Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The sky is clear and blue today.

Northwest sea area of ​​Biagun.

D-621, belonging to the Atlantic Fleet of the Fifth Republic of France, the Horizon-class frigate "Knight Astolfo" is heading southeast.

This is the product of the next-generation common frigate program jointly developed by France and Italy, a new generation of European medium-sized air defense ships, using a variety of stealth technologies to integrate the advanced air defense missile systems of Italy and France.

It is the traditional crystallization of the tearing and tearing of European countries.

A sad product of the idea of ​​cost savings.

And a negative textbook on the naval history of great powers.

The suffocating single-front rotating radar can only update the detection ability of the air situation every second, which is enough to crack the ramjet of the supersonic anti-ship missile.

In today's era when the mainstream powers are constantly increasing the caliber of naval guns, the Frenchman took a knife and cut off the main gun on the bow of the ship. He only took two 76mm water pipes to make up the number. No first place.

The most shocking thing is that he dismissed the close-in defense gun system with a rate of fire of thousands of rounds per minute, and confidently equipped two F-2 cannons with a caliber of 20mm and a maximum rate of fire of 720 rounds per minute.

Together with two 76mm small guns, after the failure of the anti-aircraft missile system to intercept, the battleship and even the fleet should respond to the anti-ship missiles that start at Mach 3.

—By the way, this cannon is **** manual.

The boldness and self-confidence of this design is feared by the average gunner Lu Benwei.

Moreover, the two naval guns are in the front, and there is no kinetic energy weapon system at the stern. That is to say, when the anti-ship missiles attack from the rear, once the radar of the crotch and the anti-aircraft missile with poor performance fail to intercept, then the French will only Being able to helplessly watch himself being exploded behind, he didn't even have the chance to raise the white flag.

But it is the compromise product of this effort to compress the budget and only use it for self-protection. On the west coast of Africa, it is still a sea force that terrifies all countries. After the fall of Jurban, the horizon level 2 in Seligal was repaired. The ship "Knight Astolfo" left the port in an emergency and went to the waters near Biagan, looking for possible survivors and escapees, and waiting for the next order.

At 2 p.m. local time, they received new orders.

The battleship set sail at full speed, the top secret mission,

At about four o'clock, the NFH-90 medium-sized anti-submarine helicopter completed preparations for take-off, the crew boarded the plane, and the major of the frigate Aviation Department personally led the team. The helicopter left the apron and gradually lifted into the air.

Through the porthole, they looked down.

From top to bottom, the smooth and simple graceful lines of the Cavalier Astolfo are set off against the blue sea, like a beauty lying in the sea.

The white body, the flat apron, and the white ball at the top of the bridge protruded stubbornly, and the two 76mm naval guns in front of the bridge looked so petite.

The crew members looked serious, looking at the gradually dwindling Knight Astolfo, and the undispersed water splashes dragged by the tail, no one laughed or laughed. The members are the most enviable. Occasionally they can go for a ride in the air, which is always good.

But this time is different.

They have heard that something strange happened over there in Biagan.

At such a time, if a helicopter is sent to fly in the direction of Biagan, an idiot can guess what he intends to do.

Sure enough, the major sitting in the crew cabin glanced at the four sailor officers on the opposite side. These people were transferred from various departments on the ship, including the deck control team of the War Department, and the clerical administration of the Administration Department - the latter is a gentleman. Of Chinese descent, he was recruited to be selected just because he knew Chinese.

Nowadays, the navies and warship administration departments of various countries are gradually inclined to recruit a soldier of Chinese descent or a soldier who understands Chinese, especially the United States. Because the Chinese navy has been expanding the scope of ocean-going voyages in recent years, warships of all countries need to understand Chinese document administration, in order to Prepare for exchange and scolding.

The major got the task code from the pilot's co-pilot, held the file bag, and after the comparison, opened the document, took out the fax issued by the Secretary of Defense personally, and opened it for a while.

Then he looked up and said: "Gentlemen, you are about to carry out an urgent mission, and Fabaixi asks you to keep silent about what you are about to see. After the mission is over, everyone must re-sign a confidentiality agreement, and we will be in Biagan. Receive a VIP in the waters near the territorial waters to transport important cargo."

The four soldiers immediately straightened their waists and said loudly, "Yes, sir!"

Out of the corner of their eyes, they saw two metal boxes strapped to another row of seats.

"The main point of the task is to keep your mouth shut, keep secrets, and be friendly, and prohibit all hostile actions. Sergeant Luo, especially you, you will be in charge of translation, and the whole conversation will be recorded. I ask you to not bring any personal Emotional rigor translates."

"The self-defense weapons you have issued are not allowed to be taken out without permission, and most importantly, no hostile acts of any kind are allowed against VIPs at any time, at any place, under any circumstances. Words—whether in weapons, words, or eyes!"

After the major had finished speaking, he asked, "Any questions?"

The four soldiers looked at each other, and the second lieutenant of the War Department said loudly: "Yes, sir!"

"Say."

"Does the rescue operation involve rappelling operations? Does it involve a temporary shutdown? I didn't find any rescue equipment, where will we find the VIP, on the island or at sea, will there be an engagement?"

The major glanced down at the mission fax, confirmed it, and shook his head: "There is no such information, just order us to arrive at the coordinate position strictly according to the designated route, and then wait."

Having said this, the major couldn't help shaking his head and scolded: "Bullying bureaucrats."

Stupid idiots gave inexplicable orders thousands of kilometers away, and then front-line officers and soldiers racked their brains and risked their execution, as has been the case for thousands of years.

This task process is understated like an outing, but the precautions are instructed.

Especially since the VIP target is still a Chinese, this kind of overly polite, flattering tone and exhortation makes the white major secretly unhappy - as for it?

This is not a serious mission, and there is no need to keep silent all the time. After confirming that there is no mistake, the sailors in the crew cabin begin to communicate. The main topic is what happened in Jurban.

And who the VIP is.

"Will it be the Chinese ambassador to Biagan?"

"It's strange what happened to Biagun recently, they started a war and they were defeated."

Previously, the Cavalier Astolfo was refurbished in the naval port of Seligal. This country wrapped Biagan and Komora in it. The news was well-informed, and the information I heard was all kinds of strange.

After all, for a group of sailors, the greatest joy in life in boring sailing is gossip.

They've even heard of the intelligence that the Foreign Legion Task Force in Comora planted... but they don't know if it's true or not.

"Luo, are you also paying attention to the Komora thing? Your compatriots made a big splash there. I saw the video with my own eyes. Did you lie to us before? I thought Chinese people were as weak as you."

Sergeant Naro retorted: "I'm French."

Otherwise, it would be impossible to join the French Navy, let alone serve on a Horizon-class frigate.

Born French to immigrant parents, he was proud of being able to join the French Army instead of the Foreign Legion.

But at the same time, he has a kind of disgust and rejection of China and his own race, this kind of hostility is not without reason, because he is French, born French, but anyway, no matter how like he behaves A Frenchman, in childhood, in the street, in school, and even in the army, his nickname is always "China Guy", and everyone always calls him Chinese.

Especially now, this VIP who wants to pick up and drop off, the Ministry of Defense and the chief are facing a big enemy, and their extremely cautious attitude is actually facing a Chinese person - if it is an American, that's all.

Chinese...why Chinese?

Even he, he trained hard, performed hard, performed his duties diligently, and was extremely happy when he was specially selected to participate in a secret mission, thinking that his professional skills and loyal performance had finally been appreciated and recommended by his superiors... But I just found out that it wasn't. This is just because I can speak Chinese.

At this moment, he could not describe his mood.

Some even hate their parents, since they have become French and gave birth to him in France - why teach him to speak Chinese? Write Chinese? Why not completely clean up?

The white comrades around him were talking enthusiastically about the Chinese who made waves all over the world, but Sergeant Luo only felt noisy - but unfortunately, the comrades never considered his mood.

Suddenly someone laughed and said: "Wow, wait a minute, shouldn't it, VIP is that Kang-Kant?"

The second lieutenant of the War Department also smiled: "Really? Then I must ask him to sign my name."

Another sailor beside him also winked and wrapped his arms around Sergeant Luo's shoulder: "It's all up to you, Luo, whether we can get a few months of bragging rights and free beer, it's up to you..."

The major said, "Gentlemen, secrecy."

The elated French soldiers hissed in unison.

Sergeant Luo couldn't help but said: "Why is it Kant? He is in Comora now, and he should be preparing to go back to China. Moreover, I always thought it was a well-planned hype and scam. The Chinese are not good at kung fu. I am absolutely convinced of this, the reason why he is so popular is either a disgusting Chinese capital's scheme to harvest the world, or a conspiracy of the Chinese government to try to strengthen its international influence..."

Several French soldiers were not happy: "Oh, Luo, you have seen that video, right? It's not like editing, and it's not like special effects. We have analyzed frame by frame, and Hollywood will not do this. Fine, he is undoubtedly a real man, how can you doubt your compatriots?"

"I am French!"

Sergeant Luo was already a little exasperated: "Look, it won't take long for this real man to sign a contract with a Chinese or Hollywood company to become an action star!"

"No quarrels, gentlemen."

The major controlled the order again: "Don't let your emotions affect the VIP."

... Sergeant Luo is even more angry.

You don't lick Americans so hard!

About 20 minutes later, the pilot's voice came over: "Major, we are about to arrive at the designated coordinates, this is a sea area, no islands, no reefs, no buoys, no ships, no radar detected any signal, our guests Woolen cloth?"

The sergeant walked to the cockpit, glanced at the radar, and then looked down through the window, a sea of ​​dazzling, sparkling waves, accompanied by the sinking sun, nothing.

He confirmed the coordinates again, and there was no difference. After thinking about it, he ordered: "Patrol around the neighborhood, the mission orders us to wait, I will ask the headquarters..."

He returned to the crew compartment, took out the communicator, stood in front of the side door and window of the helicopter, and connected to the ship's tower: "Captain, we have arrived at the designated location, and we have not found V..."

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly widened and he stared blankly ahead: "Oh, fuck..."

With his eyesight, he could barely see a black spot breaking out of the cloud in the distance, rushing towards this side.

"Missiles coming!" he growled. "Heat bombs! Avoid! Avoid!"

The helicopter suddenly dodged to the side, but the pilot shouted in a daze and panic: "Sir, we are not locked, and the radar has not detected..."

"But what is that!"

The major who rushed into the cockpit was out of breath.

"Maybe it's an eagle?" The co-pilot went to get the binoculars, but was snatched by the major. He picked up the binoculars and watched intently for a moment, his mouth widening.

"Sir!" someone shouted from the crew compartment. "The captain said, let you open the door!"

He urged twice before the major came back to his senses.

The shock of the scene I just saw has not yet dissipated from my mind.

There's nothing more terrifying than seeing a man in a NFH-90 medium-sized anti-submarine helicopter flying among the clouds—if there is, that man is also carrying two plastic bags.

If there's anything scarier than that - the guy's still on the phone.

Then there's one more frightening - a man flying on an eagle, carrying two plastic bags, and making a phone call with an impatient face, while he shuts such a person out of the helicopter.

He jerked, took three steps and two steps to the crew compartment, opened the safety valve, opened the side door of the helicopter, and the raging sea breeze blew in, blowing his hair and his face.

The four members of the crew also squinted their eyes subconsciously, and then they stared at the same time, ignoring the salty and cold sea breeze, and their minds went blank.

They saw a man.

Also saw an eagle.

The eagle flew by at an extremely fast speed. It was golden and vibrated with cyan illusory wings. It passed the underside of the helicopter, flapping its wings, and shining over the stunning Changhong.

And a person is standing in the void not far from the helicopter, as if stepping on the most solid ground, the helicopter hovers in the air, and he walks, every step, his feet will bloom with golden brilliance, complex and beautiful The pattern of the flower spreads out like a petal, shining with an extraordinary brilliance, stepping through the empty air step by step, walking through the cold and high sky.

Until he stepped on the metal plate ground in the helicopter cabin, there was an empty sound.

Only then did people realize that such people are real and exist in the mortal world.

Yellow skin, black hair, this face is very familiar, and it has become popular on the Internet two days ago.

Kant.

Chinese Kant.

Kant swept around a few white guys who stood up, and his eyes stayed on Asians: "Can you understand me?"

Sergeant Luo's mind went blank, stunned, frightened, and confused, he nodded subconsciously: "Yes."

Kant shook the bag in his hand: "Is there a box?"

Sergeant Luo subconsciously glanced at the two metal boxes on the chair. Several white men had already rushed over, untied them, held them with difficulty, brought them to Kant, and opened them.

Kant put the two bags in his hand into the box and closed it.

Everyone saw that there was something fluttering inside, like a lot of bugs, but they didn't dare to ask what it was... It was kept secret, and now I know why it is kept secret.

"Give it to your superiors, one for China and one for yourself, tell them, don't play tricks, and, as soon as possible, and be careful, because these things will eat boxes."

These locusts with iron mouths and steel teeth have been locked in bags and have been struggling and biting. Although enchantment can give ordinary substances magical properties, they also have an upper limit. If the upper limit is exceeded, they will disintegrate. You have to be careful along the way, and once the bag is almost finished, nest the dolls.

Three or four sets.

So this enchanted bag doesn't have to be worried about being taken by the French for research, no matter how fast the French scientists get it, only locusts are left in the box.

"do you understand?"

After Kant closed the box, he scratched a few times on the surface of the cold and sturdy metal box, and the power of the fire thief was extracted and decomposed. He could also write at will on the surface of the sturdy object, pretending to have deep inner strength.

The Frenchmen nodded when they saw the highest-level protective box being drawn like this.

"Then it's all right, hurry up, and be careful. I don't know how long this box will last. You'd better have a bigger backup - if the contents run out, I won't say the consequences."

Kant waved his hand, fell backwards, and jumped out of the helicopter. The eagle of Seymour caught it from below, and the brilliance shone. People watched him go away quickly, and then looked at each other, silent for a long time.

Like a dream.

After a while, the second lieutenant who mocked Sergeant Luo licked his lips and asked tremblingly, "Luo, what else do you Chinese people do?"

This time, Sergeant Luo did not refute and emphasized his nationality.

After contacting the country and informing that the courier had been delivered, the black light flashed, and Kant had returned to the white fog world.

Once that little thing is resolved, it’s time to focus on bigger things.

In the vast space of the western airport, all kinds of chariots and ammunition were surrounded by one place. The muzzle pointed to a bulging plastic bag on the ground, printed with the logo of the supermarket.

Inside the bag, a swarm of bugs rammed aimlessly inside.

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PS1: Five thousand words, update... Hmph, Valentine's Day or something, I don't care about it.