My Global War Game

Chapter 5 We Cannot Die in Vain

"Are you praising our enemy?"

As soon as the officer finished speaking, the thin-faced white man sitting at the head of the table frowned and asked.

He is none other than Hercules, the current head of the Hexagon and the Director-General of the Department of War in the United States.

"No, I'm just telling the truth."

"Do you think there are any flaws in the performance of the army shown in the video?"

The silver-haired officer shrugged and glanced at the faces of the people present. No one spoke, and the scene was silent except for the roar of the live broadcast and the shouts.

After a brief silence, War Secretary Haigris said:

"There's no point in saying all this."

"Those who can't hold on will eventually die."

Upon hearing Hercules's words, another, even older, officer beside him said with a grave expression:

"That's right, and whether they die or not is equally unimportant."

"The important thing is..."

He paused for a moment, then turned to look at his other colleagues.

"The mastermind behind all of this!"

"Who is it? What is their purpose in doing this?"

Is everything we see in the video truly the future?

"These are the key points!"

The room fell silent again, until Hercules frowned and looked at a middle-aged man with gleaming hair, asking:

"What has the cybersecurity center found out?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"no."

"The other party had planned this all along."

"And the technology is extremely advanced."

"We can't find the real IP address where he was live streaming."

"We can't pinpoint his coordinates."

Upon hearing this, Hercules slammed his hand on the table and burst into laughter, his eyes filled with anger and displeasure, and retorted:

"As the birthplace of the internet, how come we can't even find out the other party's real IP address?"

"We actually have to admit that the other side's technical level is superior?"

"Unable to locate the location?"

"Ha! That's the funniest joke I've heard in years."

"Tell them that if they can't lock in the stream before it goes live, then they can all get lost!"

The middle-aged man quickly nodded and said:

"yes!"

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

After the room door closed again, an older white man with a beer belly frowned as he watched the live stream:

"Do you think this could be a conspiracy by China?"

"Or are they manipulating things?"

"Otherwise, why would they be showing their army?"

"And what about us? We became the background, the cowards getting beaten up by these damned bugs!"

"Shit, this is clearly a propaganda war they've started!"

"Just like we do in Hollywood."

Many people present nodded in agreement with this statement.

"That's right, the probability is very high."

"They are demonstrating the fighting power of their troops!"

"And they're belittling us!"

"I feel like I'm watching a joke. These monsters can actually rout our troops? How is that possible!"

"Yes, and this is Las Vegas, right next to our military base."

"They're just making it all up!"

Just as everyone in the room was discussing this, the silver-haired officer who had been at the beginning suddenly coughed lightly:

"Ahem, everyone! Everyone!"

His voice brought everyone to a silence.

He glanced around and then chuckled, saying:

"You believe this is Huaxia Qian's work?"

"Indeed, based on your analysis, the probability is very high."

"But if they really did it, then please don't forget another important thing."

"Look at this scene, look at this battlefield."

"You don't actually think we have that kind of technology right now, do you?"

"Or do you think this isn't a live stream at all, and the content isn't happening in real time?"

"Like in Hollywood, filmed in a studio?"

Finally, he stood up, straightened his clothes, and said sharply:

"If it really was China that did this."

"That means they've mastered some kind of technology we've never even heard of."

"An unimaginable simulation technology!"

"Far surpassing even Apple's VR!"

"We know nothing about it!"

Under the watchful eyes of more than a dozen pairs of people in the conference room, he turned to leave, but just as he was about to push open the door, he said again:

"I think the most important thing right now is..."

"These online platforms should immediately shut down the live streams!"

"Because regardless, I agree with what you just said; it is indeed a smear campaign against the American military!"

"Regardless of the truth, this content should not be seen by the whole world."

"Our influence has diminished in many regions."

"And such live streams will further damage our credibility!"

"Bang!"

After saying that, he slammed the door shut and left.

"Damn it!"

Hercules, sitting in the first seat, cursed.

at the same time.

The global internet exploded.

Countless reporters and media outlets seemed to have smelled the blood of a shark, and countless articles were released in an instant. The content of the live broadcast appeared on the trending lists of various online media platforms with all sorts of titles.

With such encouragement, the situation escalated far faster than expected.

Even though it's still early morning or late at night for people in the West.

The number of viewers in each live stream room began to rise rapidly. The barrage of comments and messages in the live stream room was like snowflakes, so numerous that they became like phantoms. If you didn't manually stop it, you couldn't see what was being commented on at all.

As for the number of comments under various trending topics, it changes at a speed that is imperceptible to the naked eye.

There might be 10,000 items one second, but after refreshing the page, it could suddenly become 100,000.

The world seemed to have entered a carnival mode.

The discussion basically revolved around five aspects.

First, who is the mastermind behind this?

Aliens? A higher-dimensional civilization? Or a major Eastern power?

Second, is what we see in the live stream actually what will happen in the future?

If so, what should humanity do?

Third, why were American troops so easily defeated by the Zerg?

Is it fabricated? Is it fake? Is it a smear campaign by a certain major Eastern power?

This type of content received the most comments, even though it was still late at night in the United States, it still attracted countless American netizens who were filled with righteous indignation.

Fourth, the Chinese troops performed far too fiercely!

There are two types of people who make such comments. One type has no political bias and doesn't understand military matters at all; they are simply amazed by what they see. The other type actually knows a bit about military matters and is an expert.

Fifth, the true doomsday party party.

They are also divided into two factions: one has already planned to transform the cellar into a shelter in preparation for the insect swarm apocalypse.

The other school of thought, however, took a more academic approach, discussing how humanity could win in this situation.

......

Within the war zone.

The battle was beyond fierce; it was devastating.

Even though the heavy combined arms battalion was well-equipped, the soldiers were highly skilled and fearless, and the commanders were competent, making no mistakes in their decisions, and almost all of them were the optimal solutions.

Ultimately, however, quality pales in comparison to sheer quantity.

"Gu...kill me!"

"I will never be a puppet!"

"Give me a shot!"

"Bang!"

"Brother! See you in the next life!"

The first direction to be breached was in the air.

A large number of flying insects consumed all of the unit's anti-aircraft ammunition.

Soldiers at the top of the battlefield could only attack with guns, but the flying insects were very fast and had thick exoskeletons. Without powerful armor-piercing weapons, the soldiers could not inflict fatal damage on them.

During this process, the flying insects continuously swoop down to attack, releasing parasites at the same time.

One soldier after another was killed, or chose to commit suicide or ask his comrades to shoot him after being possessed by the parasite.

A somber atmosphere began to spread, and a sense of righteous indignation was further ignited.

Inside the command vehicle.

The battalion commander watched as tank after tank was destroyed and soldier after soldier fell.

He took a deep breath and said to the fourth staff officer beside him:

"Xiao Zhang, you know the technology best."

"Could you use the equipment inside the car to make me a small broadcasting device?"

"The kind that can be hidden in rubble, and still send out a broadcast even if the car breaks down?"

The staff officer, who looked to be under thirty, was taken aback and subconsciously asked:

"Battalion Commander, what do you want?"

Chen Xiaogang smiled calmly and said:

"We're doomed."

"But we cannot die in vain."

"We gathered a lot of intelligence in this battle, but now network communications are interrupted."

"We must find other ways to preserve this intelligence."

"Ideally, it should be transmitted back to our motherland!"