Girl, There's Something Wrong With You - Chapter 30

The so-called Changqin Cannon is a type of military drone equipped with a cannon, specifically developed for urban warfare.

By firing from a high altitude, it effectively avoids obstructions from surrounding buildings, with a maximum range of over ten thousand meters.

After piercing vehicle armor, the shell releases six rotating blades inside, which shred soft targets into pieces, leaving the bodies unrecognizable.

In other words, this was likely a meticulously planned decapitation operation.

According to Miss Wang’s memory search, the man’s task was to provide coordinates for the Changqin Cannon’s remote guidance after receiving instructions.

Apart from this mission information, he knew nothing else. This “nothing” includes all knowledge beyond the mission details and basic human common sense.

This man had no experience of eating, drinking, talking, or feeling joy or sorrow.

From the moment he came off the production line, his mind was pre-installed with only basic language and motor skills, along with military knowledge related to drone guidance.

He is a clone. A clone created purely as a tool.

“No, that’s not right,” Li Qingwan suddenly spoke up. “Our Longxi Li family has researched cloning technology. The cost of producing a clone is far higher than hiring a northern refugee to do the job. If Su Zigao is trying to increase his forces with cloning technology, it would require considerable resources just to turn these clones into a combat-ready army.”

“If he had that much money to waste, why wouldn’t he just produce more drones?”

“Because he needs to counter our Taiyuan Wang family’s psychic amplifier,” Wang Wanrou calmly replied.

The crowd fell silent.

“The Thought Seal of the third grade cannot completely control anyone,” Miss Wang continued. “Our usual approach is to find flaws in the opponent’s thoughts, then implant corresponding ideas, confuse concepts, distort perceptions, and finally establish a link of obedience.”

“However, a clone who knows nothing is as pure as a blank sheet of paper. Implanting a thought that is hard to alter makes it much more difficult for us to distort their mind compared to someone with complex thoughts. Even if we succeed in distorting their mind, what do we get? A clone that only knows how to perform a single task. This is Su Zigao’s way of countering the Wang family’s mind control—using a large number of inferior soldiers to waste our mind control efficiency.”

“Yet, everything was within Miss Wang’s expectations,” Cheng Jinyang flattered to lighten the heavy atmosphere.

“Shut up!” Miss Wang scolded him angrily.

“But this still doesn’t solve the problem she just raised,” Zhu Xinchu said seriously. “Even if clones are inferior soldiers, their production cost is very high, not to mention mass production.”

“I just looked at his memory,” Wang Wanrou continued. “He was made with technology I’ve never seen before, and the production process is fully automated.”

“However, is there really any technology Miss Wang hasn’t seen?” Cheng Jinyang asked passionately, only to be met with a deadly glare from Wang Wanrou.

“Brother Cheng, you should say less,” Zhu Xinchu, also frightened by Cheng’s boldness, interjected.

Daring to provoke the daughter of nobility continuously, Brother Cheng’s courage is truly immense.

Perhaps not only his courage…

Lost in thought, he then heard Xing Yuanzhi ask seriously, “So what do we do next? Continue to the southern war zone as planned, or?”

“Of course, we proceed,” Cheng Jinyang replied with a confident smile, trying to inspire everyone. “Now that the enemy’s strategy is exposed, what’s there to fear?”

“Well said,” Zhu Xinchu nodded. “The nearest Shenwu Army mechanized unit is on its way. Everyone, find a place to hide and wait for a while.”

In the troop transport, several leading officers hurried over to inquire about Lord Sima’s next instructions.

Everyone was told to wait patiently, and it wasn’t long before the mechanized units of the Shenwu Army arrived.

Armed helicopters and drone swarms escorted them from the air, and the transport units continued along the highway, soon reaching the southern defense zone without incident.

Everyone seemed to forget about the captured prisoner. During the earlier concealment, the unattended clone prisoner quietly slipped away. Following the route imprinted in his mind, he swiftly headed towards Gushu Town.

At the southern defense zone, they were greeted by Guo Xuanxiong, the Commandant of the Yulin Army.

General Guo, from a humble background, had narrow, slightly intimidating eyes. While Cheng Jinyang discreetly observed him, Guo Xuanxiong was also coldly scrutinizing Cheng Jinyang.

His gaze landed on the young women behind Cheng, and he frowned.

Why are there women on the battlefield?

Wait, no, from their demeanor, these women seem to be from noble families.

“General Guo,” Zhu Xinchu cupped his hands in greeting, “this is Cheng Jinyang, the Assistant Division Commander of the Xiaoqi Army, here with 4,000 troops under the decree of Taicheng.”

“Very well, let me lead you to the camp.” After confirming Cheng Jinyang’s electronic identity code, Guo Xuanxiong smiled and motioned for them to enter the military zone, while internally mulling things over.

Zhu called him an Assistant Division Commander, so he doesn’t hold a general rank?

Just a substantive position without an honorary title—must be a recent promotion.

But leading 4,000 troops? What kind of Assistant Division Commander is that?

Since when does an Assistant Division Commander command 4,000 troops?

Leading the group to the command camp, Cheng Jinyang had the ladies wait outside while he followed Guo Xuanxiong into the command tent. Inside, he met the two officials commanding the Yulin Army:

General Bian Wangzhi, a nearly fifty-year-old short and stout man, previously served as the Minister of Works in Taicheng, overseeing the mechanical industry department, a high-ranking official equivalent to a chancellor.

The Forward Overseer Zhong Yanzhou, a man in his forties, previously served as Deputy Censor-in-Chief in Taicheng but started his career in the military, making him a part of the military judiciary. He was of a high rank, likely Bian Wangzhi’s deputy this time.

As Cheng Jinyang entered, everyone in the tent turned their eyes to him. Most might not know, but officials of Bian Wangzhi and Zhong Yanzhou’s caliber, who could discuss matters with Yu Yuangui in Taicheng, were certainly aware that this seemingly unremarkable young Assistant Division Commander had once created a Iron Giant that directly obliterated a battleship. Hence, they hurried to greet him.

“Assistant Division Commander Cheng, perfect timing. Let me introduce your comrades-in-arms,” Zhong Yanzhou, as the deputy, warmly began, introducing each officer of the Yulin and Shenwu armies one by one. Finally, he said, “This is Cheng Jinyang, the head of the Shendu Cheng family, currently serving as the Assistant Division Commander of the Xiaoqi Army in Jingkou, here with 4,000 troops under the decree of Taicheng.”

As he introduced Cheng Jinyang, many officers either maintained a neutral expression or nodded perfunctorily. Some felt secretly resentful, but when they heard he had brought 4,000 troops, their expressions subtly changed, and they began to ponder.

Normally, an Assistant Division Commander would command around 1,000 troops. This guy brought 4,000—what was his superior thinking?

Han Xin’s strategy of the more, the better?

Wait, he’s called an Assistant Division Commander, so did he recruit these troops in Jingkou on his own?