The system really quieted down.
Lin Cuo leaned on the back of the chair. After the fresh feeling of Raynor's Friend just now passed, heartache emerged from his chest little by little.
Twenty tons High-Purity Fluid Sakuradite.
It is nothing in the total production of Great Han, but in the strategic preparations that can be allocated unconditionally at the moment, it is enough to affect a Rocket test, several batches of superconducting windings for Shield generators, or a temporary supplement in a certain direction when the second round of BETA lands.
What's more, the other party didn't even give a definite return.
Lin Cuo stared at the last confirmation code sent back by Koprulu Fleet. The more he looked at it, the more he felt like a fool who had been deceived by a story of heroism and had to pay on the spot.
But if he was asked to recover the twenty tons, he couldn't do it.
Why did United States in "Hearts of Iron" eventually become the Arsenal of Democracy?
Many times, it sends out rifles, trucks and fuel first, and the returns may be late or never come.
But as long as there are still people outside who insist on fighting, the enemy cannot bring all its strength to the door of its main base.
Put it into the war between worlds, and the truth will only become simpler.
If a civilization dies today because it does not have twenty tons of fuel, tomorrow the things following it may continue to move forward along that blank space; today it feels that this is not its own war, and after all the worlds that are still willing to resist are extinguished, they will have to face all disasters alone.
Therefore, when it is time to support, we still need to provide appropriate support.
As for other things, let's wait until we can actually talk to each other.
This set of logic is very complete and is in line with the calculation of the interests of Paradox Interactive players. However, Lin Cuo's headache has not been alleviated, but has become more and more serious.
He suddenly thought of Kashgar, of those division icons that turned from green to red, and finally extinguished completely, and of the names and birth years that rolled over line by line after the system expanded the casualty figures.
When playing "Hearts of Iron" in the past, the manpower pool dropped from 2 million to 1.6 million, which only meant the replenishment speed of war support, conscription law and organization level; when a Armored Division was surrounded and annihilated, it only meant that one's own troops were being sacked.
Now, behind every bit of manpower are real people.
If the future really enters a total war across the entire galaxy, what Great Han needs is to squeeze all the resources and population of the entire planet into the war machine.
Can he really drain the country like in the game?
Can you write the deaths of tens of millions of people as necessary losses and then continue to click on the next item National Focus?
The answer is actually not complicated.
If more people would die if he didn't do this, he would still sign.
He will not stop automatically because his methods are cruel, nor will he pass the responsibility to another person just because a certain order makes him uncomfortable.
What really scared him was another thing. One day, he might not feel uncomfortable anymore.
When I see tens of millions of people dying, I still only think that the replenishment rate needs to be increased; when I see a city being destroyed, my first reaction is just how much industrial value has been lost; when I see a civilization sending a request for help, I first ask whether its technology tree is worth twenty tons Sakuradite.
That kind of self may be more efficient, and may also be closer to the so-called qualified overall war Commander-in-Chief.
But if efficiency is all that remains in the end, even if humans win, what will survive?
Lin Cuo raised his hand and pressed his forehead, and the system gave the settlement rudely.
[Stress rises significantly.]
[Source of stress: strategic resource anxiety.]
[Source of pressure: civilization-level responsibility.]
[Source of pressure: Men of Iron Mode cannot be rolled back.]
[Source of stress: You are doubting your ability to withstand real casualties in the long term.]
[Additional judgment: frequent use of shameless remarks, jokes and exaggerated political rhetoric, and a tendency to actively discard dignity to cover up fear.]
Lin Cuo stared at the last line, thinking that something had been directly poked, and his cheeks instantly turned red.
"My art is called leadership, and I'm a little hot now. I just need to take a shower!"
[Self explanation complete.]
[Credibility: Low.]
"Shut up."
He sat in the office for a while, and finally got up and left. When he walked into Forbidden City, the royal briefing had just ended, and Jiang Lihua was sitting alone in the high-backed chair by the window. As an adult, her Her figure is still petite, and the seat is made high in accordance with traditional etiquette. Her legs hang down from her skirt, White Knee-High Stockings is pressed against her calf, her shoes have been taken off at her feet, and her toes are hanging a short distance from the ground, swaying slightly.
When she saw Lin Cuo, she put the documents on her lap aside and moved to the inside of the chair.
"You, come here."
Lin Cuo stopped in place, Jiang Lihua's ear tips were a little red, and he looked away.
"I said... lie down."
The two of them no longer need to explain what this sentence means.
Lin Cuo walked over and sat down by the chair, then turned his body sideways and rested his head on her lap. Jiang Lihua subconsciously held his shoulders and opened his skirt a little to give him a more comfortable position.
Her feet still couldn't reach the ground, and the toes wrapped in white silk tightened slightly in the air, and then became quiet.
Jiang Lihua's hand fell into his hair and slowly combed it twice along the hair.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a long time, and then whispered, "I am thinking that if tens of millions of people need to die in the future and the end of the war is not in sight, will I be able to sign as calmly as I did today."
Jiang Lihua is still pressing Lin Cuo's temple gently.
"If we don't sign, will more people die?"
"I'll still sign it. I'm afraid that one day after signing it, I won't feel anything at all."
Jiang Lihua lowered his eyes, and his long white hair fell from his shoulders and swept across Lin Cuo's face.
"If you really didn't feel anything, you wouldn't have come to see me today."
"But if you feel too much, you may not be able to give orders."
"So you have Li Qing, and you have me." She said slowly, as if she was sorting out the national logic she had just learned, "You know things that others don't know, and you can tell us as much as you can. If you can't tell, you must also let others know what you are responsible for."
"What if I made a wrong judgment?"
"Then let those who would oppose you continue to oppose you."
"Your Majesty is becoming less and less like a Son of Heaven who is only responsible for sealing."
"That's not what I am."
After she finished speaking, she tapped Lin Cuo's forehead with her finger.
"Besides, you can't hide all your stress in nonsense. The more scared you are, the more you talk."
Lin Cuo opened his eyes and looked up at her.
Jiang Lihua felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at her, and her toes swayed slightly in the air again.
"What are you looking at?"
"I suddenly figured something out."
She immediately became alert.
"Every time you say that, someone has to work overtime."
"I can't be the only one who feels stressed."
"So?"
Lin Cuo sat up in an instant. The movement was too fast. Jiang Lihua's legs were slightly shaken by the force. She quickly held on to the armrests of the chair.
"I want the whole world to take the responsibility and hold a Global Knight Tournament."
"... what?"
"Global Mobile Weapons Tournament. KMF, IS, Alexander, Gao Hai, Shen Hu, Gloucester, Sutherland, all come. Let all countries bring out their best pilots, best airframes, best maintenance teams and best tactics."
Jiang Lihua was stunned for a while.
"You were just thinking that a lot of people would die in the war."
"So living people need something that they can see and participate in. After Kashgar, the whole world will either be looking at dead bodies or watching the arms race of the superpowers. Human beings cannot rely on fear alone to maintain military mobilization every day."
The system lit up at this moment.
[Major resolutions available: World Mobile Weapons Tournament.]
[Estimated effect: Global war pressure is relieved in the short term.]
[Estimated effect: Improvement of high-performance pilot identification efficiency.]
[Estimated effect: Accelerated exchange of airframe data, tactical adaptation and maintenance standards.]
[Estimated effect: International competition shifts from territorial war to controllable military competition.]
[Cost: equipment loss, accident risk, national vanity and a new arms race.]