NIP Chapter 194 Arrival in Beijing
Chapter 194 Arrival in Beijing
Song Chen listened quietly.
The beasts see humans as true enemies, while humans see the beasts as a threat that must be eliminated.
This war has lasted for fifty years, and there is no room for compromise.
"Therefore, we need more intelligence to find out exactly what those powerful individuals in the ocean are doing before deciding how to intervene."
Han Duo continued.
"What are the arrangements from the teacher's perspective?"
Han Duo put the terminal away: "We might have to leave a few days later."
"This operation is a joint effort by four countries: Great Xia, Eagle Nation, Bear Nation, and European Union. Originally, each country was to send a portion of its elite forces, with the total number of personnel to be kept below one thousand."
"But judging from the current situation, a thousand people are not enough."
"Just dealing with the powerful members of the two royal families of the ocean requires more sixth-level combatants to support us."
"The four countries are in urgent consultations, and on the Great Xia side, Principal Zhou and two other members of parliament are pushing for a troop increase plan."
"In addition, we need to gather intelligence again."
"We need to know the movements of the ocean's powerful beings, the exact locations of Sirius and the main force of the Ice Demon, and the estimated time of the decisive battle before we can take action."
"Currently, the Great Xia's intelligence department has been sending more reconnaissance drones and high-altitude airships towards the Arctic. More detailed intelligence is expected to return within three days."
"The assembly point remains the same, still in the capital. The strongest will arrive first, and we will depart as soon as the plan is finalized."
Song Chen nodded. That's right.
An old wolf and an ice demon are fighting. Should humans intervene? If so, how?
Make sure you look carefully before placing a bet.
The sudden intervention of the two major royal families of the ocean has added even more uncertainty.
If we rashly send troops out and are surrounded by three sides, then it's not an expedition, it's suicide.
"And then what happened after we arrived in the capital?"
"Principal Zhou didn't mention that."
"All right."
Song Chen agreed and turned to look out the window.
The spacecraft is descending.
The clouds dispersed.
The city of Shangjing came into view.
This was the first time Song Chen had seen it.
Unlike Anning City, which is very small, with long queues at the city gates in the morning and evening, and the tallest building in the city is no more than 100 meters high.
Unlike Tianhai City, which is located by the sea, Tianhai has breakwaters and offshore forts outside its city walls, and the sea breeze always carries a salty smell.
Shangjing was not a city, but a military fortress.
The outer city wall is hundreds of meters high. The steel and concrete walls are dark gray and do not reflect any light in the afternoon sun, like a mountain range rising from the horizon.
The city walls were densely packed with gun emplacements and firing ports, with a turret every fifty meters. The psionic cannons on top of the turrets extended out of the crenellations, pointing towards the surrounding wilderness.
The city wall extends outwards to twelve prismatic fortresses, each of which protrudes independently from the outer side of the city wall.
A large-caliber psionic cannon was mounted on the top of the fortress, its barrel even larger than the main cannon on the walls of Tianhai City.
The inner side of the city wall is lined with layers of defensive fortifications.
From the air, you can see three inner city walls, dividing the entire base city into four ring-shaped areas.
The outermost layer is the military zone, where the main force of the defense forces of Shangjing is stationed. Barracks, warehouses, and training grounds are neatly arranged, and armored vehicles and airships are lined up in designated areas ready to be deployed.
The second floor is the industrial area, with huge factories and chimneys emitting wisps of white smoke.
The third floor is a residential area, with high-rise buildings and streets as regular as a chessboard. Neon lights are on even during the day, their colors standing out against the gray background of the city.
At the very heart of the building stands a towering black tower.
That's the headquarters of the Great Xia Parliament.
The tower is over 300 meters tall, entirely black, without any decorative architectural elements, standing straight up like an iron stake driven into the ground.
A flag of the Great Xia Dynasty hangs atop the tower, its red surface unfurling in the wind.
A population of 20 million.
The First Base of the Great Xia Dynasty.
From the air, the wilderness outside the outer city walls has been cleared out into a blank area more than 100 kilometers wide.
The ground was charred black, barren of all vegetation, and even the soil had been burned into hard lumps by repeated high temperatures.
That was a kill zone cleared by artillery fire and flamethrowers over decades. Any alien beast that wanted to get close to the city wall had to endure the barrage of psionic cannon fire on this hundred-kilometer stretch of scorched earth.
There was no cover, no shelter, just a death zone.
The airport is located in the west of the city.
Song Chen saw hundreds of spaceships of varying sizes docked in the port area.
There are military gray-black transport ships and civilian silver-white passenger ships.
At least tens of thousands of troops are stationed around the port area, with armored vehicles parked at the edge of the tarmac and soldiers patrolling in standard combat armor.
Further away lies the city itself.
Even thousands of meters above the ground, one can see the bustling crowds and traffic within the neighborhood.
On the roads between the skyscrapers, vehicles moved in a line like ants.
The giant GG screen in the commercial district kept switching images, showing a light rail train passing between two buildings at such a speed that it left a trail of afterimages.
The entire city is like a giant, breathing living organism.
Noisy, crowded, and orderly.
The spacecraft continued its descent, and the outline of the airport became increasingly clear.
A gray military transport ship was taking off, the roar of its engines audible even through the bulkhead.
On the ground, several ground support vehicles were driving toward the spacecraft's designated landing site, with indicator lights flashing on their roofs.
Song Chen leaned back in his seat and gently tapped the hilt of the Tianjun Blade with his finger.
We've arrived in the capital.
Soon, the spaceship landed, the hatch opened, and the gangway slowly descended.
The air in Beijing is dry.
As Song Chen stepped off the gangway and landed firmly on the ground, he saw a group of people standing on the edge of the tarmac.
Zhou Wangyue was walking at the very front.
Today he was wearing a dark gray long gown with a black overcoat, and his posture was as straight as a pine tree.
There were seven or eight people standing behind him, some in military uniforms and some in formal attire. Each of them exuded a powerful aura and was clearly someone who could speak with authority in the capital.
Zhou Wangyue stood at the end of the gangway, his hands behind his back, his face expressionless, but his eyes were fixed on Song Chen.
Song Chen paused for a moment, not expecting his teacher to come and pick him up in person.
The last time they met was in the underground river in Changqing City. After that, he went to Beiyuan and spent a month sweeping around. The two spoke a few times, but they were always brief combat briefings.
Zhou Wangyue never mentioned that he would personally pick them up at the airport.
Song Chen quickened her pace and walked over: "Teacher, you're too kind, you didn't need to come in person."
Zhou Wangyue looked him up and down.
His gaze swept from head to toe, lingered for a moment on the Heavenly Blade, then for two seconds on the eerie blue light on his chest, before returning to his face.
"My Qi and Blood have exceeded 10,000, and my Spiritual Power has also exceeded 10,000."
"good."
Before Song Chen could speak, Zhou Wangyue had already reached out and pressed down on his shoulder.
Five fingers were gripping the shoulder blades, with considerable force.
Zhou Wangyue's gaze shifted from his face to his chest, where the dark blue Source Spirit Crystal hung below his collarbone, mostly hidden by his collar, but even top-tier experts could sense the faint energy fluctuations it emitted.
"It's stronger than I thought."
Zhou Wangyue stared at the crystal for a while, then withdrew his hand and looked up into Song Chen's eyes.
"It won't be long before you become a full member of parliament."
The seven or eight people behind them exchanged glances.
Every official member of the Great Xia council is at the sixth rank.
Zhou Wangyue said that when he was a formal member of parliament, he wasn't praising the students; he was making a prediction.