(BGM-"Rising Force" R.Armando Morabito)

"Everyone alive will never forget the heat and humidity of the Sea of ​​NF, the beaches covered with bullets and deer villages, and the debris and corpses that crowded the entire sea. Many people said that they never looked back when they left the Sea of ​​NF. I looked back. I looked back many times. I was not looking for Emma. I just wanted to make sure that the lifeboat did not turn around and go back." - "Gaceppe, intelligence officer of the USS Gerald R. Ford." Interview with Price Jackson Shaoxiao"

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The first dawn of the NF sea in 2025.

The beautiful Huayang base was not awakened by the morning light. Instead, it showed its haggard appearance as it had not slept all night amid the earth-shattering artillery fire.

Under the reflection of the rising sun, the vast NF Sea presents the crystal blue of a tropical ocean. However, this beautiful blue has been turned into a huge garbage dump by all kinds of debris, oil, flames and blood. Ships like mountains are constantly firing shells, and every roar will cause the entire island and the entire sea to tremble. The sky is not quiet either. Amidst several billows of thick smoke, drones, fighter jets, and precision-guided missiles , and the Chosen Ones, criss-crossing in the blue sky, fighting for air supremacy, as if ignorant children have drawn countless white lines on the blue canvas.

The Huayang base has a total area of ​​17.5 square kilometers, which is equivalent to the size of 2,500 football fields. It is a relatively large base among the nine bases. It is also the earliest island to be built and has very complete defense facilities. At this moment, almost no place on the huge island is intact. , most places are covered with craters, gravel, shrapnel and propeller fragments of various precision-guided bombs. There are also basically complete drones planted in the grass. There is also a dense close-range defense artillery array located in the center of the island. The laser defense position and the six runways on both sides of the position seemed to be in good condition, but the artillery fire above that blocked the sky made people suspect that the place would become a mess in the next second.

The command bunker where Song Lanjiang was located at this time was located near the close-in defense artillery position. According to the planned plan, they would gradually retreat and lure the enemy to the island. When the enemy fleet also approached the base, they would then cooperate with the Chosen troops and unmanned aerial vehicles. The digital army launches a desperate counterattack.

However, the firepower of the Star Gate was too fierce. I originally wanted to simulate a retreat, but I didn't expect that the simulation became more and more realistic. Song Lanjiang didn't know whether it was good or bad to be too realistic. The soaring number of casualties made it impossible for him to judge whether it was a real retreat or not. It was not considered an orderly retreat. If the enemy could really occupy the beachhead so easily, Song Lanjiang felt that he might as well shoot himself in the head and end it all once and for all.

The dense close-range defense artillery array and laser defense weapons in the center were not exerting their full strength under deliberate fire control, but every reloading time and cooling time still made Song Lanjiang terrified. He was afraid that the next second, Stargate's missiles would break through the defense. The most important defensive position on the entire island was blown up into ashes. From then on, he could no longer hear the harsh sound of the defensive position that he usually hated most.

Nuwa's cold warning sounded in her ears again: "At 12 o'clock at position 133, there are 38 ACV-7s trying to land. At 10 o'clock at 10 o'clock, there are 30 ADV7A1 amphibious personnel carriers, one kilometer away from position 133. .The 20 Chosen Ones are flanking Position 133. Please quickly organize troops to engage the enemy... Please quickly organize troops to engage the enemy..."

"Fuck! Where is that bastard Zhu Xiaohui?" Song Lanjiang hid in the trench and cursed loudly, "Isn't he responsible for guarding the 133 position?"

No one answered him. Everyone was firing straight ahead. In front of the 131 position they were guarding, there were already ACV-7s slowly driving onto the beach that had been dented by the shells. They were originally densely packed on the edge of the beach.

Anti-tank and anti-horses were thrown everywhere, and some were even burned into molten iron by the Star Gate Chosen One's laser, turning into a pool of iron-colored liquid that reflected the sun and melted into the beach, condensing most of the beach into

On the ground.

More than twenty ACV-7s were advancing unhurriedly towards the position. The gun barrels were swinging and bursting with fire. Every time they roared, there was a deafening explosion. Behind them, there were dozens of amphibious tanks breaking through the waves.

Climbing into the shallows amid splashing water and dust.

The sound of machine gun fire and the continuous explosions made the loudest shouts feel extremely distant. The voices of other people were also very distant in Song Lanjiang's ears. Only Nuwa's ruthless voice was in his ears.

"Commander Zhu Xiaohui, the third level, has no vital signs."

"What about the seventh team guarding position 133? How many people are there?"

"The seventh team has a total of fifty people. Twenty-seven of them have lost their vital signs, nine are in critical condition, and the values ​​of five are outside the normal range..."

"CTMD." Song Lanjiang cursed angrily, not knowing who he was scolding. He gasped twice. He first looked at the combat auxiliary device, then stood up from the bunker and looked at the 133 position with a telescope.

In the waves, an amphibious combat vehicle painted in silver is riding the wind and waves, like a monster that is about to land and choose people to eat.

"Yuan Qiming, take the Thirteenth Squad to Position 133." Song Lanjiang gave the order and trotted with his deputy commander back to the bunker through the tunnel full of rocks. The bunker was lit with lights, and there was a gun in the center.

The three-dimensional map presents the situation of the entire island in front of everyone in real time. More than sixty soldiers in unmanned formations are sitting in front of the computer and waiting nervously. At first glance, they look like Internet-addicted teenagers sitting in an Internet cafe and playing games.

This is the first time that Taijilong's unmanned combat troops have entered the battlefield. Except for Xian'e, other bases do not have such high configurations as Huayang, so the secret of Taijilong's unmanned attack troops has not yet been exposed. These unmanned attack troops are

The root of Song Lanjiang's courage to implement a proactive defense plan. No one could have imagined that hundreds of micro-unmanned attack submarines and unmanned attack aircraft are hiding under the sea between the Stargate Fleet and Huayang Base. These unmanned attack submarines and unmanned attack aircraft

Because of their small size and stealth, the human attack aircraft completely evaded detection by the Stargate Fleet. When the time comes, they will be activated and launch a death attack on the Stargate Fleet.

The war is about to break out. The soldiers sitting in front of the computer are no more relaxed than the soldiers carrying guns outside. They are sweating and staring at the screen, holding the mouse in their right hand and putting their left hand on the keyboard. The most eye-catching one among them is a man wearing glasses.

Little Fatty, what makes him different from others is that his hands are crossed, with his left hand holding the mouse and his right hand resting on the keyboard. He chews betel nut and smokes a cigarette, his expression is very focused, not as nervous as others at all.

In short, the posture of this group of people is not much different from playing games. In fact, it is not much different from playing games, except that the clarity of the camera at sea is not as good as that of the game, and the various interference factors are much more complicated than the game.

Song Lanjiang watched more and more red dots in front of Position 131, and the fleet not far away was slowly approaching, ready to land soldiers at any time. As the Stargate tanks advanced, they had controlled the beachhead due south, and the vanguard was

The cover mission has been completed, allowing the engineering troops to start cleaning up.

It has to be said that the efficiency of the star gate is very high. Soon a large number of landing craft appeared on the sea like a group of turtles preparing to go ashore to lay eggs. The flash of the smoothbore cannon muzzle lit up from time to time, like an evil one eye. After a few minutes, he

From the video intertwined with artillery fire, we can see Stargate soldiers wearing exoskeletons, jumping from the landing craft into the shallow sea like mecha warriors, holding guns and splashing in the water to follow behind the amphibious landing vehicle for landing operations.

Not long after, he heard another kind of roar. Stargate's attack helicopter group was taking off continuously with air superiority. A large area of ​​​​sea south of the base seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds. He clenched his fists.

, staring at the swarm of helicopters on the screen flying across the sea like a swarm of bees, approaching the base, he took a deep breath, pressed the all-call button, and whispered while holding his breath: "Everyone is ready!"

The whole world was quiet for a moment, which was probably as long as a deep breath.

"Hit me!" Song Lanjiang roared angrily.

The next second the whole world seemed to explode.

The Chosen Ones launched a frenzied counterattack to attract the attention of the Stargate troops. The dense close-range artillery formations and laser defense positions that had been keeping their firing rates down suddenly opened up with full firepower, changing their gentle posture of passive defense.

It fired cannonballs and lasers at the stargate aircraft and the Chosen Ones in the sky, like a gust of wind and rain.

The rolling water surface was completely boiling, and countless small drones rose from the sea like mosquitoes. They formed a neat formation, forming a regular array in the empty space between the dark cloud-like helicopter group and the sea.

The eight-rotor 'Jingwei' is only the size of a laptop computer even when unfolded. The book-sized main fuselage carries three weapons, two automatic grenade launchers and a miniature air-to-ground missile or air-to-air missile. The amount of ammunition it carries is very small.

, but it cannot hold up in large numbers and can be hidden under the sea.

The command post was filled with the sounds of scrolling keyboards and reporting positions. The loudest one was the little fat man sitting in the middle with his hands crossed. He switched screens at lightning speed and kept controlling the landing craft and helicopters that the drone locked on the star gate. In

After the mission was over, he quickly clicked into the unmanned submarine formation, controlled the submarine to rise from the bottom of the sea, and swam towards the nearest stargate ship like a bloodthirsty shark.

The sudden change in rhythm caught the Third Fleet, which had just come up to fight, by surprise. With the harsh sound of breaking through the air, the air was filled with a dizzying barrage of cannons, and the entire sea area was suddenly enveloped in sparks and white smoke.

The landing craft at sea were constantly blasted by grenades. Some of the Stargate soldiers wearing exoskeletons were blown to pieces before they had time to react, turning into blood clots and staining the waves. Some were blown away and fell into the sea. They were floating in the waves.

The amphibious combat vehicle was turned into a pile of flames floating on the sea by air-to-ground missiles. The majestic helicopter group just turned into birds and beasts, but it was too late. The drones followed like tarsal beasts, one after another.

The helicopter swayed feebly, spinning and falling into the sea, or it turned into a dazzling fireball in mid-air, and its parts fell into the sea like a goddess scattering flowers, pulling white smoke.

Song Lanjiang in the command bunker stared nervously at the projection above the three-dimensional sand table. The battle had only lasted ten minutes, but it seemed to him that a lifetime had passed.

While staring stiffly, he heard cheers.

"Fuck! Gong Haolin is awesome! He actually sank an amphibious landing ship!"

The little fat man replied calmly: "That's the Richard M. McCool, which has only been in service for half a year..." Song Lanjiang looked at it intently, and sure enough, a brand-new amphibious landing ship happened at sea.

The serious tilt is like a tilted iceberg, slowly sinking deeper into the sea.

The sunlight of the NF Sea passed through the weaving gunfire for the first time, and flashed a dazzling light on the tall mast.

Song Lanjiang stared at the light and felt excited for a moment, then sank immediately. He knew that this achievement was not enough to break the Star Gate, but would only make the enemy even crazier. Next, he would face a cruel and bloody battle.

Counterattack.

Blood-stained Huayang is the ending that has already been written.

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On the nuclear-powered aircraft carrier USS George Bush, the eighth admiral Richard Mellon was being interviewed by Xinxiang Times reporter Benner Nelson.

Wearing a big-brimmed hat and a blue general's uniform, Richard Mellon has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a body like a javelin. The pale lips under his big nose reveal an extremely confident smile. He is holding coffee in one hand and holding a cup of coffee in the other.

With his hands behind his back, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked in the direction of Huayang Base in the distance.

"God General Mellon, I want to ask a question that everyone is very concerned about. Who do you think is more powerful, you or little God General Morgan."

"If you're asking about our wrestling ability, we're pretty much the same. Although he was fourth and I was eighth, it doesn't matter. It's just a symbol, like birth order." Richard Mellon drank.

Taking a sip of coffee, "If you are talking about command level, there is no doubt that I am better than Morgan. When I took the exam, my grades were higher than his in every subject. He often failed. Otherwise, I would not have stood up."

Here I command the Third Fleet and the Sixth Fleet for the final battle. As we all know, Huayang and Xian'e are the last fortresses and the hardest bones of the Tai Chi Dragon. Only I can complete such a task...

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"Then how long do you think it will be before you can capture the two bases of Huayang and Xian'e?"

"Soon. When I want to have lunch, we can sit on the beach of Huayang base and enjoy the sea breeze and sunshine. Our engineering team also brought a group of coconut trees and palm trees. In the afternoon, you can

Here you can enjoy the same sunset as Haveli, as well as fruitwood steak..." Richard Mellon raised his glass to Benner Nelson, "Of course, we don't need to do these ourselves, we have a large number of

The captives can do errands, and maybe let their cooks cook some delicious Chinese food..."

"Then General Mellon, will you take action in Huayang?"

"I'm not someone like little Morgan who likes to break the rules, not to mention these people are not worthy of my action..."
Chapter completed!