Chapter 1446 - 471: The Evil God Returns

Chapter 1446: Chapter 471: The Evil God Returns

"Good! Well done."

Seeing the artillery impact points through the frontline drones made Morrison feel delighted.

He had wanted to do this for a long time!

If it weren’t for the psychological shadow left by the previous incident with the Polar, making warships afraid to approach within a hundred kilometers of the coast, players might have been bombarded a hundred times a day by electromagnetic cannons during this short period.

This time Morrison was gambling

He gambled that Horizon Corporation had piled all its resources on the Polar, that the offshore area was no longer a threat, and only then did he dare to order the ship to approach the shore.

After all, you never know.

"Sir, their forces have started retreating."

"Now they’re afraid, but it’s too late."

Morrison said with great satisfaction.

"Once you notice any signs of their gathering, continue the bombardment. Order each squad to prepare for a counterattack after the bombardment ends."

"Yes, sir!"

Morrison’s eyes shone coldly.

Threatening me with nuclear bombs?

Ha, how ignorant.

European weapons are countless times more advanced than yours; do we even need nukes to get rid of you?

Space-based weaponry paired with electromagnetic naval cannons—it’s not even a challenge to pick off you land forces as target practice.

No matter the country or era, infantry are forever third-class forces.

If it weren’t for the Moon’s electromagnetic launchers being seized by that damn space debris, Morrison would have long applied to the European Space Agency for a shot to sink Cuba, sending those guys flying.

Just wait, once the European headquarters finds the nukes, I will slowly deal with you.

Morrison, fiercely dissing the Horizon Mercenaries in his mind, never considered the possibility of nukes not existing.

Because the moral bottom line of this world dictates they would measure themselves by others.

A rogue without a bottom line will never believe that good people exist in this world. He will subconsciously believe that everyone approaching him has ulterior motives.

In Morrison’s shoes, he would definitely hide nukes under Europe’s backside—or even stage some terrorist attacks, disrupt social order, and then publicly announce the nukes’ existence to force Europe to withdraw troops.

This is a very wise decision; what happens afterward is not important.

After all, the upper class monopolizing public opinion won’t care about its image, as long as the site is sealed off, keeping information in a very small area—that way, it won’t blow up.

Companies generally don’t let these matters grow big, resolving them privately, eliminating others as needed.

Everyone’s doing it; if it becomes public, no one would be able to clean it up.

"By the way, what’s going on at the eastern front? Not losing grip, right?"

Morrison enlarged the holographic map to cover all of Cuba, initially planning to form a pincer attack and beat the drowning dog, only to see the frontline, which had already taken half of Camaguey, retreating visibly fast.

"This..."

Beside him, Cavendish wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"News just came from there. Super Earth’s offensive is fierce; they were caught off guard by the enemies’ radar technology and air-to-air missiles, severely losing the air force, making it impossible to gain air dominance, and leading to significant ground troop losses."

It means that currently, the players can’t afford missiles; if they had some medium- or intercontinental-range missiles, coupled with satellites and radar, today they could show Europeans what God’s whip lashing them feels like.

"Hmm."

Morrison snorted coldly, yet had no intention of assisting, or rather, he was happy to see this situation.

Nothing is more satisfying than competitors struggling while you advance triumphantly.

It’s a fear when brothers suffer, and a fear when brothers drive luxury cars.

"Tell them, my demands are not high, just hold the line and don’t lose too quickly. Once I’m done here, I’ll help."

"Especially on the French side, emphasize it multiple times—I don’t want to see them in any POW camps, preferably not like a hundred and forty years ago when they surrendered in less than two months, truly losing Europe’s face."

Cavendish nodded and left.

If you ask which countries have the most experience in making light of France worldwide, it must be the British, Germans, and Russians. They have rich experience in turning France into a sieve.

So saying there’s unity among them is just a lie; even in small corners, everyone has a pile of old debt records. It’s just that everyone has something to gain; only by carving up New America’s and Soviet Union’s power vacuum shall they not devour each other.

"Oh right."

Morrison stopped Cavendish.

"Remember to immediately inform me of any news about the Polar, even if we can’t reclaim the warship, we should sink it."

"Anyway, the advantage is mine."

"Yes."

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It must be said, existing technological disparity on the realistic level stands as an overwhelming advantage on the battlefield.

Just like the battle of Mokra, where WWII tanks and heavy machine guns soloed Polish cavalry—it was a completely one-sided slaughter.

Poles’ prideful cavalry fell like wheat under heavy machine guns, regardless of the cause and process, their bravery did not change the reality of the war’s progression.

And the gap between players and Europe is just like Poland against Germany during WWII.

In terms of infantry standards, players are not inferior to Europeans at all, even if the average level of their augments is slightly lower, they can still manage a 7-to-3 ratio in encounters thanks to overclocking and personal skills.

But all these advantages seem powerless in front of floating naval cannons and space-based weaponry.