The more advanced the technology, the higher the difficulty of becoming a qualified warrior.

Although Tom had no personal experience, he could understand the difficulty of cultivating a qualified warrior by simulating with Bluetoth as the data source.

It was basically not much less difficult than cultivating a scientific researcher.

The situation where a primary civilization, as long as they were strong enough physically and underwent tedious training, could become a qualified warrior, would absolutely not appear in the current civilization.

Even with Bluetoth, with his enhancement, if humanity's average quality was used as a comparison benchmark, the ratio of frontline warriors to the total population could only barely reach 1 to 1,500.

From this perspective, the excellence of the Havilah Civilization was beyond doubt.

But...

The ratio of my frontline warriors to the total population is not 1 to 2,000, 1 to 1,000, or even the unimaginable 1 to several hundred for ordinary civilizations, but... one to one!

Every clone, no matter what he does, can immediately transform into a qualified warrior when needed, can immediately sit in the control chair of the control base, and seamlessly integrate into the entire combat system!

Furthermore, without needing any training, tens of millions of clones can instantly achieve telepathic communication and act in perfect coordination!

At this moment, the 800,000 manned warships under the remote control of the clones were like having a unified will, their coordination and cooperation were seamless, reaching the extreme of tacit understanding.

With a greater number and more tacit cooperation, even if the Havilah Civilization's warship performance was higher, and even if the Havilah Civilization's unmanned combat AI performance slightly surpassed Goku AI, Tom still did not fall behind!

Speaking of Goku AI, Tom was feeling a bit helpless at this moment.

There was no other way; after being promoted to a Strong Nuclear Civilization, Tom had never had a time of extreme material abundance, so he had been unable to conduct practical training for Goku AI, unable to feed it more real battlefield data, and its growth had been somewhat slow.

At this moment, being slightly behind his opponent, Tom could do nothing.

At this moment, tens of millions of kilometers away, inside the gigantic aerospace carrier that Tom had specially transformed into a battlefield control base, on each intelligent cockpit, clones wore helmets, their eyes tightly closed.

Through the connection of neural chips, the brains of these clones were under Tom's real-time control, while also being connected to the gigantic ultra-long-range communication base.

Thus, the will from the brains of these clones was transmitted in real-time to the manned spacecraft on the front line.

At the same time, numerous sensors equipped on the manned spacecraft, as well as countless spy satellites and probe satellites, also transmitted every piece of battlefield intelligence back in real-time, which then, under Tom's unified distribution, entered different brains for thinking, ultimately forming decisions and transmitting them back to the front line.

20 million frontline clones sitting in intelligent cockpits, along with over 100 million second-line clones in the rest area, together formed this intelligent battlefield system, operating rapidly under Tom's unified command.

In the vast control hall, clones occasionally took off their helmets, then, pale-faced and with vacant eyes, as if their bodies had been hollowed out, they staggered up and headed to the rest area, falling asleep instantly without even bothering to eat.

Their nerves and brains were too fatigued; at this moment, they could do nothing else but rest.

There were even some clones who suddenly died of exhaustion directly in their intelligent cockpits during combat, without even having time to receive medical treatment.

At this point, the life monitoring system would alarm, and clones responsible for logistics would come to take away their remains for disposal.

Whenever an intelligent cockpit became vacant, a clone would immediately rush over to take over his position, continuing to contribute his intelligence to the battlefield.

Everything was orderly, busy but not chaotic.

Similar events were simultaneously occurring on the three planets in this solar system.

In the tens of thousands of intelligent control bases distributed on the surface, underground, and in space of the planets, in control halls capable of accommodating hundreds of people, in intelligent cockpits specially designed for the slender bodies of the Havilahs, Havilah warriors, who had undergone hundreds of years of learning and training to qualify to sit there, also had their eyes tightly closed, connecting to the intelligent combat system via chips.

Compared to Tom's intelligent control base, the Havilahs' control base had more personnel and more functional areas.

In the staff area, numerous staff members were busy working, analyzing the current battlefield situation, and formulating the next combat plan. In the decision-making area, the commander of each sub-base maintained constant contact with their superiors, obtaining superior decisions while also adjusting their own combat plans.

Outside the vast intelligent control area, countless Havilah warriors moved back and forth.

Warriors who had completed their prescribed 4-hour combat missions received temporary rest time; they needed various foods and drinks to soothe their nerves and bodies, and also various entertainment areas to relax.

Amidst the movement of countless personnel, the intelligence from the Havilah warriors was also transmitted to the frontline warships through the ultra-long-range communication base, valiantly resisting the enemy's attacks while doing their utmost to inflict casualties on the enemy.

At this moment, countless unmanned combat facilities had been destroyed on the battlefield. The total number of destroyed manned combat spacecraft from both sides was at least over ten thousand.

But what was strange was that in a battlefield so intense and with such heavy losses, not a single sentient being had died at this moment.

This was true for both Tom and the Havilah Civilization.

This was the war mode of a higher-level civilization, one that surpassed the Electroweak Civilization.

Tom knew that this mode was closer to the essence of war.

War is fought on logistics, on a civilization's industrial strength, on a civilization's technological foundation!

But at this moment, Tom clearly felt that in the realm of industrial strength, which he was most proud of, he was being suppressed by his opponent.

On the battlefield, the 800,000 warships on Tom's side had now decreased to 750,000.

And the number of the opponent's warships... was still 400,000!

Not a single one was lost!

It wasn't that Tom hadn't destroyed the opponent's warships. In fact, although there was a performance gap, thanks to the greater number and more tacit cooperation, Tom still destroyed approximately ten thousand of the opponent's warships.

However, for every ten thousand destroyed, the opponent immediately replenished ten thousand! The number consistently remained at its peak of 400,000, not a single one less!

Tom felt an inexplicable humiliation.

"My mode of existence is already similar to that of a 'Disaster Civilization'.

I can probably be called... the Clone Disaster!

And now, you, a legitimate intelligent civilization, are actually suppressing me, a Clone Disaster, in terms of numbers. Good, very good indeed..."

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