"That's a big armored car for a long time. Are these the mainstream ones up there?
As the heinline waited by the tank placed in the hangar, one man fired as he slapped the body of the tank that was nearby. He waited for Heinline's answer, but walked aside and offered his hand, "I'm Mike."
"Nice to meet you, Mike. I'm the Heinline. You sure you were the leader of the battle force?
Heinline holding Mike's hand back. Heinline felt Mike's hand was desolate and thick, he was an old strong man.
"Oh, yeah. But when it comes to combat units, most of what they do is chore. It doesn't mean they're scared of the threat for 24 hours."
Mike laughed mischievously and showed as he clapped his shoulders.
"Right. But I hear the distress call was also from you. Is there a wind threat out there? Brave men."
Although we have never been fortunate enough to encounter wines, NASA humans have told us that there are many terrestrial wines. Detailed combat power is unknown, but I don't think I want to be relative in life.
"Come on. This is the kind of weapon I have, and it's like playing with you guys."
A microphone that shows a little lifting of the rifle in your hand. "What matters is courage," Heinline shook his head at it, smashing his shoulder.
"I'm going to know very well how much courage a Marine needs. By the way, this guy seems to be one of a kind of armored car called a tank. I won't hear about this being used in the empire, so it would be the president's invention."
As Mike did earlier, a high line that slaps the tank's body. The reverberating sound was heavy, and I could imagine the thickness of the armor.
"We have armoured vehicles loaded with similar cannons, but none so big. What's that cannon propellant? Is the plasma bulge still in use?
"No, this guy's an electromagnetic cannon. I mean, that's a rail gun. Of course they use plasma bulges, but this guy's more specialized in our company."
"That's quite an old weapon again. It's antique. Do you have a battery? If it's like we're using it, a few rounds is the limit, right?
"Enough. I've also made advances in technology in the course of 400 years... No, maybe it was possible for a long time, but I guess nobody tried to do it. It's a blend of dead technology and the latest technology."
Heinline was involved in tank development with his bosses, Alan and Taro. The word the president said during its development was a blend of withered technology and the latest technology.
"We don't need explosives or expanders to fly warheads, so the damage from the bombs and accidents is very small. That's the only way the detonation itself can happen if we just load up the armored rounds. I didn't throw away old technology."
Talk about the high line you're good at. Mike nodded as impressed by it.
"I see. You're well thought out... is this the black metal armored version? You can get the shield out, right? Apparently, your company can't help but have extra money."
Face to the gray body and seriously squeal Mike. Heinline to laugh and show at it.
"The president is just nice. He thinks as much about the safety of his employees as he can. I'm often made to hang out with unscrupulous things, but it's worth it. I'm sure they'll give you maximum protection."
According to rumors Heinline has heard, RS is talking about absorbing NASA. If so, he thought the president would not imitate abandoning this planet.
"Right... sounds like a good president. What kind of title are you, by the way? Security or something like that?
"No, I'm the head of the Food Development Department."
"... Food Development Department?
"Oh, yeah. Food Development Department."
Heinline, a former Imperial Army Marine and current Director of Food Development, who so magnificently affirms. And Mike looked funny, as Heinline expected.
Light from the screen illuminates the face of the rising sun in the illuminated room. Together, they stared at the screen to eat in and leaked surprises at the many footage they showed there.
"Large armor... You're right to build a tank. It's insane to bump into this alive."
Marl said in a low voice to the appearance of the ground-type wind on the screen.
"So... no, blah, blah, blah. I didn't expect this to happen."
Marl's words and Taro groans. The wayne shown on the screen is a giant creature-shaped machine about four meters high, with six legs and two cannons, the surface covered with armor without gaps. The closest shape to it, to the best of Taro's knowledge, was a creature called the Earth's Insect. They are moving quickly on the ground regardless of their apparent size, adding artillery fire to NASA armoured vehicles.
"If you look at this, you don't know why the Empire burned the earth down. This guy sucks."
Alan put his jaw on the hand he put together and said with a glittering gaze. Taro nodded back at it and narrowed his eyes to a black mass covering the screen.
"Regardless of your individual abilities, how nasty is this? You can't see the ground."
The footage, supposedly taken from the high ground, shows countless winds crawling through thinner terrain like a valley bottom. It continued to move forward unmanipulatively to fold, reminding Taro of the march of the army ants.
"They basically don't usually show up. When we get out of the ground, we can perceive it and come up. But when you're done, you dive right down. Perhaps you remember the air strike."
That's what the NASA tactical officer said and sighed in sick of it.
"They're armed, but being able to use it in the atmosphere would be a highly stretchable beam. What about this guy's power?
Alan pauses the footage and points to the light muscles that go through the screen.
"Yeah, the power itself is no big deal, as you know. Atmospheric stretch and beam power are inversely proportional. That cannon is their interpersonal weapon. Either armored cars or something come with a fight that includes a body hit, or a bigger cannon-laden wayne will handle it. Of course, it attenuates rapidly, so it's an attack at close range."
"I see... how about a kind of tactical weapon. What about widespread attacks by nukes and explosives?
"So far. I can only imagine, don't they know nuclear weapons or weapons caused by scientific reactions? Are you up there?
"No, there's no such thing in the universe... I see, don't you know. Could it be more than we didn't use?"
Alan turns up and whispers out loud, like he thinks of something. As he listened to the two conversations, Taro imagined what the hell would have happened if mankind had been dominated by missiles and nuclear weapons. I was wondering if it was more of a spectacular extermination battle caused by beatings than incendiary beams could be used.
"I wonder if we can launch a nuclear attack on the target's nest. Ground or underground can be a horrible force, right?
In space, only nuclear weapons emit light, heat and radiation, but the atmospheric ground adds an element of shock waves. Even in the ground it was the same and should have caused extensive damage.
"Of course I'm doing it, Miss Marr. It's also a good point to say that we're the only ones beating them. But it sinks the surrounding area, so it's difficult to use it. Depending on where we live, we're going to crush our own homes."
"Oh well... hey Taylor. Any good ideas?
Taro takes Marl's gesture and thinks "hmm". Sure, Marr was right. The widespread attack by the nucleus was fascinating, but that was the way we wanted to avoid it in the present situation. This is not the case with the nucleus itself, because there was a danger that the ruins would be buried.
"I guess we should do something about it first, usually with force, and then we'll be in a state where we can attack, and then we'll have an ideal nuclear attack. Critical facility for them. Like a production plant or something, but if you know where it is, you can attack it from the top."
"From the top? There's a bomb that can reach deep underground?
"No, hey, but you don't have a problem. You just have to keep attacking the same place. You'll get it someday."
"So you're pushing? Well, I'm sure you can... but how much does it cost?"
"I don't want to think about it."
War is a bump in economic power. That was no different in the Galactic Empire, even if the opponent was a wind.
"Nevertheless, we need to investigate the area around the ruins first. From what I've heard, I don't think it's tactically unfavourable at least. I don't have to change the tank shield from physical to beam, but on the contrary, they're powerless against this cannon, right?
Taro laughs. And then Alan goes on to say, "Is that the same schematic as above?"
"They were underpowered by NASA live ammunition cannons, but we might be able to get a tank cannon over here. It shouldn't be a few times more penetrating."
Alan nodding contentedly. Taro began to wonder what tactics would be effective if he imagined an underground battle with tank units at its core.
"... Xiaomei?
Taro notices Xiao Mei, who remains silent and speaks up. Xiao Mei was still staring at the paused screen, stiffened without being slight.
"No, there was something that bothered me a little... Mr. Taylor, Mr. Alan when. No, I don't care who you are, but have you ever seen such beautiful shaped wines?"
To Xiao Mei's strange words, one of the surprised faces turns around. "Beautiful?" Taro asked, "Yeah," Xiaomei said.
"I don't understand what art is about Xiaomei, but Xiaomei finds this beautiful. Look, Mr. Taylor. Wouldn't that be a great feature beauty? It's a very simple shape made just to move and attack."
Together we look to the screen, as Xiao Mei urged us to do. I took a lot of breath as Alan noticed something, and Phantom, who had been quiet until now, whimpered "Is that what this is all about?"
"It can be seen that the fact that it is a terrestrial type of wine hides doubts about something completely different from the universe's. But they are indisputably Wynd, and this seems to be a very interesting difference."
Xiaomei stopped the words, pointing to the screen.
"Where in them is the site of the reuse of man-made machines? Did NASA have to produce such parts in large quantities? I don't think so for Xiao Mei. They're..."
Xiao Mei smiled small, as if she had found something wonderful.
"It means that they are completely reproducing themselves with their own hands and producing them in large quantities. They are characteristics that have not been seen by previous wines and Xiaomei finds this very interesting. Doesn't this sound like a real organism, Mr. Taylor?"