in cyberspace were, they couldn’t conduct cyber-attacks on primitives. Ensuring uninterrupted communication among players was already the best they could do.

Yet, a silent war more brutal and terrifying, stemming from Cuba, was about to unfold in Europe.

But at this moment, everyone’s attention remained focused on Cuba.

Morrison, ready for battle, received Europe’s highest military directive.

"At all costs, eliminate Cuba’s armed forces."

The murderous intent hidden within the short order made Morrison’s back shiver.

This so-called at all costs naturally included the use of nuclear weapons, willing to annihilate all Cubans like the big goose peaceful nuclear bombing of Lamb all over again.

He could imagine the extent to which Europe was already desperate, the facade of composure torn away without care.

Horizon Corporation had poked the heavens this time, countless people wanted his life.

Nonetheless, Morrison wasn’t too concerned, they were just Cubans, if dead, so be it.

Authorized, he immediately contacted other battleship captains, who surely also received the same news.

"How many nuclear weapons do we have in stock?"

"Hood has three tactical nuclear warheads."

"Bar has five."

"Pelayo carries one."

"...."

As the captains were tallying and reporting the number of nuclear warheads, an unexpected situation arose.

A communication officer stood up and called out to Morrison on the command platform on the second floor.

"General.... Bolivar requests a communication link."

Bolivar.... Damn it, they actually found the communication channel, these Italians have betrayed thoroughly.

Europe’s local network was disconnected, yet this fleet suspended overseas maintained network communication.

"Ignore them."

"But...."

The communications officer wanted to say something, but the floor-to-ceiling screen in the command room began to shake wildly.

Several hackers at work shouted hastily.

"They’re invading! Quickly switch communication frequencies!"

The hackers were frantic, but couldn’t stop Bolivar’s radar signal, remodeled strongly, from invading.

"General Morrison."

A processed voice resounded in the command room as an image appeared on the screen.

It was a nuclear warhead, bearing the Valmy marking.

It was one of the nuclear bombs originally intended to detonate in Guines but coincidentally intercepted by players outside.

"Let’s play a game."

Family Joy said casually from the other end of the signal.

"Guess where this nuclear bomb is now."

"Guess wrong, and there’s a penalty, guess right, no reward."