flstandardbreds Chapter 150 Power Display
Chapter 150 Power Display
The steel torrent on the ground swept past the reviewing stand, the roaring engines and steel carrying away people's thoughts and bringing a new wave of fear. The fear of behemoths is etched into the DNA of intelligent beings, especially the seemingly unshakeable steel beasts.
But the revolutionary warfare methods brought about by industrial civilization have not only brought about changes on the ground, but the sky has now become a battlefield as well. The roar of man-made birds—airplanes—resonates through the sky, and twelve I-135 fighter jets, trailing tricolored smoke, proudly streak across the sky above cheering crowds, above silent crowds, and above astonished crowds.
The idea that Amelansi controlled the skies seemed to be nothing more than a trivial rumor to other nations. Whether it was the fall of the Lasvia Empire or the enormous shadow over the capital, in an era where embellishment was commonplace, it was nothing more than a lie fabricated by soldiers to avoid the war.
The manufacturing and research and development of aircraft is itself a top-secret project under the layers of secrecy of the secret intelligence agency. Special strategic operations teams provide protection, and the secret intelligence agency provides equipment. No information is leaked to the market. Apart from those few sky warships, no one knows how these things were made or whether they even exist.
Now, the Amerancy celebration parade has brought these mythical machines to the world's attention. Sky knights gracefully swept across the parade ground, and a huge tricolor flag smoke billowed across the sky, proclaiming Amerancy's dominance in the skies.
The Hs.123 dive bomber and the KI-21 Type 97 bomber followed closely behind, and these three bombers formed the skies of Amelansey, as captivating as eagles.
Legends and stories of flying have been passed down since ancient times. Intelligent beings have been fascinated by the sky. From ancient times to the present, in myths, gods fly into the sky; in legends, ancient people fly to the moon; in stories, ancient inventors attempt to use machines to fly; and great mages try to use magic to break the constraints of gravity...
However, once Amelansi built the first controllable aircraft, flying into the sky became possible. The Magic Sky-class space battleship was decommissioned and transferred to the Amelansi National Central Academy of Sciences after it entered service with the Storm Child class. Therefore, what won the world's absolute fear at this moment was the majestic body of the "Vigilant" space battleship.
The steel behemoth, hundreds of meters tall, displayed its oppressive presence to the creatures on the ground like a mountain. Its massive hull blocked out the sun, and beneath the shadows, the future of Amerlane began. Huge cannons were positioned on the sides of the ship, inspiring fear just by looking at them.
With such a powerful warship, what can possibly withstand it!
Rising from the brink of despair, from defeat to victory, and then to creating a miracle, Alice used nearly five years to show the world a miracle, a speed that even she could not have predicted.
The people of Amelanxi are generally very adaptable; at least in terms of learning, the creatures of this world are superior to those of the world she is familiar with. Alice has marveled countless times that as soon as a book from the Ministry of Truth hits the market, someone can create a product that rivals that of technology.
Amelansi's brilliance was built on this kind of intense learning.
The power comes not only from the giant beasts, but also from every single person. This innate nature, combined with the learning trend strongly promoted by Alice, is what makes Amelansi's power possible.
Some have noticed that the military parades at Amelia have become increasingly powerful, ranging from infantrymen armed with bolt-action rifles to those armed with automatic rifles, from Willys Jeeps to light tanks and then to medium tanks, from armored vehicles to fighter jets, bombers, and finally to massive airships.
There were still many teams left, and some people looked curiously at the teams behind them, wondering what kind of war machines they were, even more powerful than the huge air battleships.
They saw it—the people.
People joyfully surrounded the floats, waving national flags high. The floats were decorated with slogans, paintings, and portraits of people from all walks of life, including workers, farmers, teachers, and doctors, waving small national flags or flowers.
"Labor brings liberation!"
Long live the nation and the people!
The huge oil painting was printed and pasted in sections. Dozens of painters from home and abroad used their brushes to depict scenes of modern society. There are no specific people on it. There are only the shadows of working people, steel behemoths, and man-made great achievements.
From steelworkers to teachers educating children, Amelansi sings the praises of labor. Just as Alice wished, the voices praising labor and technology rise and fall. This demon nation is not only beginning to shed ignorance, but will also begin to shed the shackles of the unknown.
Twelve portraits appeared after the scene painting team, depicting workers from all walks of life being held aloft. People never imagined that one day these ordinary people would be brought onto the stage of a celebration.
Old monarchs used wealth and ambition to leave their mark on history.
Wealthy capitalists use their cunning and greed to secure their place in history through wealth.
But only the people, only the people, they have no specific name, but whether in the past or present, on the edge of the portrait of the monarch, in the footnotes of the name of the capitalist, they are everywhere.
They are the cornerstone of society, and the people are the creators of history.
Some people saw Alice finally smile slightly and clapped her hands. A thousand troops could not move her; only the smiles of the people could bring her comfort.
Long live the people!!!
Alice couldn't help but shout, and the marching crowd responded with cheers.
"The spirit of Amelansi is not based on any weapon of war, but on the labor and dedication of the people."
Several scholars, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but sigh. The era of monarchs had ended; what followed was the era of people. In this era, the people—those who were once merely numbers, these living, breathing individuals who had been overlooked—would unleash their own power in the age ushered in by Ameliancé.
The seeds Alice planted have begun to sprout, awaiting only a storm, after which red fruit will eventually ripen.
However, in this era, in this age of change, in this period between two eras, countries have still not noticed this overlooked force.
And Amelansi will ignite the power of those who have been overlooked in every country. Perhaps in the end, Amelansi will also be reborn once again with the power of the people. Perhaps the world will be reborn in the future that Alice creates.
But first, Amelianci must continue his journey, and Alice must continue toward her goal—to dismantle the Church, this powerful ideological and political adversary, and to dismantle a bastion of the old order.