Andrews Air Force Base, located eight miles east of Capital, was the base for the Air Force One and helicopters of the UA President. The main mission was to provide rapid response capabilities to emergencies that seriously endanger national security and to provide support for the Aerospace Expeditionary Force.
However, just a few minutes ago, a tungsten rod bomb turned this place into ruins.
And this was the cause of the previous earthquake.
At this moment, downtown Capital.
The siren was loud, but it couldn't stop the fear in people's hearts.
In the siren sound, police cars, explosion-proof vehicles, and armored vehicles rushed to the source of the chaos, knocked away the abandoned vehicles in the middle of the road, and lined up on the road to form a line of defense. The police took out pistols, Remington shotguns, and squatted nervously next to the police cars. On the other side of them was the heavily armed anti-terrorism special police who served as the main defense force. At this moment, they were holding rifles and explosion-proof shields in their hands, and the pupils under their helmets shrank to a point —
BOOM!
A rocket overturned the armored vehicle parked in the middle of the road.
The police hiding on the side lowered their heads, and at this moment, intensive gunshots came from the other side of the street.
The bullets rained down like a storm, directly penetrating the hood and door of the police car. Countless police officers were shot, and they fell to the ground holding their bloody wounds. The prepared special forces returned fire, but in the face of the fierce firepower of the power armors, they were at a disadvantage from the beginning. They were suppressed by the net of bullets and couldn't move behind the bunker.
The heavy machine guns of the armored vehicles played a role, but they were facing the power armors. In the face of the agile anti-tank weapons, the fragile armor was like paper, and was pierced through by the Python Rocket.
"This is BAKER1, this is BAKER1, we are under attack by the enemy's armed forces! They are advancing to the Lincoln Memorial, we need support … Dammit! SH * T! Where the hell is our army! When I first joined the army, no one told me that I was going to go to the battlefield — "
Curled up behind the police car, the middle-aged sheriff held the walkie-talkie tightly in his hand, and his roaring voice was a bit distorted.
His arms were stained with the blood of the people next to him, and his forehead was scratched by a bullet. It was 1mm away from his head. The empty shells fell to the ground, but he didn't dare to come out of the bunker again.
Bang!
With a muffled thud, the special forces soldier crouching beside him threw his head back and fell to the ground. Faced with the power armor that crossed the line of defense, he threw away his pistol, held his head, and squatted next to the police car as he screamed.
"I surrender! I surrender! I … "
After a long time, he shakily lifted his head from under his arms.
His face turned the color of pig liver.
Perhaps it was because he lost his weapon, or perhaps it was because he was considered not a threat at all, Celestial Trade simply ignored him. Only then did he realize that those people had already gone far away …
The Washington police had never seen such a scene.
Perhaps the police in Los Angeles and New York would be slightly more experienced than them in the face of enemies descending from the sky.
After all, they had at least rehearsed on set...
These well-trained police and special forces were more than enough to deal with ordinary bandits or terrorists. However, at this moment, they were not facing bandits or terrorists, but a group of murderous tigers who had crossed the sea to settle scores with them …
On the other side, in the downtown area of the Capital, dozens of helicopters were advancing rapidly from the air. The shadows of several fighter formations crossed over the city. The F-22s and F-35s from the military base in the neighboring state collided with the formation of Aurora-20s and Wings of Freedom.
As for why they came from the neighboring state, it was naturally because the previous tungsten rod blasted the legendary Andrews Air Force Base and the rapid reaction force and aviation force stationed there into ruins.
However, even if they suffered heavy losses, even if everything happened too suddenly, after the orbital strike, the army stationed near the Capital still reacted as quickly as possible.
The two tank battalions of the 37th Armored Division headed straight for the Pentagon, and the rest of the combat units rushed to the Capitol. Unfortunately, the long line of cars on the highway formed a daunting barricade, causing most of these armored units to be blocked in the suburbs.
Forty-two CH-53d roared to the city center and quickly deployed special forces to the hot spots of the battle. On the other side, fourteen CH-47 Chinook helicopters were dispatched urgently and deployed an armored company to the Lincoln Memorial by air to stop Celestial Trade's power armors from advancing to the Capitol at all costs.
Lincoln Memorial.
This solemn memorial was not only a sacred place for the UA people to remember the late President Lincoln, but it was also a gathering place for various political gatherings. Not only did every president give a speech here, but one day a few decades ago, Martin Luther King Jr. stood here and delivered his famous speech – "I Have a Dream."
However, at this moment, the billowing smoke and the pungent smell of gunpowder turned this place into a nightmare for everyone.
On the lawn outside the memorial, there was an unfinished trench. The National Guard of the District of Columbia and the First Battalion of the 11th Marine Brigade were stationed here by helicopter.
The speed of the orbital airborne brigade's advancement was beyond the expectations of the UA military. The UA soldiers stationed at the memorial were forced to hastily confront the enemy. On this unfinished temporary fortification, they engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the orbital airborne brigade.
A hail of bullets swept over the sandbags and trenches, leaving broken bullet marks on the marble walls of the memorial. The originally solemn sacred place became a bloody meat grinder, or in other words, a slaughterhouse …
…
"You told me our Trident did explode!"
"I swear our Trident did explode …"
"Then tell me, what the hell is going on with those people outside?!" Mike Pence's body trembled with anger and fear. He held the phone in his right hand and roared at Secretary of Defense James Mattis, "Why are they in our capital!"
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.
James Mattis couldn't answer this question.
No one could explain why Celestial Trade didn't surrender even though their twelve Tridents all hit the target. Ninety-six nuclear warheads. There was no country or organization that could still be alive after being hit by 96 nuclear warheads …
Since the War of Independence, no country could send its own army to this continent. If there was, it could only appear in Hollywood blockbusters or some visual AAA games. However, now that all this had become a reality, Mattis was at a loss.
After taking a deep breath, Mattis forcibly suppressed the trembling in his voice and slowly said.
"Mr. President, Celestial Trade is advancing to the Rainbow House."
"I have sent a special force to your location. You need to move immediately."
"We will meet at Cheyenne Mountain …"
Just as he was making the call, an orbital airborne brigade of Celestial Trade had already crossed the Arlington Memorial Bridge and was only a fifteen-minute drive from the Pentagon. It was not only the president who needed to move, but he was also the same …
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