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

The roar was deafening.

The sound echoed wildly above the dark sea, as if trying to tear the frozen night apart.

A Z-20 military helicopter, painted entirely in matte black, sped past the turbulent sea like a steel raptor darting through the night.

The waves were pushed to both sides by the gale-force winds generated by the rotor, and the white spray looked desolate and violent under the moonlight.

Inside the cabin, the air pressure was so low that it was hard to breathe.

Liu Ming sat in the cramped cockpit. Instead of looking at the heavy, top-secret folder in his hand, he turned his head and gazed out the window at the deep sea in the distance.

There, two enormous red halos, representing the enemy carrier strike group, were slowly approaching in a provocative manner.

His identity has changed now.

He was no longer the director of the National Development and Reform Commission who sat in his office in the capital reviewing documents.

He's not the economic genius who engages in heated debates at the negotiating table.

He is the joint wartime commander-in-chief of the Kyushu military and civilian forces.

Although he did not wear a general's star on his shoulder, the "Emperor's Sword" token hanging at his waist granted him supreme authority to mobilize all naval and air forces in the entire Southern Theater Command.

This was a mission undertaken in a time of crisis.

It was also a desperate gamble.

……

"Commander-in-Chief, we have entered the 'Dragon's Nest' command center's defense perimeter three kilometers ahead."

The special forces pilots responsible for the flights spoke with tense and awe-inspiring voices through their helmet headsets.

"We're going straight to the underground platform; we're racing against time."

Liu Ming's voice was very steady. This steadiness was the kind of absolute calm that had been honed through countless brushes with death, and was even somewhat inhuman.

The helicopter completed an extremely tricky dive in the air.

Ahead, a seemingly ordinary, desolate island revealed its ferocious fangs at this moment.

Without warning, the rock layer in the center of the island slid apart to both sides, revealing a concealed entrance made of reinforced concrete several meters thick, strong enough to withstand the direct bombardment of several bunker buster bombs.

The helicopter landed slowly.

The moment the hatch opened.

A mixture of the smell of ozone from running electronic devices and the rusty smell unique to the eve of war wafted over.

Liu Ming picked up the black tactical briefcase and strode off the plane.

……

"salute!"

On both sides of the passage, hundreds of fully armed soldiers stood with their legs together. The rows of steel guns gleamed with a chilling, murderous light under the incandescent bulbs.

At the end of the passage, several senior generals from the Southern Theater Command were waiting. Some of them had white hair, while others had fierce eyes.

I saw Liu Ming.

These veterans, who had spent decades fighting on the battlefield, had different expressions.

Shock, doubt, confusion...

After all, appointing a civilian director who is not yet thirty years old as the commander-in-chief is unprecedented in Kyushu's history.

"Commander-in-Chief Liu."

A lieutenant general stepped forward, his voice booming so loud it echoed down the corridor.

"I'm Lei Bao, the deputy commander of the theater command. We've been ordered to fully cooperate with your work, but let me make this clear: none of us men in the Southern Theater Command are afraid to die. But if you're trying to lead us to bow down and submit to the foreigners, I'll be the first to object!"

The surrounding generals remained silent.

But those burning, even provocative, gazes said it all.

They need a convincing reason.

Liu Ming stopped in her tracks.

He slowly raised his head, his dark, abyss-like eyes meeting Lei Bao's gaze directly.

That look in his eyes was devoid of any human emotion.

That was the absolute ruthlessness of "Shura" when he returned to his rightful place.

"Deputy Commander Lei."

Liu Ming spoke, her voice not loud, but it instantly lowered the temperature of the entire passage to freezing point.

"I'm not here to hear you make a declaration of your resolve, nor to teach you how to be a soldier."

Liu Ming took a step forward, and the oppressive feeling that came from the carnage was like a collapsing Mount Tai, which suppressed Lei Bao's arrogant and fierce temper.

"I'll only ask you one question."

"Are your missiles accurate?"

"Are your backs straight?"

Lei Bao was stunned. He had never felt such terrifying killing intent from a young man before. It was not an outburst of anger, but a kind of superior suppression that came from a numbness to life.

"Accurate! Of course it's accurate!"

Lei Bao roared, "With just one order, I can swat down even their flies!"

"it is good."

Liu Ming stepped aside and walked straight past him, issuing her first order without turning her head.

"Then from now on, hand over command."

"Notify the 'Dragon Abyss' system to connect to the fire control systems of all missile sites along the coast. I want the nerves of every missile to be connected to my brain."

……

Three minutes later.

Operations Center, Main Hall.

This is the most powerful brain in the entire Kyushu coastal defense.

Thousands of LCD screens covered the four walls, with countless green and blue data streams jumping wildly on the screens.

Ghost Hand had already taken his seat at the core control position, his ten fingers leaving afterimages on the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the progress bar of the ongoing protocol handshake.

"Boss, the transfer of authority is in progress!"

Ghost Hand's voice was shrill with extreme excitement: "Forcibly taking over the 'Thunderfire-20' cruise missile cluster... Takeover successful! Obtaining authorization for the 'Dongfeng-21D' mobile position... Verification successful!"

On the screen, all the gray icons turned red in that instant.

That was the crimson color that represented "ready at any time, bullets loaded".

"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief!"

A major, a communications officer, ran up, sweating profusely. "The 'Dark Sword' information-based drone squadron is fully airborne! Thirty thousand miniature suicide reconnaissance aircraft have entered stealth patrol mode. We now... have grasped the dynamics of every inch of the waves around the enemy aircraft carrier!"

Liu Ming walked to the huge holographic projection table.

In this virtual three-dimensional battlefield.

The coastline of Kyushu has been transformed into a steel hedgehog covered in barbs.

Nearly a thousand missile launch units have been activated, the gates of dozens of submarine bases have been slowly opened, and the coastal defense laser positions are undergoing final optical calibration.

At this moment, all of these are deadly blades that Liu Ming can wield at any time.

……

"Commander, radar shows that the enemy's F-35 formation has returned."

The deputy commander of Thunderstorm stood to the side, his tone now completely devoid of its previous arrogance.

Looking at the young man sitting in the control room, his expression as indifferent as a Buddha statue, he finally understood why the top leader had sent this person.

This is not an official, this is a demon, a perfect command machine born specifically for this final, fateful showdown.

"They are waiting."

Liu Ming stared at the enemy aircraft signals on the screen that were rapidly approaching the red line.

"They're waiting for us to lose our composure first, waiting for us to use radar to illuminate them, so that they can pinpoint our firing positions."

"Then we..."

Lei Bao clenched his fists nervously.

"Shut down all radars."

Liu Ming calmly issued the order.

"What?"

All the generals present exclaimed in shock, "Turn off the radar? That means we're blind! We'll become sitting ducks!"

"With me here, there will be no blind people in Kyushu."

Liu Ming didn't turn around; he lightly tapped the control panel with his finger.

Swish!

The radar scan on the screen disappeared instantly, replaced by countless tiny data nodes, like stars in the sky, flashing green light.

"This is the passive perception matrix of the 'Dragon Abyss' chip."

Liu Ming's voice echoed in the quiet hall.

"We don't need to actively illuminate them. We need to use the electromagnetic waves they emit themselves to locate them."

"That's what it's called..."

A cruel yet wild smile curved Liu Ming's lips.

"...like catching a turtle in a jar."

……

On the sea, the enemy's carrier-based aircraft group is conducting its final and most dangerous dive probe.

"Sir, the enemy's radar signals have all disappeared!"

A pilot shouted in disbelief over the radio, "They've shut down! Are they trying to surrender?"

"No."

General Smith sneered from the mothership, "They're scared. That's called closing their eyes and waiting to die. Keep pushing! Get within five nautical miles, and I'll lock onto their shore-based hangars!"

However, what Smith didn't know was that in the very instant he thought he had succeeded...

Beyond the unseen atmosphere, beneath the unfathomable depths of the sea, and within the camouflage nets covering the belly of mountains.

Thousands upon thousands of cold, hard gun barrels, following the invisible logic of numbers, have firmly gripped their Achilles' heel.

……

Inside the command center, Liu Ming slowly put on her headset.

He straightened his back, and in the pale red light of the wartime lamps, his figure appeared both lonely and majestic.

He looked at the two red dots on the holographic map, which had already stepped halfway into the red line.

At this moment, his gaze transformed into an abyss of demonic despair.

He spoke into the microphone and issued the final command that would shake the planet violently.

"Attention all units."

"I am Liu Ming."

"Target locked."

"Wait for my signal."

"Ready...to fire."

Inside the hall, the fingers of thousands of operators were neatly aligned and hovered over the red launch button.

The murderous aura was like a vast ocean, waiting only for the thunder to strike.