"Have you heard? There's going to be a war … "
"War? Isn't there already a war? "
"It's not Colombia … I heard that Celestial Trade attacked the Ford aircraft carrier battle group in the Caribbean Sea …"
"Fu * k?! Why can't they get over it … "
"How long have you been disconnected from the Internet? In any case, I'm going back to Hua to hide for a few days, and I'll come back when the situation stabilizes. If you plan to leave, you'd better make a decision quickly. The ticket I booked yesterday is the last — "
"Fu * k … Damn, all the tickets were sold out in the last week!" With the phone in his hand, the man beat his chest in regret.
In the past two days, similar conversations were common in Penglai.
It seemed that no one was optimistic that Xin could win in this war.
The dictator finally overplayed his hand. The 72-hour ultimatum from the Rainbow House was obviously not a joke. Five aircraft carrier battle groups had assembled in the Pacific and were sailing to the Western Pacific. Perhaps the Rainbow House had secretly passed the document to launch a nuclear strike on Xin's industrial facilities, so Ange Island and Coro City could not escape.
Celestial City, Earth Observation Center of the Space Department.
Corresponding to Xin's time, it was eight o 'clock in the evening.
All holidays were canceled, and Celestial Trade had ushered in the most critical moment. The staff sat nervously in front of the computer and kept their eyes glued to the satellite radar. Some people didn't sleep for twenty-four hours in a row and relied entirely on caffeine.
At this moment, an exclamation broke the silence in the Earth Observation Center.
"It's launched!" The observer in charge of the W14 satellite suddenly stood up from his seat and pointed to the red dot on the radar screen. "The coordinates are N29 ° 04 north latitude, W154 ° 20 west longitude, and the missile type is UGM-133A 'Trident' submarine-launched ballistic missile! A total of twelve were launched! "
"Two hours ahead of the scheduled 72 hours …"
The observer sitting next to him also observed the twelve missiles on the radar and couldn't help but curse.
"I knew it … these people won't keep their word!"
"Nuclear submarine launched?" Qi Yingze, the head of the observation center, walked quickly to the W14 satellite observation terminal. He frowned and put down the coffee cup in his hand. "Can you determine the type of nuclear submarine?"
"It should be the Ohio-class nuclear submarine!" The observer replied.
"Report the submarine area coordinates to Celestial Trade Navy immediately!" Qi Yingze immediately ordered, "Inform the Space Department headquarters to prepare for a nuclear attack!"
"Yes!"
…
Ten minutes after the Trident missile was observed, the air defense alarm sounded over Coro City. The police drones patrolling the streets repeated the same words through the broadcast.
"… The enemy airstrike will arrive in Coro City in ten minutes. Citizens, please stay at home and do not leave your homes. Celestial Trade Security and Defense Company promises to ensure the safety of all citizens' property from illegal forces. Please … "
As early as three days ago, all cities in Xin, including Penglai, had implemented a full curfew. The sudden air defense siren did not cause much panic because there were no tourists in Coro City at this time, and the local citizens living at this time also stayed at home because of the curfew.
Logically speaking, they should be panicking, but when they saw their President still standing in front of the Presidential Palace and being interviewed by the domestic media, the fear in their hearts was slightly dispelled. Whether it was destruction or victory, someone would bear all the consequences with them.
At nine o 'clock in the evening, twelve rays of light appeared in the sky.
Some people screamed, some people hid under the bed with their heads in their hands, some people prayed with sobs, and some people quietly took out a bottle of cold beer from the refrigerator and sat in the yard, like waiting for the fireworks of a celebration, quietly waiting for the arrival of the final moment.
Everyone knew what it was.
What was supposed to come finally came.
Two Trident missiles successfully flew over Coro City, and even the people who pressed the launch button were surprised. Soon, the nuclear warhead mounted on the Trident missile exploded, and the light of the nuclear explosion dispersed the entire night and engulfed the entire sky in a boundless mushroom cloud.
The faint roar shook the eardrums of everyone who was crawling under the mushroom cloud.
Just when everyone thought that their lives were over, something surprising happened.
The nuclear explosion did occur, and the mushroom cloud did rise, but the earth-shattering shock wave did not arrive. Everyone was still alive. They could only watch as the mushroom cloud spread and was slowly carried away by the sea breeze …
It was like a miracle from God!
"Heavens … Am I dreaming? I'm still alive? " A middle-aged man in his forties crawled out from under the bed and looked out the window in a daze. His eyes gradually filled with tears, "I'm still alive …"
"My dear! We're still alive! " A young man and woman hugged each other and kissed each other wildly. Finally, they rolled onto the bed sheets, and their shoes and clothes were kicked to the side.
"Unbelievable, it's like a miracle! No, it's a miracle! " His thumb and index finger repeatedly rubbed the cross on his chest, and the old priest sitting in the church muttered nervously.
"Long live Xin! Long live Celestial Trade! Go to hell with nuclear weapons! Go to hell with the Yankees! We are invincible! "The drunkard stood on his balcony and shouted at the top of his lungs. Usually, the neighbors would have called the police to report him for disturbance, but today they didn't.
Because he shouted out what everyone was thinking.
If even nuclear weapons couldn't conquer them, what else could defeat them?
From this moment on, the outcome of this war had already been decided.
Just five minutes after the nuclear strike landed on Coro City, the Rainbow House held a press conference. In front of the media reporters in the UA and even around the world, the Rainbow House spokesman used an apologetic tone to announce this "regrettable" fact to the media.
"Just about an hour ago, we had twelve Trident missiles. Maybe their radar was alive or something else. Other than a malfunction, our missiles were not intercepted. And just five minutes ago, the Rainbow House asked the top brass about 'whether our nuclear bombs successfully hit the target', and the answer was' yes'. "
"We express our concern and regret for the disaster that the people of Xin are suffering."
"But we believe that a new home that is more free and equal, a new world that is not oppressed by illegal enterprises, oligarchs, and puppet governments, will allow the people of Xin to live in a better environment in the future …"
"And we will shoulder the responsibility of a great country and help the suffering people rebuild their homes."
The damage assessment of nuclear weapons could not be confirmed for the time being.
Because all the military observation satellites of the UA were destroyed by Celestial Trade's missiles three days ago.
The "Trident" missiles that launched a nuclear strike on Xin used pre-calculated launch parameters. Although there was a certain amount of error, for nuclear weapons, what difference did an error of one or two kilometers make?
The top brass only knew that the nuclear bombs were "fired", "hit", and "exploded", but that was enough …
Was it really enough?
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