In the middle of November, Sanchez gathered his forces and stopped expanding for the time being. This allowed the warlords in Marillo to breathe a sigh of relief.
They were still not sure if their attack on the Federation was a success. At least, they had killed more than 600 people. This was the official statement.
This also stopped the Federation from expanding without any hesitation. This should be considered a successful attack.
But at the same time, the Federation's new weapons also put a heavy psychological burden on them, especially the "J-I" bomber, which had been exposed and codenamed "Explosive Scale Dragon."
This thing gave them too much pressure. Planes flew in the sky, and whether they used guns or machine guns, they could not pose any threat to these high and mighty things.
All they needed to do was lay eggs, and they could destroy everything within a certain range.
Whether it was people, buildings, or anything else.
What if the Federation directly drove these bombers over their heads?
How could they hide?
They had no way to deal with large-scale bombing, and from the information they had received so far, the bomber's supply was very simple.
It could work with high intensity, continuously transporting bombs, dropping them, and then going back to repeat the process.
Some warlords had already started to dig tunnels and bunkers. Under such intensive bombing, the only way to hide was to hide underground. Only in this way would they have some sense of security.
The outside world also felt a lot of pressure from the Federation's new weapons, especially the Guevara People.
They strongly requested the Federation to announce the performance parameters of the "J-I" bomber and asked for cooperation in this project. The price was that they would provide some "Sea Fortress" technology.
The ministers in Guevara and the people in the Privy Council had discussed this. If they could not defend against it, then they would get the technology. If they bombed them, then they would bomb them!
It was a very simple idea. One for one, everyone would die together. Of course, this was impossible. As a landlocked country, the Federation had a vast territory and enough strategic depth. The Federation was not even afraid of bombing.
It might take a long time to bomb the entire Federation, but bombing the entire Guevara could be done in a few days!
At this time, Lynch also realized why the bombing opportunity that was not originally part of the plan was arranged to be deployed. Its bomber was "sacrificed" in this exchange project.
The Ministry of National Defense wanted to get the exact data and blueprints of the Sea Fortress, while the Guevara People wanted information on the J-I bomber. This provided an opportunity for both sides to cooperate.
It was like a prostitute and a prostitute. You have what I want, and I have what you want. To a certain extent, both parties could be said to be completely shameless. Only then could it be possible to communicate.
Now that he knew there was such a possibility, the next step was to negotiate.
Once the bomber data in Lynch's hands was exchanged, would they purchase these "shared bombers" on the Department of Defense's purchase list?
Perhaps they would, but they would only be used as a reference. They wouldn't use a large amount of equipment. What they needed was better, stealthier, and harder to detect and discover bombers.
The bombers that other military enterprises were secretly building became more suitable targets. The Guevara People didn't know the parameters of these bombers, so it was difficult for them to take precautions in advance.
Perhaps in the future, they would also buy the second and third generation bombers from Lynch, but Lynch would lose the opportunity.
This was the power of "standards."
Why did every military enterprise have its own standards?
Those pistols that looked similar had many different standards. Some had a safety on the left, some on the right, some with buttons, some with swivel, and some with buckles.
The use of weapons was a very personal matter, and it also concerned the safety of the person. When a person was used to using a certain type of gun, even if he wanted to change guns in the future, he would still choose other products from the same gun family.
It was not a complete change of manufacturer and design. Perhaps because he was used to the left safety bolt, but the safety catch of the new pistol was on the right, he would lose his life.
People weren't that stupid. They wouldn't do that. They would continue this habit.
Just like pilots, after they were used to flying a certain type of aircraft, it wasn't easy for them to change their habits.
If aircraft from other companies were purchased from the beginning, even if the Ministry of Defense bought a large number of Lynch's aircraft later, there would be a shortage of pilots.
Sometimes, many anti-human designs were not really anti-human, but anti-industry!
When you adapted to these anti-human designs, you would find that the designs that you thought were normal in the past had become new anti-human designs.
And the entire Ministry of Defense's supply chain had been solidified according to the standards of other suppliers, so it was impossible to change the selection on a large scale. Unless Lynch's second and third generation aircraft completely crushed other manufacturers' aircraft in performance.
In order to prevent Lynch's aircraft from being purchased in large numbers by the Ministry of Defense, these people had put in a lot of effort.
Looking at the peaceful Bob outside the window, Lynch didn't have any dissatisfaction that he was inexplicably betrayed.
The bomber was indeed powerful, but it had a weakness. It couldn't effectively suppress targets in the air.
Once the escort plane was lost, the value of the bomber would be greatly reduced. These big guys that disintegrated and exploded in the air had no other purpose except to create some falling objects.
As long as the fighter plane didn't have any problems, they would eventually have to buy back their own things.
Lynch even thought of some other ways to play. Who stipulated that this thing could only be sold domestically?
It could also be exported!
"Mr. Lynch, everyone is here."
The sergeant came over to remind him. Lynch turned and looked at the second-level field officers in the room. Some of these people participated in the battle in Marillo. They served as sergeants, company captains, field commanders, and other roles.
Now they just came back to take a break. They would leave here later and return to Marillo.
Looking at these people, Lynch kept shaking his head. He walked to the gold-rimmed, black-bottomed high-back chair and sat down. With a cigarette in his mouth, he raised his finger and pointed at these people. "Trash!"
One sentence made these people's faces become very ugly, and some people even had some anger on their faces.
"You're not convinced?"
Lynch sneered. "Calling you trash is an understatement. I thought you had already understood the cruelty of war in Amelia, but it's obvious that you haven't."
"You're a bunch of trash who only know how to fight when the wind is blowing. When you encounter a little trouble, you're like trash who needs others to save you. You're also dissatisfied with your trash status!"
Lin Qi's words were very rude. Everyone's expression turned ugly, including the people from the Action Department. Their expressions didn't look good.
Lynch's words were actually scolding them as well.
He crossed his legs and took a puff of his cigarette. "Don't be unconvinced. I called you trash for a reason."
"You have to understand that you're my employees. You're the field officers of this company, Blackstone Security. We've all signed an employment agreement."
"There are strict standards for what you do and how you do it. I've always told you that your lives are more important than money. I'd rather you use a thousand dollars to kill an enemy."
"Instead of using one or more lives in exchange for the death of the enemy!"
"What's so difficult about urban warfare?"
"You don't know how to set fire to the city?"
"You don't know how to use explosives to open a path?"
"I've asked for so much funding from the Department of Defense, but I've never considered how much I'll keep for myself!"
"You have to understand that I can easily earn ten thousand, a hundred thousand, or even a million!"
"But it's very difficult for me to get an outstanding soldier. You've lost many future third-level field officers and even high-level field officers forever."
"Tell me, is the money you've saved for me meaningful?"
"Trash!"
Lynch's angry rebuke was urgent and fast. The people who were originally dissatisfied and angry were now ashamed.
There was a clause in the employee handbook of Blackstone Security — the purpose of the funding was to turn it into a powerful weapon and prop to solve the goal that needed to be taken risks …
Simply put, if spending money could avoid danger, then spend more and have fewer accidents.
Lynch knew the entire process of the urban warfare. It was very stupid.
There was only one table in the quiet floor. He knocked hard on the table with his knuckles. "Please note, gentlemen, we're a private company. We don't need to bear any national responsibility or national conscience."
"Our job is to collect money and do things. If we can't do it, we'll compensate. It's that simple."
"Our client asked us to attack and kill the enemies in this city. Other than that, he has no other additional requests."
"You don't need to protect any scenic spots or historical sites. You don't need to protect those buildings."
"If the enemy's defense is very tight, it'll be difficult for us to gain an advantage in the process of attacking. Then let this city and those b * tches go to hell!"
"Burn it, blow it up, whatever. We've completed our mission. If the client is dissatisfied with your behavior, they can complain to me."
"If they refuse to pay, send them to hell. This is Blackstone Security. We should be that simple."
He was silent for a while as he spoke. "You have to be responsible for nearly a thousand colleagues who died because of your stupidity, because of your trash."
"Before you leave, I ask you to take the f * cking pension and personally go to the homes of those employees who died in the war to comfort those poor people who lost their families."
"You should go take a look and listen to them. Compared to the cries of their loved ones, what is the cries of the enemy?!"
"All of you are trash!"