Sky Fortress

Since the battle against the thirteen mercenary armies of the Immortal Consortium, and the incredible comeback that no one could believe, they have achieved this.

Dugo Technologies has become a hot commodity in the mercenary market.

No one doubted the power of their mech army anymore; instead, orders skyrocketed.

Director Du also proved that unless there is a difference in "civilization level" or a cosmic bug such as a megastructure or relic, the advantage of mass production can always defeat everyone.

The senior engineer is in a somewhat awkward position now.

That's because the group's female executives didn't give him any face at all, and actually attacked the Research Association.

It wasn't just the Research Association was attacked; to be precise, all five "stage-three competing forces" in the Southern Hemisphere, and all the mechanical cities, were invaded by the mech army.

"Are these women crazy?" the senior engineer muttered to himself, then couldn't help but ask curiously, "How many mechs did they deploy?"

"Based on satellite positioning, there must be at least 1 million of them."

"I... I'll go."

Even a senior engineer could imagine that the unmanned factory's assembly line would operate day and night, with various large mechanical parts being assembled and tested at maximum efficiency under Director Du's control, before being sent to the battlefield.

An executive member clicked on a holographic screen.

On the sea, sea monster-shaped mechs waded across the water, their mouths open and their energy cannons flashing almost continuously.

In the sky, swarms of mechanical birds attacked each corporate base; these birds were also a type of "unmanned aerial vehicle."

It seems that the group's internal mecha technology has improved again, and now it has combined the characteristics of "mecha" and "radioactive beast" to produce various models.

The senior engineer secretly glanced at the faction panel.

Beast-type mech: Model 1351, Humanoid mech: Model 134

"Where did they get so much advanced technology to develop so many special models of mechs?"

"I can't help but despair," one executive said.

Mass production is one thing, but mecha development is another.

"I think there might be some outsiders helping them in the dark."

The senior engineer rubbed his nose.

Who else could it be but that guy with the brain in a vat?

This thing can actually be considered a 'large biological computer,' and it's even a 'radiated species model.' With such a radiated beast spy dissecting all biological structures and principles, it's no wonder that the technology of 'radiated beast mechs' has developed so quickly.

"Furthermore, Dugo Technologies has only been established for three years. Even if they have exceptional capabilities in military weapons development, what about the 'control center' needed to operate so many unmanned mechs?"

One member couldn't help but ask.

"Based on my guess, this level of data processing technology is probably being helped by some old man, no, old woman."

"Elder brother!!"

Gao Yuanyuan's dissatisfied voice echoed in Gao Gong's mind.

Oh, I forgot, this old lady is my younger sister. He taught her many skills from her previous life.

He was hoping that Gao Yuanyuan would continue down the path of "virtual civilization" from his previous life.

"What is the reason behind the opponent's use of such tactics?"

One of the Research Association's military advisors couldn't help but remark.

"According to our analysis, the other side will most likely adopt the strategy of forming alliances to dismantle several companies in the Southern Hemisphere with opposing technological paths, such as Secret Electronics or Planet Energy."

"Let me see, no, let me think—"

The senior engineer pondered for a moment with a serious expression, then opened Dugo Technologies's internal network and, using the highest-level account, briefly browsed through the plan.

"My personal guess is that it's because our side—no, the enemy's side—determines that after the first and second phases of high-intensity warfare, most companies will be severely short of ammunition, with their inventory not exceeding 40%. At this point, as long as we continuously deplete their ammunition reserves through a swarm of aircraft tactics, reducing their ammunition reserves to below 20%, we can eliminate the threat to all companies in the Southern Hemisphere."

"The 'Sacred Brain Group,' which is in the third stage, is best suited for this kind of attrition tactic because hostile forces cannot attack it."

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As for who initiated this "tactic", it was General Quill.

'This methodical approach really suits her style.'

The senior engineer stroked his chin. In his memory, this character also had a boss template. Although there was only one, it was an "artillery template," which seemed to be very suitable for the current situation.

Flame General (Faction Exclusive):

General's Might: Enhances morale by boosting morale by 30% and increases faction loyalty by 10% through encouragement and motivation.

Blood of War: General Quill possesses exceptional command abilities; whenever she is in command, the battle victory rate increases by 20%.

Legendary Gunner: General Quill excels in artillery warfare; under her command, artillery calibration is increased by 10%.

"Once we enter interstellar space, let's upgrade her and create several 'space battleship' type boss templates. The 'heavy ship and giant cannon' art style suits her better."

Once again, in the operations room, everyone was looking at the senior engineer with strange eyes.

The senior engineer was furious:

"What else do you want? I've already leaked their military secrets to you. As a president who has maintained a neutral stance, haven't I done enough for you?"

The group of people were speechless.

Although it's classified, it's still useless.

They're playing a game of overt strategy.

Could it be a double act?

The senior engineer saw through some people's thoughts and snorted coldly.

"Then you can do it yourselves. I didn't want to get involved in these things in the first place, but you insisted on dragging me here."

Gao was about to leave, but the group of seasoned executives quickly stopped him, showering him with flattery.

"How about you surrender, and I'll try to get you the treatment of a high-ranking prisoner? You can also just give up your brain-computer interface project and obediently become downstream manufacturers. Be content with a modest life, be content with a modest life."

"President, the 'brain-computer interface' from the Holy Brain Group is a biological one."

One person couldn't help but say.

Most of the 30 companies in Mr. G's Research Association are in the "mechanical and electronic" field, and they can't become downstream manufacturers.

This is why they have no choice but to fight to the bitter end.

"Then what should we do? You guys figure it out."

The senior engineer simply gave up, with an expression that said, "Do whatever you want."

"Actually, how about we take the president hostage and make him cooperate with us—"

"Holy crap, which genius came up with this idea?" the senior engineer roared, glancing around at the crowd.

Many people had shifty eyes, looking like they had ulterior motives.

I reckon if G hadn't been so good at fighting, these people would have actually done it.

"President, why don't you talk to that General Manager Du and ask them to target other companies first, and we can wait a little longer?"

These words immediately garnered the approval of many, suggesting that this was the idea they had from the beginning.

"Yes, President, we are all from the same root, why are we so eager to harm each other?"

"That's right. No matter what, we, Dugo Technologies, and Shengnao Group are all potential allies."

"Yes, we can talk about it. We can talk about anything."

"President, how about you sacrifice your good looks..."

Faced with this unyielding and unyielding chairman, even these powerful and ruthless figures were unusually subdued.

He has no shortage of money or power, but he's worried about offending "President Du" if he tries to use a honey trap.

So all they can do is talk sweet nothings.

"Fine, I'll go ask. But let's be clear, I'm just asking. Whether they agree or not is not up to me."

The group nodded hurriedly.

"But I can't get away with nothing," the senior engineer said, stroking his chin and pondering for a moment before suddenly tapping the metal floor beneath his feet.

"The technology to build this 'Sky Fortress' will be handed over to me later."

A group of people's eyes fell on an executive who seemed to have undergone 100% mechanical transformation, looking like a robot.

"Chasseon, what do you think?"

Sky Fortress and Sky Carrier belong to the same branch of the same technology roadmap.

Sky carriers follow the direction of starships, emphasizing space travel, with heavy engines and high speed.

The Sky Fortress is heading in the direction of the Death Star. Above that is the Space Fortress, which is a space base ten times larger than a space station. And at its end is the Death Star, a planetary annihilation weapon.

The technological content of the space fortress... at least in terms of the number of technology blueprints, is greater than that of the sky carrier.

This technology is the core technology of the heavy machinery company where Chaston works.

Adhering to the spirit of "better to die than to die myself," the group of executives immediately turned their fire on Chaston.

"Chaston, the president has been working so hard for us; it's time to repay him!"

"Chaston, you don't want to be stripped of your 'executive' position and have your personality chip removed because of the failure of the 'corporate war,' do you?"

"Old Cha, how about we offer you 100 million as compensation, since we're a company?"

"Manager Cha, don't be ungrateful!"

Chaston's face was only ruined by the transformation; otherwise, he would have been furious, his face turning red with anger. "You shameless bunch! You want the benefits yourselves, but you make others do the work!"

What the hell is going on with this plane?!

However, he did not dare to openly oppose it.

After all, the Research Association operates on the principle of majority rule. Didn't you see how the president was put in such an awkward position?

If he objects, he'll be kicked out of the organization immediately, and then besieged.

For executives whose projects fail, the consequences are extremely harsh, regardless of the company.

But this is Sky Fortress technology!

He can't make that decision.

"I need to consult with the board of directors."

Chaston hesitated for a long time before finally gritting his teeth and saying.

"Then let's go quickly!" the other members urged.

This was the first time Chaston had ever realized how "popular" he was.

A moment later, Chaston returned, his expression... unreadable; he wasn't wearing a bionic skin.

"How so?" someone asked.

Chaston glanced at the languid chairman, and the mechanical body's energy channels slowly contracted, giving him a feeling of 'stomach pain'—even though he had removed this organ ten years ago.

"The above statement is that I should make the decision myself."