The Mech Touch novel Chapter 3423

Chapter 3423: Stupid Technology

"The outcome of the Komodo War is nearly set." A distinguished woman spoke as she addressed one of her direct disciples in her newly rebuilt design lab. "Our forces are battering the Hexer defensive lines as we speak. Though the misguided women and their deluded male sheep are holding fast for the time being, there are only so many bodies they can sacrifice to stop our advance."

Tristan Wesseling stood attentively as he listened to his Master. "Too many people have already died. These Hexers deserve what we're giving to them, but… we're losing soldiers in droves as well."

"That will soon change. The Carnegie Group is in the final stages of negotiating the intervention of foreign states. The Garleners have responded eagerly to the opportunity to flex their muscles against a different opponent than themselves."

"I thought that our Friday Coalition has always rejected foreign state intervention." Tristan furrowed his brows. "Aren't there well-founded fears that once we invite foreign armies to participate in our battles, they might not leave once the war is over?"

"Those concerns are still valid, but the leaders of the Carnegie Group and other coalition partners have adjusted their strategy. The current plan is to contract foreign mercenary outfits to raid the rear and hinterland provinces of the Hexadric Hegemony."

At this moment, the Hex Army deployed their units to the frontlines en masse. That had left the Hexer state under defended in many other areas, a fact that Fridayman raiding units regularly exploited.

However, the first half of the Komodo War had severely depleted the amount of mech units that the Friday Coalition could deploy. The Fridaymen didn't have the manpower and assets to spare to properly exploit the openings of their adversaries.

In order to prevent the Hexers from obtaining any breathing room, the Coalition partners had to exert heavy and continuous pressure at the front!

Tristan understood this and figured out how much damage raiders could do at the exposed rear of the Hegemony!

"This is rather clever now that I think about it." He commented. "Even minor raids can lead to a disproportionate response from the Hexers. The pressure on them will rise further, and they will certainly struggle whether they should pull units away from the front in order to bolster their rear. The only question I have is whether these 'mercenaries' are truly what they say they are. What if they are more than ordinary soldiers for hire?"

Master Katzenberg responded with a rueful expression as she adjusted her lab coat. "These details are irrelevant in the greater scheme. We already expect foreign military mech units to enter the Komodo Star Sector in the guise of mercenary outfits. Though we all know the truth, our helpers must still maintain the proper form. It is much harder for them to stay and form a united front when they are nominally independent and dispersed."

These considerations flew right above Tristan's head. Though he tried to become more astute in politics due to his new ambition, he still had a long way to go before he could understand these top-level decisions. He was just a mech designer, after all.

"If these foreign 'mercenaries' come and do what they say, how much faster will this war come to an end?" Tristan asked with obvious interest.

"Not as fast as you wish. Just like us, the Hexers have prepared for this war for centuries. Though their plans do not put much priority on defense, their accumulated resources and defensive assets must still be ground down before we can truly break open the Hegemony. Perhaps you will have your wish in five years."

That didn't sound so bad. Just like every other Fridayman, Tristan wanted this tiring and destructive war to end as soon as possible. The Hegemony had to collapse entirely before the Coalition was ready to relax.

Once it was over though…

"I hope you can help me become a pioneer of one of the colonization fleets the Carnegie Group is organizing." Tristan asked frankly. "I like it here, but I think I will have better opportunities in the Red Ocean."

"You've worked hard throughout these years, but your contributions are far from sufficient." Master Katzenberg stated. "In addition, it is unlikely that you will be able to become a pioneer without bringing in at least 5 to 10 million MTA merits. With your obligations to our state, you do not have time to work on any major projects that can earn you the required merits."

The Journeyman Mech Designer lowered his head. This was indeed an insurmountable problem. As a citizen of the Friday Coalition and a disciple of Master Katzenberg, he had spent most of his time in various military-aligned research labs and research institutions in order to assist in the design of various military mech projects.

The work was fulfilling and the pressure forced him to find creative new solutions, but it left him with little room for self-expression. He could not choose to design the mechs he wanted or take part in projects that weren't directly related to the Komodo War.

Master Katzenberg shook her head and floated forward. She glided over a garden path that had recently been reconstructed.

"Leemar has almost been restored, but it will take generations for our planet to regain its old vitality." She remarked. "The Hexers have inflicted too much damage to our territories."

Tristan looked out across the expansive campus in the distance. "They took away the big juggernaut wreck."

"They did. It was one of the symbols of the Leemar Institute of Technology. They could not let it stand, particularly due to its overpowering masculine design."

The Juggernaut basically resembled a titanic male monstrosity that looked as if it came straight out of the nightmares of the men-phobic Hexers!

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