Zhao Yu had been completely dumbfounded by the firepower from the opposite side.
Although he had resolved a few of the defense robots at the beginning, his companions then beat Zhao Yu to death with absolutely precise shots, and the energy of the bunker's defense shield had dropped to the danger zone almost in the blink of an eye, and if it wasn't for Kristin's temporary invocation of energy to replenish it, Zhao Yu would have definitely already turned into a corpse by now.
And now his situation was definitely not a good one, he could only hide behind the bunker and use the machine gun to sweep around, the current number of smashes was 12 - all taken down by the auxiliary machine gun.
"Kristin!" Zhao Yu couldn't help but yell, "Is there a more effective way? I don't think this bunker will last long!"
"Don't rush! It's useless to rush!" Kristin didn't even turn her head back, both hands pressing keys on the panel as if they were flying, "I have to recompile the program, do you think it's easy!"
"I'm just reminding you of an objective fact!" Zhao Yu poked his head out again to try and get two more shots off, the nearest robot wreckage was less than three meters from the bunker, it was practically face to face, but the panel was littered with locked alerts and locked target displays, Zhao Yu felt like his auxiliary chip was going to be overloaded, "This is like a hellishly difficult shooting game!"
"Come on wow, how can this count, I'll find you a game later to show you what hell difficulty is!"
"Pvt. Kristin, please do your job!"
But Zhao Yu was still a rookie on the battlefield after all, even if he had been promoted to Private First Class. After shooting for a while with no gain, the bunker defense line was finally broken through.
A single shot exhausted all the energy of the bunker's defense shield, followed by dozens of bullets that directly smashed the bunker into a beehive, the only thing worth celebrating was that the bunker itself had a certain defensive function, and Zhao Yu hiding behind it was unharmed for a while, only that the two auxiliary machine guns were instantly scrapped.
"Kristin--!" Zhao Yu almost screamed in misery.
Just before his words left his mouth, two bullets passed through the cover and finally hit him.
The first shot was blocked by the combat suit's defense shield, while the second shot directly pierced through his left arm, and the burning pain came through clearly, making Zhao Yu feel that he might really die here - the only strange thing was that even after being so gruesome, he didn't have the same kind of "this time it's going to be bad! The only strange thing was that even after all this misery, he didn't have that "this time it's going to be bad" premonition that he used to have in the past.
"But ... this half year's time was originally picked up ... is also considered to have earned it ... and can still act like a normal human being ... "Zhao Yu collapsed on the ground, his mind racing with thoughts until he reacted, "Why am I still alive? Those robots aren't attacking anymore?"
"Mr. Private First Class, it's okay." Kristin's voice came, he held up Zhao Yu's left arm, "Ah, don't worry, it's a penetrating wound, the warhead didn't stay inside, just stop the bleeding and bandage it."
"Solved?" Zhao Yu sat up and saw through the broken cover in front of him that the robots had all stopped moving and stayed quietly in place.
Kristin's voice had a hint of fatigue hidden in it, "Well, the original set command was lifted, and the next step is to set new commands for them to deal with the enemies outside.... But before that, it's necessary to bandage you up first."
Kristin took out a spray bottle from the cabinet and sat Joewoo down on a chair before spraying the contents of the spray on his wound.
"Did you guys have any of that hemostatic gel ... in your day?"
"Seems like it does and doesn't." Jo Yu removed his helmet with one hand to let himself get some air, "I'm not a military fan, so I'm not sure if that kind of stuff is something that exists in reality or in a sci-fi game."
Kristin pulled out a roll of white bandages, "So what do you do in your time? Travel?"
"No... "Zhao Yu laughed bitterly, "I spent the last three years in a hospital bed, the medicine of that era couldn't save me."
"Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot that most of the people who were revived by the Batmings were hibernating because of terminal illnesses."
Jo Yu noticed that Kristin said "Batmings", which was quite unusual. Since joining the army, everyone who mentioned this race called them "aliens" in a tone of disgust, and saying "aliens" was even polite.
"You don't seem to hate aliens?"
"Why should I?" Kristin asked rhetorically, "My great-great-grandfather was resurrected by them."
"Oh? What year?" Jo Yu's spirit lifted, maybe he could even meet a "peer"?
"Birth? I remember it was 2026." Kristin said, "What, the same era as you?"
Jo Yu sighed with great disappointment, "I'm older, I froze before your maternal great-grandfather was born."
Kristin laughed twice, "Sometimes I envy you guys, at least you used to spend carefree days."
Joew thought for a moment and decided not to contradict him just yet.
"A lot of people are tired of the war, but there's no way around it, the flight restriction and the death countdown are both still in place, so everyone can only continue to fight. After all is said and done, isn't it all the stupid things our forefathers did themselves? ... Ah, not including you."
Zhao Yu's face twitched, "Thanks ah ..."
The "Flight Restriction Order" and the "Death Countdown"-the former was the shackle that bound the Earthlings, and the latter was the noose that was tightening around the necks of the Earthlings.
According to the information obtained by Zhao Yu, the good sense of self of human beings was broken from the day of the flight restriction order.
That day was December 25, 2099, the last Christmas of the 21st century.
It had been five years since World War III, and mankind had miraculously not played with the Earth, and everything was progressing steadily, but on the day known as "Judgment Day", the Batmans announced something.
The people of Earth had failed their exams.
Beginning 10 days later, on January 5, 2100, Earthlings were forbidden to leave the planet using any craft containing Batmins technology; those already on the Moon and other exoplanet bases could voluntarily choose to stay on their bases or be sent back to Earth by the Batmins, but the Batmins would no longer be responsible for transporting supplies.
Earth society was in an uproar - this nearly half a century of rapid technological advancement had been almost entirely dependent on the Batmins' technological support, and now the sudden announcement of a ban, what was the difference between this and pulling out a patient's oxygen tube? The Earthlings had long since given up on independently developing their own technology, and over 95% of all new technology was related to the Batmins! This is forcing the Terrans to withdraw all their outer space bases!
The only thing spared is the Moon, where mankind can still barely supply some of the lunar bases if they regain the technology they had fifty years ago, before the arrival of the Batmins ...
Of course the Earthlings are going to question the Batmings about what the hell this failing the test is. Why have we never heard of such an exam?
"It's based on the rules of access to the United Civilizations, and the examination of a low-grade civilization must be kept completely secret so that the developmental tendencies of that civilization can be discerned." Batmins' ambassador to Earth, Lek, made this reply, "As for Earth's civilization, after observation, our conclusion is - you are not suitable for, nor are you keen on, developing into space. Based on the developmental tendencies you have shown, the Combine has judged you to be of the Near-Earth Civilization type, and your sphere of control will be limited to your star system. Of course, you can still leave the solar system on your own, but in order to avoid unnecessary conflicts, we will not provide technical support in this regard."
"Why are we just a near-Earth civilization?!" The Earth representative was shocked beyond belief, "We have already ascended to planets hundreds of millions of kilometers away from our home planet in these decades! We have more development plans!"
"Development plans for the solar system, yes, that is the right of the Near-Earth civilization, and I will not stop you." Lek said, "But to set your sights only on this star system is the most distinguishing characteristic of Near-Earth civilization. Remember how many times we've encouraged you to venture further out into the stars? Remember how we have always offered you free passage to the United Civilizations? What have you done with a few decades, which is really nothing in many civilized races, but for the people of Earth, which is half the average lifespan? Have you attempted to travel beyond the solar system? Even just to formulate a viable plan?"
"Didn't a lot of Earthlings also travel to the Boeing constellation during those decades!"
"Many? No, too few, my friend." Lek's reply seemed to carry a hint of sympathy, "According to the standards of the United Civilizations, for a civilization to get rid of the lower limit of the standards of near-Earth civilizations, the proportion of people who aspire to the stars and travel to the universe should be at least 5% of the total population of that civilization - and what is it, Earth? Your population has now surpassed ten billion, but the number of people who have gone to the Bojangles, plus those who have left the solar system for the cosmos in other ways in these past few decades, is only five million, two hundred and sixty-six thousand, ninety-nine hundred and eighty. Even if you include the number of inhabitants of the Moon, Mars, Io, and all the space cities, it doesn't reach fifty million ... How am I going to report to the Combine that you aspire to the universe?"
"You should have stated such criteria beforehand!"
"As I said, I can't disclose the standard to you, otherwise you will only embark on space travel without any plan in order to reach this standard, but this is not your nature, you always rely on your home planet, you are always used to having your feet on the surface of planets, and you are afraid of traveling to the vast universe, even with our technology and security guarantees, you are still trembling, and you are more passionate about the universe than the stars! You are more passionate about fighting on your home planet and making enemies of your own countrymen than you are of the stars. It is nothing to distrust us, but you do not even trust yourselves." Reich's statement was a sad conclusion to Earth's future - until humanity redeveloped its own space technology, the people of Earth would never again be able to reach the vastness of space.
Yet how easy is it to reopen the technology tree? It wasn't a matter of finding another blank sheet of paper and re-tracing it; it was a matter of altering a Da Vinci painting into a Raphaelian style. The Batmins' technology had long penetrated into every aspect of human technology, and the first thing to do if they wanted to develop it independently was to re-strip the alien technology from the Earth's technology, but the price was too heavy, so heavy that the Earthlings eventually gave up their plan to break with the alien civilization if they didn't want to set back their standard of living by a hundred years.
Then let's leave it like this for now, the Batmins' technology is enough to solve all the problems of environment, population, resources, food and so on on the earth, the earthlings will be at ease to be a near-earth civilization first, develop their own science and technology well, and wait for a certain day to be able to rejoin the space, this day may take hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, but as long as the human beings don't play off by themselves, they should also be able to wait for that day.
Until then, the great mission of exploring into space can only be handed over to the more than five million compatriots who set out early ...
But the earthlings failed to realize even this broken wish.
A helmet was suddenly handed to Zhao Yu, who was fuming and recalling history, and Zhao Yu recognized the helmet as the one he had just taken off.
"Your officer is looking for you on the comm channel." Kristin said, "He seems to be in a hurry."
"Ah ...? Hahaha I forgot to put my helmet back on ... "Zhao Yu hadn't particularly enjoyed fighting, and was considering taking the opportunity of his injury to be lazy, but he knew Borg's temperament - Borg himself was a rather jumpy character, and his hands were However, he knew Borg's nature - Borg himself was a rather free-spirited character, and was more lenient with his subordinates, and since he had just realized that Zhao Yu was fighting a hard battle, he would definitely allow him to take a break without any special circumstances.
In other words, there was trouble.