Deep in the Nevada desert, a line of desert-colored SUVs drove from a distance, bypassed two hills covered with loess, and stopped outside a military base located under the hills. The rusty iron gate looked like it had been abandoned for many years, and it looked like no one had been here for a long time under the sandy tarpaulin.
When they got close to the military base, the convoy began to slow down.
At this moment, a gust of wind carrying yellow sand blew past. In the blink of an eye, soldiers dressed in desert camouflage stood around the convoy. They had already surrounded the SUVs with their guns raised horizontally.
The convoy stopped.
The door of the second car in the front row opened, and a military boot stepped on the ground. The soldier showed the vision in his hand to the nearest soldier. The soldier didn't move, but a red light flashed in the center of the tactical eyepiece under the brim of the Benny hat.
After identifying the identity code on the graphene card, the muzzles pointed at the convoy were put away. Colonel Ross put away the graphene card, narrowed his eyes, and glanced around the group of soldiers. He then spoke.
"Where is Colonel McCarthy? Let him see me."
"Here." General McCarthy, who was wearing a beret, stepped out from the ranks and walked in front of the officer. He raised his hand and performed a standard military salute.
Although both were colonel, one served in the Department of Defense system, and the other was a commissioned officer of the frontline forces. Colonel Ross came with the order of the Department of Defense. Colonel Ross could barely be regarded as his superior, so there was no problem with him saluting first.
Colonel Ross returned the military salute neatly. He glanced at the military base behind him and nodded.
"How's the preparation going?"
"The West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center is already under our control. The only person who knows is under our control. Now only we know here," McCarthy replied seriously.
"Very good." Colonel Ross nodded and stared at McCarthy. He paused for a moment and continued, "The Congress has studied it. Since those stubborn conservative forces are prepared to block our steps into the future, then we will sweep them into the grave of history with the garbage of the wasteland. Your task now is to include the entire California in the coverage of the weather weapon and implement indiscriminate strategic strikes. "
"Understood," General McCarthy replied with a cold expression.
"The combat order has been issued. I want to know when this thing will be ready?" Colonel Ross raised his chin and looked at the alloy gate embedded in the side of the hill behind the military base.
"It depends on when the fuel rods arrive," McCarthy said. "How's the dismantling of the nuclear weapons going?"
"A hundred cans of 20mm nuclear fusion cores have been dismantled. They will be here soon," Colonel Ross said.
"It's enough." The corner of General McCarthy's mouth curled into a cold and cruel smile. "A Category 16 hurricane is more than enough to shred their defensive line —"
Before he could finish speaking, a sharp whistle suddenly came from the sky.
The two of them were taken aback and looked up at the sky.
However, before he could raise his head halfway, shrapnel and dazzling flames exploded with a loud bang. Thick black smoke spread along with the flames at the entrance of the military base! Caught off guard, two soldiers standing next to the sentry post were blasted into a bloody mess by the sudden shell. One of them fainted on the spot, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
McCarthy reflexively took two steps back, raised his sleeves to cover his eyebrows, and stared at the destroyed sentry post. His pupils suddenly contracted.
Mortars!
"Enemy attack!"
"Spread out! Quick, quick, quick! "
"This is the Red Arrow Squad. We have calculated the position of the artillery and are rushing to the target area …"
Without the slightest warning, with the explosion of the first shell, the ensuing shelling exploded near the convoy like beans being scattered.
As soon as they encountered the shelling, all the USN soldiers started to move like gears. The soldiers in desert camouflage rushed to the side of the road with their rifles and lay down for cover. The SUVs quickly backed up and dispersed. The ones carrying supplies rushed into the military base, and the other half carrying soldiers rushed out of the military base with two armored vehicles and headed in the direction of the shelling.
…
"Haha! Fire! "
A man in a cowboy hat stepped on a desert-colored motorcycle and laughed wildly. He looked at the bursting flames with a pair of binoculars. Looking at the enemies fleeing like rats under their artillery fire, he felt extremely carefree in his heart.
In the open space next to him, a soldier also dressed as a cowboy removed the mortar shells from the trunk of the motorcycle, threw them to his comrade holding the mortar, and stuffed them into the thick and long barrel.
Rangers, as a purely motorized artillery unit, belonged to the trump card of the militia organization "Minutemen". Although they relied on old-fashioned fuel motorcycles as a means of transportation, this old-fashioned machinery was surprisingly reliable on the wasteland, especially in the desert. Moreover, synthetic oil was much easier to obtain than nuclear batteries, and it was not affected by EMP weapons. With the excellent firepower output of the 60mm electromagnetic mortar, the Rangers had been on the wasteland of California for more than a decade and struck fear into the hearts of countless raiders and mutated human tribes.
"They're coming." Another cowboy squatted behind a rock and looked at the convoy with a pair of binoculars. "Tell NAC that they can start!"
"Roger!"
There was no need to inform them at all.
When the cowboy ran to the motorcycle and just sent out the message, the NAC Expeditionary Force and National Guard ambushed nearby had already moved.
Without the slightest warning, more than a dozen anti-tank rockets shot out from behind the haystack and went straight to the UA convoy that rushed to the Ranger artillery position. Two SUVs were shot on the side and directly turned into a burst of fireballs. The two armored vehicles behind were hit and broke down on the side of the road. For a time, the USN convoy was in a mess.
Knowing that they were ambushed, the USN soldiers jumped out of the vehicles one after another and spread out to find cover. However, the previous rockets were just the beginning. A group of soldiers also armed to the teeth with kinetic skeletons rushed out from behind the sand dunes. The muzzles in their hands sprayed terrifying flames. With the support of power armors, they surrounded the convoy that was in a mess.
"I've been shot! Medic! "
"SH * T! This is the Red Arrow Squad! We need support! I repeat, we AHHHH — "
There would be no support at all.
Just half a minute ago, rows of rockets fell from the sky and instantly covered the abandoned military base.
The rolling flames dyed the gray-yellow earth into a dark hell, and the pungent smell of burnt flesh filled the entire battlefield. Most of the USN soldiers died under the barrage of Fireball-1, and the few remaining resistance forces also retreated in the direction of the cave under the siege of the NAC ground forces …
Everything was so sudden that General McCarthy and Colonel Ross didn't have time to react.
When they planned to ask for help from the fleet, they found that all communication equipment had failed. It turned out that in the rocket barrage just now, the warheads used by NAC were not only high explosive and incendiary, but also the most insidious EMP …
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