System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 718 - 314: Final Battle, Officially Begins! (Requesting Monthly Tickets)_4
For a civilization spanning tens of thousands of light-years, it takes only thirty seconds for information to cover all fields; this is already quite a good statistic.
This is civilian technology.
Military base stations have wider coverage, stronger signals, and higher costs.
Kasha Civilization has been making preparations to face the adversary, not for an expedition. The main issue lies in information communication. Once the army goes on a long-distance expedition tens of thousands of light-years away, information transmission becomes a problem that must be considered.
They haven’t established any "Collective Celestial Net" in the domain of the Insect Race.
Thus, they need to build base stations at both ends of the "Military Wormhole" first. After every segment of their march, they need to drop several base stations to cover the entire operational area using these stations.
This requires the consumption of a large amount of resources.
Base stations must be deployed in batches. Given the possibility of being crushed by asteroids or facing any crisis leading to the destruction of the base stations, the consequences of information disruption would be extremely severe.
Every march segment requires dropping several base stations, starting with at least five.
By these means, smooth information flow during expeditions can be achieved.
But even so.
If the Insect Race’s army detects their information base stations and destroys the base stations along the path, the expeditionary army would immediately become isolated, unable even to receive logistical supplies from their civilization.
For Kasha Civilization.
The most challenging aspect of this expedition is not the combat capability of the frontline warriors, but whether the logistics in the rear can keep up.
The war has not officially started yet.
The first shot hasn’t been officially fired.
Already, large amounts of resources have been invested, and all resources are quickly mobilized. This is war — once it begins, the speed of resource consumption will be terrifying enough to instantly undermine the foundation of a civilization.
This is why, despite knowing that dragging out with the Insect Race civilization would surely lead to defeat, the leaders of Kasha Civilization are still hesitant to launch an expedition.
The leader of a civilization may be wicked, but rarely foolish.
Everyone can see it; how can the leader not see it? There must be reasons for not acting.
The probability of expedition failure is also high.
In a situation where both outcomes lead to death, since some have already joined the group, the leaders can only choose to go all-in, betting everything. At this time, the most taboo is division; opinions must be highly unified, even if the opinion might be wrong. It must be unified!
...
"..."
Chen Mang sat silently in the café, sliding through the various news reports about Kasha Civilization on his tablet. The above information was provided by an internal war commentator from Kasha Civilization.
Very detailed.
Many things he didn’t know before. He only learned about the operational principle of Kasha Civilization’s celestial net base stations through this analysis.
Sounds a bit simplistic.
But also very normal.
After all, many so-called high technologies, if you peel away layer by layer, you will find that their essence is basically boiling water. The vast universe sounds extremely mysterious, but really the essence is no different from boiling water.
This war commentator’s prediction about this war is extremely pessimistic, even bordering on despair.
Because...
The Insect Race civilization doesn’t need celestial net base stations!
The orders of the Insect Race leaders can directly reach the mind of any Insect Race general through psychic communication, spanning tens of thousands of light-years in real-time!
"This damn..."
Chen Mang sighed lightly, feeling somewhat helpless. The more he understands the Mechanical Civilization and Kasha Civilization, the more he feels the abnormality of the Insect Race Civilization. Is this even human?!
He just opened a cheat once.
This damn Insect Race Civilization has opened several cheats?!
Why not just be invincible directly?
What is the point of going through so many processes?
No wonder the war commentator from Kasha Civilization is so pessimistic. Not to mention other aspects, just regarding information, the two sides are not on the same level at all. Kasha Civilization needs vast resources to build information base stations, while the Insect Race Civilization transmits in real-time with a god’s perspective for free.
Can’t beat it.
Humiliate themselves.
However, the comment section is also filled with anger, as clearly, everyone is furious that the war hasn’t officially started but there are already naysayers.
...
Kasha Civilization has a total of 18 direct moons.
This civilization naturally has very few people, for unknown reasons, with an extremely low birth rate. Despite utilizing various methods, the birth rate remains low, and population growth is very slow. If Kasha Civilization wasn’t relatively affluent with government subsidies granting thousand-year lifespans to each person, the birth rate would have already started negative growth.
However.
In recent years, Kasha Civilization has attracted many individuals from other civilizations to work for them.
These individuals are gradually occupying some lower-level leadership positions within Kasha Civilization.
They have received green cards issued by Kasha Civilization, which acknowledge them as members of Kasha Civilization, even though Cosmic Rules do not recognize them. Cosmic Rules do not allow random changes to one’s civilization affiliation, but Kasha Civilization allows it.
"What’s the situation recently?"
On "Apocalypse Star", one of Kasha Civilization’s direct moons, a gate guard cautiously leaned over to a fellow guard and whispered: "In the past, the owner rarely came to this manor. Why has he been coming here every day recently?"
"I don’t know."
The nearby guard’s complexion changed slightly: "Hush, the master is here."
At the sound of his words.
A gigantic train gently settled at the manor entrance, and a gloomy-faced old man, accompanied by a group of subordinates, strode into the manor without admiring the garden landscape he had spent a great price to create, as he usually would.
