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Chapter 2500 The Unannounced Modern Shockwave (Third Update, Please Subscribe)

On this day, more than 200 targets from Syria to Lebanon were struck by Tomahawk cruise missiles, from communication centers to radar stations, airports and other hubs. Faced with such an attack, Syria did not sit idly by, but launched a counterattack at the first opportunity - using Scud missiles.

An hour after the attack on Damascus, the Syrian side launched a counterattack using Scud missiles against Beirut International Airport, the largest coalition assembly point.

Almost simultaneously with the launch of the Scud missile, the "Xingtian Shield" phased array radar of the cruiser Tranquil Sea detected the target, and the relevant information was immediately transmitted to the coalition forward base at Beirut International Airport through the military's data link system.

Immediately afterwards, piercing air raid sirens blared in Beirut.

When faced with air raid sirens, journalists from various countries did not take refuge in air raid shelters like ordinary people; instead, they went to the rooftops and set up television cameras.

"Today, we will witness another missile war!"

The reporters spoke excitedly into the television cameras—the missile war they were referring to was an interception.

Tianjian-3 missile intercepts Scud missile!

This was one of the most iconic scenes from the last Middle East war.

And now, it will once again appear before the world.

At this moment, the night sky over Beirut resembled a piece of velvet soaked in ink, with dark red spots of light from the artillery fire on the western edge of the city—there, the coalition forces had launched an attack on the area controlled by the PLO, and the coalition's heavy artillery was bombarding the PLO's defenses. No one doubted that the coalition would win; the defeat of the PLO was only a matter of time, and they were nothing more than a group of militants.

Compared to the offensive against PLO, people are more concerned about the war between the coalition forces and Syria, which is the biggest highlight of this war.

Just like now, if a Scud missile is intercepted, then the Tianjian-3 air defense missile will definitely intercept it—missile intercepting missile!
That's enough to grab the audience's attention, isn't it?

The piercing alarm echoed through the air as Italian journalist Marinho pointed his camera at the sky, a black sky filled only with countless stars.

"They're here!" someone whispered in English. Suddenly, a straight silver line lit up the night sky in the northwest, and the Scud missile's tail flame streaked across the clouds like a shooting star, leaving a sharp whooshing sound.

"What a lightning speed!"

In an instant, several faster streaks of light shot out from the defensive positions in the southeast of the city, their orange-red trajectories drawing precise parabolas in the darkness—those were Tianjian-3 anti-aircraft missiles.

It is the world's most advanced air defense missile.

People were tense as missiles rained down from the sky and anti-aircraft missiles soared into the heavens.

"Can they stop them?"

David's voice was strained, but his eyes were glued to his telephoto lens, the lens cap already soaked with sweat. Time seemed to stretch out in that moment.

Everyone looked up at the night sky, just like him, gazing at the trails in the air.

The trailing contrail of the Scud missile and the fiery trail of the Tianjian-3 anti-aircraft missile rapidly approached each other in the center of the sky. French journalist Hélène watched this scene with her own eyes wide open. She could even clearly hear her own heartbeat mixed with the suppressed breathing of her colleagues.

As the distance between them continued to shrink, the two beams of fire finally collided at their highest point—instead of the expected lingering roar, a blinding white light exploded first, like someone had lit a small sun in the night sky!

As the white light faded, a ball of dark gray smoke dispersed in the sky, with fragments falling with tiny sparks, like a fleeting rain of fire.

Marco suddenly released the breath he had been holding, and exclaimed in surprise:
"My God, this is a missile war!"

He then quickly adjusted the camera to capture the trajectory of another Tianjian-3 missile taking off below the smoke cloud. Like a pursuer of light, it rushed towards another Scud missile that had just emerged, and a second burst of fire immediately bloomed in the night sky.

"Oh, God……"

Elena murmured to herself as the television cameras captured the two interceptions, demonstrating once again the superior performance of the Tianjian-3 joint air defense missile to the world.

"This, is this true..."

Standing on the rooftop, Yang Song didn't even know how to describe his feelings at that moment. He had never imagined that missiles could intercept missiles, and he didn't even believe it when his foreign counterparts said so.

But now he believed it. As for Wang Jianguo, he was stunned. He didn't know if he had taken a picture of the missile interception. He just kept pressing the shutter, but who knew if he had taken a picture?
Everything happened in an instant.

"My God, the missile was intercepted just like that!"

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Wang Jianguo's tone was uncertain.

Meanwhile, the tail flame of a third Scud missile once again pierced the night sky, and two Sky Arrow missiles soared into the air to meet it.

"Why don't we have any cameras?"

Looking at the spectacular scene in the sky, Wang Jianguo's tone was full of frustration. They had finally made it to Lebanon and witnessed such a wonderful sight, but they could only take some photos because they didn't have a camera.

At the moment of missile collision, flashes of fire appear in the air. Even if you press the shutter, you can only freeze that moment. How can you show the whole picture?
"Is this...this is their war?"

Yang Song, who had once served in the Air Force, didn't even know how to describe his feelings. What did he think war was?
It's basically artillery bombardment, infantry charge, infantry charge through, and at most tanks charge.

This was the kind of war he knew, but after arriving in Beirut, the war he witnessed was quite different. He saw drones landing at the international airport and footage of drones attacking terrorist training camps.

What had shattered his imagination of war was that people on the ground were walking around normally when bombs fell from the sky and took everyone's lives.

Although he had some understanding of air-to-ground bombing due to his air force background, he never imagined that war could evolve into something like this, where people could attack others and decide the life and death of groups of people simply by sitting in front of a screen hundreds of miles away and using a joystick and keyboard. This kind of war was something Yang Song had never known or imagined before; after all, the wars he had imagined were all about the vast ocean.

What I was seeing was already shocking enough.

He even felt that even if he wrote down everything he had seen and told it to the organization, his comrades would not believe what he wrote.

Because this was completely beyond their imagination.

People can never imagine things they've never seen before.

Like now.

Right now,

As the sun-like sparks exploded in the sky once again, illuminating the night sky with the fire from the missile impact and then transforming into countless shooting stars, the rooftop was filled with gasps of amazement.

Reporters from all over the world were unable to describe their feelings at that moment. Only those who witnessed it firsthand could feel the shock, and only those who had experienced the missile crisis could understand the significance of this scene.

As for Yang Song, in his youth, he longed for the Third World War to happen, and then he and his friends would throw themselves into that great war without hesitation, just like in the poems.

This is why his understanding of war, or rather his knowledge of war, far surpasses that of others.

What he saw was not just the shock of missiles intercepting each other.

He seemed to understand something—the war had undergone a dramatic change.

Even ballistic missiles can be intercepted. This is a war with such a high level of technology.

Was it the kind of war he knew?

Faced with such methods of warfare, could others possibly withstand it?
Once again, Yang Song recalled the footage released to them at the press conference of the coalition headquarters a few days earlier—the footage of drone attacks on terrorist training camps.

At that moment, the somewhat blurry image became more vivid in his mind, seemingly transforming into a camp where soldiers were training as usual.

Some people were training on the training field, while others were chatting on the edge of the field.

But none of them knew that death had suddenly descended. Hundreds, even thousands, or tens of thousands of kilometers away, a drone pilot sitting in an air-conditioned control center struck the camp directly with a missile.

Meanwhile, Tomahawk cruise missiles launched from the sea destroyed the command post covered with maps after flying for more than an hour.

They didn't know what had happened until the headquarters was destroyed.
In that instant, even the steel torrent that he had once longed for collapsed suddenly.

It turned into countless fragments, countless wisps of smoke.

"This……"

Wang Jianguo, standing next to him, was in the same state of extreme shock.

"Is this true?"

Even after witnessing it firsthand, Wang Jianguo's tone remained one of disbelief.

Compared to Yang Song, he was a few years younger, which made it even harder for him to hide his feelings at that moment.

"Director Yang, they really can intercept missiles!"

Yang Song did not speak.

"It could have been stopped years ago."

Wang Jianguo was still muttering to himself, as if he were frightened.

"How can a war be fought like this?"

Wang Jianguo shook his head vigorously, as if he were denying something.

"This is unfair, it's bullying..."

This is definitely bullying; it's the kind of one-sided bullying where the other person has absolutely no chance to fight back.

For these two journalists who have just ventured abroad, the shock they are experiencing at this moment is perhaps the most profound shock of their lives.

A modern world unfolded before them without warning, but this modernization did not present them with life. Not the kind of wonderful and happy life that they perceived it to be.

But destruction!

This is how modern technology, and its most brutal aspect, demonstrates its power to them...

(End of this chapter)