12dz Chapter 803 Force Field Shield
Chapter 803 Force Field Shield
After the deafening roar faded away, the underground test site code-named "Red Threat" fell into a deathly silence that was colder than absolute zero.
The thick smoke filled with sulfur and the smell of destruction produced by the salvos of hundreds of heavy artillery pieces was slowly dissipating.
The emergency lights in the visiting room also flickered on again, and the pale light illuminated the bloodless faces of every member of the American diplomatic corps present, as if they had seen a ghost.
All of their eyes were fixed on the center of the field without blinking.
Their brains were completely shut down because they had been subjected to an impact that far exceeded their cognitive limits.
Time seemed to be stretched into eternity at this moment.
Finally, when the last wisp of smoke was sucked away by the huge ventilation system, the scene in the center of the venue appeared completely clear before their eyes.
"Gudong."
Someone, with difficulty, uttered a sound of swallowing saliva. This sound seemed so abrupt and loud in the dead silence of the viewing room.
In the center of the venue, the "Apocalypse" tank was still parked there quietly and intact.
After experiencing a zero-range, saturation bombardment from hundreds of 203mm heavy cannons, enough to raze a small city to the ground.
Its thick, metallic armored surface actually... didn't even have the slightest scratch!
Its two ferocious 155mm main guns were still raised high, full of majesty that despised everything.
Its complex turret structure is still intact, without even a single antenna bent.
It just stayed there quietly, as if the devastating bombardment just now was just a gentle April breeze blowing across its cheek.
"No... no... this is impossible... this is absolutely impossible..."
The armored expert from the Pentagon in the delegation was like a madman at this moment, grabbing his hair with both hands and muttering incoherently.
His eyes were as big as bells, filled with confusion, fear and a great pain as a professional whose life's learning had been completely overturned.
"What about the laws of physics? What about conservation of energy? What about the formula for armor penetration?"
"All of this... all of this is fake! It's an illusion! We must all be crazy!"
General Johnson, the iron-blooded general who once dominated the battlefield, felt his legs go weak at this moment. He could no longer support his body which had been hollowed out by shock and fear, and he collapsed on the cold floor.
He opened his mouth wide, wanting to say something, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton and he couldn't utter a single word.
He had been a soldier all his life and had seen more tank wrecks than cars.
He knew that under such terrifying firepower, not to mention a tank, even a permanent fortification made of special steel and ten meters thick should have been blown into a pile of smoking rubble.
But the scene before him was like a red-hot iron, ruthlessly branding all the military common sense and war experience he had accumulated over the past few decades with a big, mocking "x".
Although Sullivan did not lose his composure like them, his deep eyes hidden behind his lenses were also filled with unprecedented and huge horror.
He knew that the undamaged tank before him meant more than just the birth of a new type of weapon.
What it signifies is the arrival of an absolute, unreasonable, god-like force that is powerful enough to overturn the entire world's balance of power.
In the face of it, the so-called conventional war and the so-called military deterrence will become like a sad joke.
Finally, it was General O'Neill who, after the initial, almost suffocating shock, managed to regain a bit of his sanity.
He trembled, got up from the ground, and in a timid and tearful tone, asked the "devil" who was standing leisurely by the side, admiring their loss of composure:
"Your Excellency, General Secretary... please... please tell me... how... how was this done?"
"What kind of black technology is this?"
There was no longer any questioning or unwillingness in his voice. Instead, there was only the most primitive fear and awe that came from the depths of his soul when facing the unknown and absolute power.
Joseph looked at the group of American elites who had completely lost their ability to think and were like frightened quails, and a very satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if he was looking at his most perfect work.
He did not answer directly, but turned his head and looked at the old scientist, Academician Ivanov, who had been standing next to him, with eyes full of approval and encouragement.
"Ivanov, my friend," he said in a calm and magnetic voice, "for the sake of our poor, frightened American friends, please, as a great scientist, explain to them this small gift from us, the Russians, to this era."
Academician Ivanov's face showed a smile that was unique to intellectuals, a smile mixed with pride and a little shyness.
He pushed his reading glasses, walked forward, and spoke in a leisurely tone, like a scholar discussing academic issues.
Instead of explaining the principle directly, he raised a question first.
"Gentlemen," he glanced at the Eagle Sauce representatives present, "Excuse me, did anyone notice that just now, at the moment that spectacular 'fireworks show' began, all the lighting equipment in our base experienced a very brief circuit short circuit and blackout for about a fraction of a second?"
This question made the Eagle Sauce people present stunned for a moment. They thought carefully about it.
"Yes! I remember now!" General Johnson was the first to react. "At the moment the bombardment began, it did go dark here! I thought it was a circuit malfunction caused by the huge energy shock!"
"Yes, I noticed it too! At that time, I thought my eyes were blurry!" another congressman echoed.
Many people nodded, indicating that they had indeed noticed that tiny detail.
Seeing the reactions of the crowd, Academician Ivanov nodded with satisfaction, an expression of "a teachable child" on his face.
"Gentlemen, you are not mistaken, nor are you hallucinating," he said slowly. "That momentary 'short circuit' is, in fact, the most core and intuitive manifestation of the working principle of our ultimate defensive weapon."
"We, the scientists of Bear Country, after decades of dedicated research, have finally solved a problem that has plagued the human physics community for nearly a century. We have developed a brand-new, revolutionary defensive weapon. We call it the 'Force Field Shield.'"