94: The option of copying civilian technology? This time it is a

Chapter 94: Choosing to Replicate Civilian Technology? This time, it's a one-way ticket to death!

"We must change this situation..."

Faso Alonka clenched his fists.

The land they had so painstakingly reclaimed was once again occupied, and they might even lose more territory.

For the warriors whose fighting spirit had just been rekindled, this was a devastating blow.

A member frowned, clenching his fists: "But we don't have any very effective methods."

"They don't engage in close combat with us at all. They're all huddled in armored vehicles and tanks, these heavy weapon equipment, or using long-range artillery attacks."

Having lost the precision attack method of drones, they could only resort to various 'crude methods,' using RPG rocket launchers to blast weak points on the sides, but with little effect.

Faso Alonka's eyes were full of gravity: "The most urgent task now is to delay them while waiting for the drones to be transported here."

"No matter what method we use, we absolutely cannot retreat another step..."

Beit Hanoun is very close to the core area of Gaza. If the advance continues, it will endanger the safety and survival of millions of people.

He could not imagine what kind of atrocities Israel would commit with its inhumane methods once Gaza City was breached.

Hearing this.

Everyone present sighed in their hearts.

Delay? How to delay?

But how can human flesh withstand a steel torrent? This is not a duel of courage, but their warriors using World War I weapon equipment to fight against modern tanks and missiles.

And at this moment.

A crisp female voice rang out: "I can help you with some propaganda work. This might be useful."

"Propaganda work?" Faso Alonka gestured for her to continue.

Ye Ying held the blood-stained camera, her gaze firm: "As long as the reaction is large enough, it will help Gaza's situation."

A public opinion offensive, letting international public opinion force a slowdown in the attack, thereby gaining some precious time.

"Is this useful? Do those people care about public opinion?"

A member muttered to himself: "Even international media are controlled by Jews, so what kind of stir can this propaganda cause?"

This question silenced everyone once again.

If it were useful, how could Gaza's situation have fallen to this point?

Ye Ying shook her head: "No, there are still some media channels that the consortiums haven't controlled yet."

"Internet channels, and the entire Arab world."

Emerging internet channels are rising with fierce momentum, and media like Al Jazeera are also more inclined towards the Palestinian side.

But can this stop the advance of artillery fire? Even if it only pauses their attack!?

Everyone knew that this would probably be very difficult. They simply wouldn't care about criticism and curses. The minds of these people were already filled with slaughter and plunder.

However.

"But what if their territory is attacked?"

Faso Alonka's gaze sharpened: "How many shells and RPG warheads do we currently have that can be modified into rockets?"

These rockets are actually just steel pipes with some tail fins welded on the outside, filled with explosives, and their range is mostly less than ten kilometers—just 'oversized firecrackers.'

But as long as there are enough of them, that will be enough to cause a qualitative change.

"Approximately three thousand can be modified."

Hearing this reply, Faso Alonka nodded: "All of them, without any reservation, convert them all into rockets. Then launch them into the opponent's territory."

"And prepare a sharp-edged unit to break through and counterattack."

Even if it leads to a more intense counterattack, what then?

"Anyway, we have nothing left to lose except our lives, right?"

Faso Alonka looked at the warriors in front of him: "Those who are willing, follow me."

Hearing this, everyone followed his footsteps out the door without any hesitation.

They would use their bodies to buy some precious time, even if it was only for one day.

They no longer considered themselves alive. When all their family members died, they had already died.

Across the ocean.

In downtown San Francisco, it was still eight o'clock in the evening.

Various neon lights flickered, and in this city full of skyscrapers, extravagance permeated the air.

Lu Ze looked at the figure still weaving through the food stalls and called out: "Lucy, it's getting late. We need to hurry back."

"Okay, I'll buy a few more things and then come over." Lucy's eyes lit up, as if she had discovered a new target.

Watching her run off without looking back, Lu Ze sighed helplessly.

'Why did I bring her to Chinatown in the first place?'

Ever since entering Chinatown, Lucy had been like a bee in a honey pot, simply unwilling to leave.

Just then.

Suddenly, Lu Ze spotted a familiar figure, looking unusually strange in the surging crowd.

The reason he felt unfamiliar was because it had been almost two months since he last saw him.

It was Li Yijie, that guy. He was walking down the streets of Chinatown, a fawning smile on his face, holding a woman's hand.

Lu Ze looked at the woman next to him and immediately gasped: "Hiss, good heavens, I underestimated this guy."

He saw that this woman, who was clearly Caucasian, despite being heavily made up with various cosmetics, still couldn't hide her 'aged appearance,' with even crow's feet around her eyes. She was at least forty years old or more.

Looking at how intimate the two of them were, they were clearly a couple.

Watching this scene.

'Is this guy Li Yijie planning to get married to someone just to stay in the United States?' Lu Ze exclaimed with some surprise.

After all, ever since he went abroad, this guy had been almost daily immersed in 'social parties.' DUKE University allowing him to successfully graduate with a master's degree was already a lenient gesture.

As for his desire to stay in the United States permanently?

He might get a short-term work visa with a DUKE University master's degree, but obtaining 'permanent residency' would be extremely difficult.

After all, he had no money, no ability, and no connections. In the United States, you wouldn't even qualify as 'consumable material.'

So Li Yijie's goal was very clear: he planned to solve it once and for all by marrying a local American woman. After being a spouse for two years, he would naturally obtain a permanent green card.

He watched their embracing figures disappear into the distance.

"This kid, he'll stop at nothing to achieve his goals." Lu Ze clicked his tongue in wonder.

This was a white woman in her forties. This kind of 'soft rice' isn't something everyone can stomach.

This stuff, if you just smell it, you'd lose at least three years of your life. If you were to taste it, that would certainly shorten your life by at least ten years.

Lu Ze shook his head, casting aside these thoughts.

For him, even if he met Li Yijie, he would still say, 'It's irrelevant!'

While waiting for Lucy to return, Lu Ze opened the light screen in his vision.

[Replication count: 1 time!] (Refreshes once every Monday, accumulated replication count: 7 times.)

[Achievement Points: 55,000 points!]

[Current System Inventory: .]

Lu Ze murmured: 'Another replication count. I'll use it now.'

After all, he was returning to Da Xia for a two-week vacation on the weekend, and at that time, there would definitely not be many good opportunities for replication.

In other words, if he didn't want to accumulate too many counts, he would have to use this replication count in the United States within the next few days.

'But what should I replicate?'

'Air Force equipment, maybe I shouldn't replicate that recently.' Lu Ze thought to himself.

He had already replicated bombers, fighter jets, and even the C-5M strategic transport aircraft once.

If he wanted to replicate Navy equipment, there were no Navy ship open days this week.

As for Army weapon equipment? Let's not even mention it.

Lu Ze didn't care for conventional Army weapon equipment, and truly top-tier items like air defense missile systems were extremely difficult to access.

Lu Ze stroked his chin, his eyes lighting up: 'How about some civilian technology?'

From any perspective, civilian technology is actually a key focus that Da Xia needs to consider in the future.

After all, without a strong enough economic foundation, your military power, no matter how strong, is just a castle in the air, just like the former Soviet Union, which was dragged down by enormous military spending.

The United States is also gradually heading down this path, but besides the military-industrial complex, it also has various pharmaceutical complexes, financial capital, and so on, all constantly draining its blood.

Da Xia, on the other hand, is very conservative about military spending and other expenses, even being criticized by many conservatives as being too conservative and not aggressive enough.

Nevertheless, the future construction of new weapon equipment by the Navy and Air Force, like dumplings being made, also stems from Da Xia's increasingly powerful economic level, which can support military expenditures reaching trillions.

The importance of civilian technology is self-evident.

Lu Ze's mouth curved into a smile: "Which lucky one will I choose?!"

This time, let him see what civilian technology of the United States would be best to replicate? The one with the greatest benefit.

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