Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

The wind is howling.

On the shores of the East China Sea, the command center, "Dragon's Lair," surrounded by mountains and dense forests, is currently emitting a series of low-frequency rumbling sounds that make one's teeth ache.

Liu Ming sat in the helicopter cabin, the rotors beneath him spinning wildly, shattering the thick, inky night.

He looked out the window at the coastline stretching for hundreds of kilometers, his eyes devoid of any emotion, only a deathly stillness that seemed to say, "Even if a great building is about to collapse, I remain steadfast and unmoved."

On his knees lay the newly signed letter of appointment: Kyushu, Council, Standing Committee Member—truly second only to the emperor, above all others. At thirty-one, he had broken all the rules of this ancient city that had lasted for nearly a century.

He was no longer a subordinate who needed to ask for instructions; he was the... arbitrator.

"Director... no, Elder Liu."

The accompanying chief of staff looked at Liu Ming's excessively youthful profile and felt as if a stone was stuck in his throat, even changing his way of addressing her.

In the officialdom of this land, those who are capable come first. Once you sit in that position, even if you are only eighteen years old, you must be respectfully addressed as "old man".

"How much longer until we arrive?" Liu Ming asked coldly.

"In three minutes, all the commanders of the East China Sea Fleet, missile units, and submarine squadrons will be online and waiting. Command authority has been transferred. Now, you can decide what to do with this sea area."

Liu Ming nodded, casually closed the golden folder, and tossed it aside. Power. In his eyes, it was never a feather to flaunt, but a knife to kill.

……

"Thump, thump, thump."

The sound of leather shoes tapping on the marble floor was crisp and heavy.

Liu Ming strode into the "Dragon's Lair" hall.

Here, thousands of electronic screens flicker like stars, hundreds of data analysts are frantically typing on their keyboards, the air is filled with the crackling of high-frequency currents, and that suffocating dryness unique to the imminent threat of war.

"Attention!!!" A loud shout rang out in the hall.

Dozens of high-ranking generals, their stars on their shoulders, turned around in unison and gave the young man, who was wearing a black jacket and hadn't even had time to change into his uniform, a perfectly standard military salute.

Although some of them were two cycles older than Liu Ming, and some had killed countless enemies on the border, they all lowered their proud heads before that dark gold badge symbolizing the will of the higher-ups.

Liu Ming did not return the greeting. He walked straight through the crowd and plopped down in the black leather chair that represented "Commander".

He casually picked up a cup of strong tea that was still warm from the side, took a sip, and his gaze instantly locked onto the giant hologram in the center that displayed the enemy aircraft carrier's movements.

"What's the situation now?"

Liu Ming's voice was flat, so flat that it sent a chill down one's spine.

"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief!"

A general stepped forward and pointed to two huge points of light at the edge of the red line.

"The enemy's Enterprise and Constellation carrier strike groups have crossed the median line and are only 180 nautical miles from our coastline. Their carrier-based aircraft have activated jamming mode, attempting to forcibly cut through our near-shore defense network."

"Is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs still negotiating?" Liu Ming asked.

"Talk my ass!"

Xing Lie, dressed in special operations uniform, walked in through the side door with red eyes. "Those foreign devils said that unless we hand over the core algorithm of 'Longyuan' and remove the defenses of the High-tech Zone, they will... 'accidentally' bomb our base station."

"An accidental explosion?"

Liu Ming smiled, a wild and cruel smile that only a demon would show before killing someone.

"Since they like playing with accidents, let's prepare a huge accident for them, one that they'll never wake up in their lifetime..."

He turned around abruptly, his fingers clicking frantically on the control panel.

"Order!"

Liu Ming's low shout was instantly transmitted via encrypted satellite to every hidden corner of the Nine Provinces.

"Position One, erect it!"

……

It was a top-secret base located deep in the mountains of Kyushu. A huge concrete slab disguised as a mountain slowly slid open to the sides, revealing the bottomless launch silos inside.

One after another, jet-black steel behemoths, each bearing a striking red "DF" serial number, slowly and steadily raised their heads amidst the roar of their hydraulic systems.

That's... "delivery," a grim reaper that can plunge directly into the aircraft carrier's smokestack from three thousand kilometers away.

This time, however, these missiles are no longer equipped with outdated navigation chips, but with the "Longyuan" military-grade core, which Liu Ming personally developed during his three-month seclusion. It can filter out 99 percent of the world's electronic interference.

It can bite the moving steel monster like an eagle snatching a chick, until it is completely torn to shreds.

"Report! All 32 'Dongfeng' missiles are in hot standby mode! Inertial navigation has locked coordinates! Ready to launch at any time!"

Liu Ming didn't speak, but just stared coldly at the radar chart.

"What about the submarine force?"

"Report to Commander-in-Chief! The entire Chinese deep-sea submersible fleet has descended!"

On the large screen, the scene shifts, showing dozens of ghostly black submarines engaged in an extremely frantic "death encirclement" beneath the turbulent East China Sea.

They shut down all active radars and used the noise of the ocean currents as cover, like a group of patient hunters, quietly lying in ambush directly beneath the enemy carrier group.

With just a word from Liu Ming, those heavy torpedoes, powerful enough to overturn the sea, would burst forth from the depths of the ocean, utterly shattering that so-called myth of invincibility and sending it crashing into the deep trench.

……

"Call the other party."

Liu Ming leaned back in her chair, her voice cool and aloof.

The communications station operated quickly, and a few seconds later, the large screen flashed a few times, revealing a blond, blue-eyed man with an arrogant expression. That was Smith, the supreme commander of the opposing formation.

"Oh? The Dragon Kingdom actually sent such a young kid to talk to me?" Smith sat in the luxurious command center, even swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked at Liu Ming on the screen and let out a contemptuous laugh.

"Kid, go home and drink your milk. Let your Chu Tiankuo come out and talk, or just tell me your server password. My plane isn't very obedient; it might crash into your city at any time."

Liu Ming looked at the smug man on the screen; his expression was as calm as a stone statue.

"Mr. Smith."

Liu Ming spoke, not in English, but in extremely standard and solemn Mandarin.

"On behalf of the Kyushu Diet Secretariat, I am here to deliver your final instruction."

Smith continued to sneer: "What instructions? A letter of sue for peace?"

"No."

Liu Ming slowly raised his right hand, his fingers pressing on the edge of the red button that represented "fire across the entire area".

At that moment, the entire "Dragon's Lair" command post was deathly silent. All the generals held their breath, their hearts pounding so hard they felt like they were about to break their ribs.

They knew that this one finger strike would be a major earthquake in the history of human civilization.

"This is your death certificate."

Liu Ming looked into Smith's eyes and said, word by word:

"I'll also pass on a message to you."

"For those foreigners who haven't woken up yet."

"From this second onwards."

"The sea of ​​Kyushu, the islands of Kyushu, the sky of Kyushu."

"You can't take even a single grain of sand with you."

Liu Ming glanced at the countdown on the wall, and the last trace of emotion in her eyes was replaced by extreme violence.

"Now, start the timer."

"You have ten seconds left."

"ten."

"Nine."

Liu Ming's fingers hovered steadily above the button, and on his face was a crazy smile that would make the whole world tremble.

"Smith."

"Welcome to..."

"...The Kyushu Moment."

"eight."

On the other side of the screen, Smith's smile finally froze completely, bit by bit, in the face of that overwhelming murderous aura.

He saw countless red dots, representing death, simultaneously lighting up from the mountains of Kyushu and from the dark seabed on his radar display.

That was... the signal for a decisive victory.

"seven."

Liu Ming's voice fell like the vermilion pen of a judge.

The entire venue was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

If we're going to fight this battle, we'll fight it out completely!