Darkstone Code-Chapter 1034 - 1032: Teaching a Bunch of Losers

In mid-November, Sanchez consolidated his forces and temporarily stopped expanding, giving the warlords of Mariluo a slight sigh of relief.

To this day, they haven’t confirmed whether their sniping on Federation people was successful, but at least they killed more than six hundred people, according to official statements.

This also halted the Federation’s unreserved expansion steps, which should be considered a successful sniping attempt.

However, simultaneously, the Federation’s new weapons have imposed a heavy psychological burden on them, particularly the "Blast Scale Dragon" codenamed "奇-I" bombers that have already been exposed.

This thing is too much pressure for them, as planes fly in the sky shooting guns or automatic cannons, none of which pose any threat to these high-altitude objects.

They only need to drop bombs to destroy everything within a certain range.

Whether it’s people, buildings, or anything else.

What if the Federation directly flies these bombers over them?

How to hide?

They have no way to counter large-scale bombing, and according to the information they currently have, the resupply of bombers is simple.

They can work intensively, constantly transporting bombs over, dropping them, and then repeat this process.

Some warlords have already started digging tunnels and bunkers, under such dense high-altitude bombing, the only way to hide is underground, thus giving them a sense of safety.

Externally, others have also felt enormous pressure from the Federation’s new weapons, especially the Gafura people.

They strongly requested the Federation to release performance parameters of the "奇-I" bombers and demanded cooperation on this project, with the price being the provision of some "Sea Fortress" technology.

Gafura ministers discussed it, and so did people from the Secretariat; if they can’t prevent it, then acquire these technologies, let them bomb us, and we’ll bomb them!

A simple and honest idea, an extreme exchange, everyone ends together—of course, this is impossible, as the Federation, an inland nation, has a vast territory, enough strategic depth, making it unafraid of bombing.

Bombing the entire Federation might take a long time to achieve, while bombing the whole of Gafura could be done in just a few days!

At this point, Lynch discovered why the bombers, originally not planned, have been arranged for deployment, his bombers were "sacrificed" in this exchange program.

The Ministry of Defense wants to obtain exact data, design drawings, and such of the "Sea Fortress," while the Gafura people want data on the 奇-I bombers, providing both sides a chance for cooperation.

It’s like a symbiotic relationship, you have what I want, I have what you want, and both parties to some extent can be said to be completely shameless, making communication possible.

Knowing now that there’s such a possibility, the next step is negotiation.

Once the bomber data in Lynch’s hands is exchanged, will they procure these "shared bombers" on the Ministry of Defense’s procurement list?

Maybe they will, as a reference, not for mass equipment, as they need better, more secretive, more difficult to detect and discover bombers.

Other military-industrial enterprises secretly building bombers become more appropriate targets, and Gafura has difficulty putting in advance preventative measures when they’re unaware of those bomber parameters.

Maybe later, they’ll still buy second-generation and third-generation bombers from Lynch, but Lynch will have lost the initiative.

This is the power of "standards."

Why does every military-industrial enterprise have its standards?

These seemingly indistinguishable handguns have many standards; some safeties are on the left, some on the right, some are embedded, others are rotary, and there are latch types.

Usage of weapons is very personal, concerning human safety issues, when habitually using certain firearms, even if they change firearms in the future, they’ll choose other products in the same gun family.

Rather than completely switching manufacturers, switching designs, maybe just because they’re used to a left-side safety latch, and the new pistol’s safety catch is on the right, losing their life.

People aren’t that stupid; they won’t do that; they’ll extend these habits.

Like pilots, once getting used to a type of aircraft, changing their habits isn’t easy.

If other companies’ aircraft are procured initially, even if the Ministry of Defense purchases Lynch’s planes massively later, they will lack pilots.

Sometimes many so-called counterintuitive designs aren’t actually counter-human but counter-industry peers!

Once you’ve adapted to these counterintuitive designs, you’ll find those designs in the past you viewed as normal have become new counterintuitive designs.

And the entire Ministry of Defense supply chain has been solidified according to other suppliers’ standards, making significant choice changes impossible unless Lynch’s second-generation, third-generation planes entirely outperform other manufacturers’ planes in performance.

To prevent Lynch’s planes from being extensively procured by the Ministry of Defense as fixed models, these people have spared no effort.

Looking at the peaceful Bupen outside the window, Lynch didn’t feel dissatisfied over being sold out inexplicably.

Bombers are indeed formidable, but they have a weakness: they can’t strongly suppress aerial targets.

Once losing escort fighters, the bomber’s value will greatly diminish, and these large creatures getting disassembled and exploding in the sky, besides creating some debris, have no more use.

As long as the fighter jets don’t malfunction, in the end, they’ll still have to buy back their own stuff.

In fact, Lynch even thought of some other games to play. Who says this thing can only be sold domestically?

It can be exported too!

"Mr. Lynch, everyone’s here."

The Senior Soldier came over to remind him, and Lynch turned to look at these secondary field operatives in the room. Some of these people participated in the battle in Mariluo this time; they served as sergeants, company commanders, battlefield commanders, and similar roles.

Now they’re just back for a short rest. Later, they still have to leave here and return to Mariluo.

Looking at these people, Lynch kept shaking his head. He walked to the high-backed chair with a gold edge and black base, sat down, clamped a cigarette in his mouth, and pointed at them with his hand, "Trash!"

In just one sentence, the faces of these people became extremely ugly, and some even had angry expressions on their faces.

"Not satisfied?", Lynch sneered, "Saying you’re trash is a euphemistic way of putting it. I thought you had understood the cruelty of war in Amelia, but clearly, you haven’t."

"You’re a bunch of good-for-nothing who can only fight when the wind is in your favor. The moment you encounter a bit of trouble, you’re like trash who needs others to save you, and yet you feel discontent with your trashy status!"

Lynch’s words were brutally honest, and everyone’s face looked unpleasant, including those from the operations department, whose faces also turned sour.

Lynch’s words, in fact, reprimanded them all.

He crossed his legs and took a puff of his cigarette, "Don’t feel defiant. There’s a reason I call you trash."

"You need to understand that you’re my employees, the field operatives of this company, Darkstone Security. We’ve all signed employment agreements."

"What to do, how to do it, there are strict standards for these things. I’ve always told you that your lives are more important than money. I’d rather you spend a thousand bucks to smash an enemy to death."

"Rather than exchange a life or more lives for the opponent’s death!"

"What’s so difficult about urban warfare?"

"Don’t know how to set the city on fire?"

"Don’t know how to use explosives to open a path?"

"I requested a significant amount of funding from the Ministry of Defense, never considering how much I would keep for myself!"

"You must understand, I can easily earn ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million!"

"But it’s very difficult for me to get an outstanding soldier, and you’ve lost many future tertiary field operatives and even senior operatives forever."

"Tell me, does the money you’ve saved for me mean anything?"

"Trash!"

Lynch’s reprimands came fast and furiously, and those who were dissatisfied or angry now felt ashamed.

In the Darkstone Security employee manual, there’s a clause — the purpose of funding is to turn it into a powerful weapon and tool, to solve goals that need to be addressed with risk...

Simply put, if spending money can avoid danger, then spend more money and create fewer incidents.

Lynch knew the entire process of the urban warfare this time, and it was very foolish.

In the quiet floor, there was only one desk, and he forcefully tapped it with his knuckles, "Please note, gentlemen, we are a private enterprise, we don’t need to carry the burden of national responsibility and conscience."

"Our job is to take the money, get the job done, and if we can’t, pay for it, that’s it."

"Our client asked us to attack and kill the enemies in this city; apart from this, there are no additional requirements."

"There’s no need for you to protect any historical monuments, no need to protect those buildings." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"If the opponent’s defense is tight and it’s hard for us to gain an advantage during the attack, then let this city and those mother-f*ckers in it go to hell together!"

"Burn it, blow it up, whatever, we complete our task, if the clients are dissatisfied with your actions, they can complain to me."

"If they refuse to pay, send them on their way together, that’s Darkstone Security, and we should be that straightforward."

He paused for a moment, "You need to take responsibility for the nearly thousand comrades who died because of your stupidity, because of your uselessness."

"I demand that before you leave, you personally take the damn compensation money to the families of those fallen employees, to comfort those poor people who’ve lost their loved ones."

"You should go see and listen; compared to the cries of the loved ones, what are the cries of the enemies?!"

"All of you are trash!"