Agriculture Maniac

Chapter 578 The Prelude to the Cooperation of the Three Beauties

Bering Sea.

The pale blue Air Force One, accompanied by six F-22 Raptors, flew above the clouds.

Inside the cabin.

Xiao Bu sat sideways by the window, watching the live broadcast of the talks in Dongshan Prefecture via satellite TV.

Yu Sanyuan's Q&A with reporters was tantamount to the Three Systems sending a message to North America from afar.

Probably means:

"Old Americans, we can definitely cooperate, but you have to agree to two conditions."

"First, the three military-grade industrial products will be converted for civilian use, the North American market will be opened up, and then I will open a branch factory in North America. I will make profits, and North America will gain tax revenue and jobs."

"Secondly, the three financial lines will obtain authorization in North America. I will receive North American debt and future interest, North America will receive tax revenue, and the subprime mortgage problem and housing crisis will be resolved in one go."

If we analyze this from a long-term perspective, North America certainly won't agree to it.

Because North America does not prohibit gun ownership, the market for military-to-civilian conversion is much larger than that for traditional products. Once it is opened to the three systems, various peripheral equipment will allow Yu Sanyuan to earn the sum of the profits of the past five years from North America within a year.

Then there's financial interest.

North America is deindustrializing and moving towards financialization, relying on interest income. If Yu Sanyuan takes it all, what will the federal government eat and drink in the future?
But regardless of whether North America agrees or not, at this point, they must accept the olive branch extended by Yu Sanyuan.

In order for both parties to reach a cooperation agreement, further detailed negotiations will be conducted.

Therefore, Xiao Bu took out his phone, first liking the comments supporting the recovery of dormant patents by the Sanxi series, and then commenting: 'I agree.'

And here's another thumbs up for the cartoon of the two brothers standing on Jupiter, with Theta and the Moon above their heads: 'So cool!'

Then, he tagged Xiao Yu Dong: 'What are your plans for tomorrow afternoon? I really want to see the world's only dual-purpose land and air highway.'

After finishing my work, I hadn't yet put away my Obi-customized 3G smartphone.

Suddenly, a huge shadow appeared above the window.

Its left wing alone completely covers the entire Air Force One.

Furthermore, the three turbine thrusters suspended on the left wing directly distorted the air behind, and even through the windows of Air Force One, it seemed that Bush could feel the scorching airflow coming out.

Even more terrifying, there are 6x24 bomb bays arranged under the belly of the aircraft, each marked with one of four types of markings: biochemical contamination, skull poison, ionizing radiation, and laser radiation.

next moment.

The crew's exclamation came over the onboard announcement: "It's a nuclear-powered spaceplane from the third series!"

Before the words were even finished, six J-14s arrived in the blink of an eye under the eastern sky.

[This is the Ice Bear-Chukochi Third Agricultural Reclamation Area. The 7th Agricultural Aircraft Group of the Aerial Disinfection Department of the Agricultural Reclamation Brigade is taking over the escort mission from the F-22s.]
[F-22 formation, please turn around and return to base immediately.]
[F-22 formation, please turn around and return to base immediately.]
Xiao Bu knew that this was Yu Sanyuan's way of putting him in a difficult position.

They were extremely dissatisfied, yet helpless.

Finally, escorted by J-14s, and with a nuclear-powered spaceplane overhead, it entered the Kuril Islands.

However, there is also good news.

A special communicator indicated that the combined fleet in the Mexican theater had begun releasing North American prisoners of war without compensation.

···
Central Mexico.

After a month and a half of fierce fighting, North America finally lost its most important stronghold - Leon City.

Although the northern part is the Mexican Plateau, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, the city of León has rail and road connections to Monterrey in northern Mexico, and then to Texas.

Destroying the railways and highways would mean that the Federal Army and the Japanese Self-Defense Forces would be completely cut off from supplies.

If we don't blow it up, who knows if the Allied Fleet might suddenly decide to flood into Texas.

Therefore, the army controlled by the Southern Republic had no choice but to join the battle after the Japanese Self-Defense Forces retreated, turning defense into offense and seizing Leon City in order to block the Combined Fleet from heading north.

During the month-long fierce fighting, a large number of combatants on both sides were captured by the other side, either due to serious injuries, tactical failures, or other reasons.

More than 1700 members of the Combined Fleet were captured.

More than 1400 members of the Federal Army were captured, and 4.5 members of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces were captured (the Japanese islands were brought in by North America to fill the gap and were the main target of the attack).

Noon on April 15th, Eastern Time.

Early morning of April 15th, Americas time.

As the two sets of comics spread around the world, and with orders issued simultaneously from both command posts, the gunfire in central Mexico abruptly ceased.

Both sides breathed a sigh of relief, and after five minutes of silence, the soldiers began to crawl out of the trenches, shell craters, bunkers, and ruins...

On the devastated land, countless tank wrecks still burn, and smoke bombs continue to blanket the mountains and fields.

But the bugle call to charge was no longer sounded, and the flares that used to illuminate the sky every five minutes were no longer dropped.

The North American soldiers gathered in small groups, gazing at everything under the sky.

Under the influence of electromagnetic pulse bombs and full-spectrum interference, any advanced equipment becomes a burden; all that remains are the most reliable firearms, grenades, and mortars.

Therefore, the attire of North American soldiers was even worse than that of World War II soldiers, and many of them were wounded.

The same applies to the West African soldiers, Southeast Asian soldiers, and West Asian soldiers who were more than 30 meters apart.

Or they might be shirtless, carrying a spiral magazine and firing away, their bodies wrapped in bullets.

Or he might be carrying a three-line grenade launcher in one hand, with small-caliber shells hanging from his waist.

Or perhaps they're carrying binoculars slung across their shoulders, or holding minesweepers in both hands…

Once the wounded from both sides were rescued by their respective support teams, the two sides ended their staring contest and slowly retreated together.

The cheers only began when the two sides were a kilometer apart.

2 hours later.

Following orders from headquarters, both sides began releasing prisoners of war.

...

Southern Mexico.

Joint Fleet-controlled area - Queretaro POW camp.

Dormitory No. 184.

Randall was a paratrooper of the 101st Airborne Division with the rank of sergeant. Ten days ago, during a raid, his legs were severed by heavy machine gun fire from a Combined Fleet watchtower, and he was captured on the spot.

He was then transported by a combined fleet evacuation vehicle to the Third Department Field Hospital, where he received emergency treatment from the surgical team of Dongshan University of Traditional Chinese Medicine (Class of 04) and the AI ​​Prosthetics Research Department of Sanyuan High-Tech.

After a 15-hour surgery, Randall successfully woke up, and his legs were replaced with mechanical exoskeletons.

After eight days of familiarization and rehabilitation training, Randall turned misfortune into good fortune.

They lost their two weak, fleshy legs but gained two strong, mechanical prosthetics.

Currently, its 100-meter speed can reach 5.7 seconds, its cross-country speed with load is double its previous performance, and it can perform many moves that were previously difficult to achieve.

For example, a standing long jump of 5.8 meters, a standing vertical jump of 6.9 meters, and a running vault of 2.6 meters…

This gave Randall the thrill of being a little Superman.

The only trouble is that it needs to be charged every day and injected once a month with a drug developed by the Tri-Series to treat phantom limb pain.

Fortunately, in the POW camp, these services were all free.

So when Randall received the notice of release from prisoner of war, he suddenly felt extremely desperate.

Like now.

His attending physician, a beautiful female doctor from the East, very kindly helped him remove his two AI mechanical legs. "Sorry, Randall, you should go home now."

"No, Dr. Cai, I don't want to go back at all."

"I'm so sorry, these things don't belong to you, and your parents are waiting for you."

In conversation.

Randall, who had lost both legs, was dressed in a windbreaker that didn't look like prisoner-of-war clothing by two male nurses, then lifted into a wheelchair and forcibly pushed onto an troop carrier.

Looking at his missing thigh, and recalling the past week's experiences, Randall couldn't help but burst into tears.

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Lawn, who was missing an arm, slapped him on the back of the head, saying, "Soldier, don't embarrass yourself here. What you've lost, you can still get back when you return to North America!"

Randall looked up blankly. "What do you mean?"

“We prisoners of war did not surrender voluntarily; we were wounded and had no choice but to be taken prisoner. According to military regulations, we are combat heroes and will definitely receive compensation when we return. I just asked, and the AI ​​robotic arm I use costs about $15 per set, with annual maintenance and medication costs not exceeding $1000. I can afford that.”

"Where are the mechanical legs?"

"The two prosthetic legs should cost $30, with a maximum annual cost of $2000. Given your achievements and the extent of your injuries, the Pentagon's compensation, plus the insurance company's reimbursement, should cover all the expenses."

"But I don't know where to buy AI robotic legs."

"where are you from?"

"Los Angeles."

"You should go to Los Angeles First People's Hospital."

"???"

“Yes, Los Angeles First People’s Hospital.” Lieutenant Ron said, taking out a free off-site identification card issued by the POW camp from his pocket, pressing the lookup number, and after a few words, “This is their phone number. You can call them first.”

Randall reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a matching factory identification card, noted down the number, and dialed it.

"Hello, this is Los Angeles First People's Hospital."

"Hello, I need AI-powered robotic legs."

"Sir, please explain your current situation first."

"I am a soldier with wounds in both legs. I received treatment in a prisoner-of-war camp and am about to go home."

"Okay, I'll transfer you to the appropriate department."

Three seconds later.

"Hello, this is the Tri-System AI Prosthetics - Custom Surgery Department, Los Angeles First People's Hospital. What are your needs?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Randall asked in surprise, "Dr. Cai?"

"Randall?"

"Yes!"

"Do you need an AI prosthetic limb?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I have a pair of mechanical legs here that are custom-made for you. If you have enough money and time, the matching and installation can be completed tomorrow."

"Matching completed on the same day? No debugging required?"

"Actually, it's the same pair you used before."

"This is amazing, I've already grown attached to it..."

After Randall finished speaking, he felt that something was off.

It's like going to a prisoner-of-war camp, being sold something by someone, and then spending the disability pension you worked so hard to get on a set of things you didn't originally need.

But upon closer reflection, I realize I do need prosthetic legs…

...

the other side.

Joint Fleet-controlled area - Queretaro POW camp.

Dormitory No. 184.

After Randall and three other North American soldiers left, only two able-bodied members of the Japanese Self-Defense Force remained in the six-person room to care for the wounded North American soldiers.

"Xiaolin, they've left."

"Yes, I don't know when we can go home."

At that moment, two strong West African soldiers, carrying spiral magazines, strode into the barracks.

"486, 487, follow me."

Upon hearing this, the two members of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces immediately stood up.

The Japanese soldier, called Kobayashi, mustered his courage and asked, "Sir, are you taking us home?"

"Yes, we'll send you back to your hometowns." The West African soldier's smile was particularly menacing.

The two members of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces immediately sensed something was wrong.

really.

After leaving the barracks, more and more Japanese soldiers were gathered in the prisoner-of-war camp square.

Not far away, more than fifty field excavators were digging pits.

"We protest! You have violated the Geneva Convention!"

More and more Japanese soldiers realized what was happening, and some tried to escape, but they were all shot down by the heavy machine guns of the watchtower.

Some people tried to join the protest, but a West African soldier smashed their chin with the butt of his rifle, knocking them unconscious.

next second.

Soldiers in West Africa, Southeast Asia, and West Asia all put on goggles and helmets.

Then, with a loud 'buzz,' all the Japanese soldiers instinctively covered their ears and heads, crouching down and screaming in agony.

five minutes later.

A West African lieutenant colonel was lifted high by the bucket of an excavator.

Immediately afterwards, the POW camp's loudspeaker broadcast:

"Little lambs, let me tell you a very cruel truth: on the African battlefield, prisoners of war are imprisoned in advanced water dungeons to raise leeches until they are skin and bones. Some of these leeches are used for medical experiments, and some are recycled for further production."

"Look at the treatment you prisoners of war receive here, it's better than what I got on the battlefield in Africa, what more could you want?"

"Alright, now everyone line up quietly and accept your execution in an orderly manner. Anyone who dares to resist or refuses to cooperate will be sent to Africa to raise leeches!"

The tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers on the scene were so frightened that they forgot to cry out.

Two or three minutes passed.

"why?"

"Why should we fill in the gaps for North America and act as a shield?"

Why should we care for the wounded North American prisoners of war?

"Why are the captured North American soldiers well-fed and well-drinked every day, while we have to eat cornbread?"

"Why are the North American soldiers going back, but we have to stay here?"

"why?"

No one answered the question, because the prisoners in the first row had already begun to be executed.

"I protest!"

Suddenly, one of the prisoners in the line stepped forward, holding up his identification card.

"I am the Chief of Staff of the Ground Self-Defense Force of Japan, General Saito Oboro!"

The West African lieutenant colonel smiled knowingly. "You are now a prisoner, number 17191!"

"I request to speak with the Combined Fleet Command; I have important intelligence to provide!"

"You have to reveal something to convince me to contact command."

"I am a right-winger from Japan."

The West African lieutenant colonel raised his wrist to check the relevant information generated by the AI ​​based on the current scene.

Although the AI ​​won't explicitly state that Fujima led the right wing to seize Canada, it can present it in other ways.

Therefore, the West African lieutenant colonel hesitated slightly before reporting Saito Oboro's information.

After a while.

Saito Oboro's external identification card was accompanied by the voice of Sora Begora.

“Old friend, I never imagined that we would talk again after three years under these circumstances.”

Saito Oboro originally served in the Japanese Maritime Self-Defense Force, then transferred to the Ground Self-Defense Force, and was later promoted to Chief of the Joint Staff of the Japanese Self-Defense Force, responsible for coordinating the command and operation of the Ground, Maritime and Air Self-Defense Forces.

In the past, Saito Oboro and Sora Taketora had met many times. Due to the difference in military strength between the two sides, especially at sea, Saito Oboro must have looked down on Sora Taketora.

I never expected that I would be taken prisoner today.

Therefore, Saito Oboro did not want to speak.

But he believed that the Air Force Tiger definitely understood what it meant.

There was silence for a long time.

The Air Force Tiger said again, "Pack them up and send them to Chukotka State Farm."

Facing his superior officer, the West African lieutenant colonel dared not utter a word of doubt and immediately saluted, "Yes, sir!"

When we turn around...

The West African lieutenant colonel had intended to contact the Y-8 series military transport aircraft, but was shocked to find that the Japanese soldiers were in even worse condition than those sent to West Africa.

Some burst into tears, some collapsed to the ground, some lost control of their bladder and bowels, and some even fainted.

"what happened?"

The adjutant shook his head. "I don't know."

"Is the Chukotka agricultural colony even more terrifying than sending people to Africa to raise leeches?"

The adjutant shook his head again. "Absolutely impossible!"

He then added, "I've seen the internal promotional materials. Chukotka is a beautiful place, with clear waters, lush mountains, beautiful flowers, a full moon, and spring-like weather all year round. It's just like paradise!"

(End of this chapter)