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

Deep in the mountains.

This is a primeval forest in the heart of Kyushu, shrouded in mist year-round and rarely visited by humans. On the map, it is a blank area marked as "no man's land". However, beneath this desolate mountain range, deep within the earth's crust, a series of muffled and powerful tremors are emanating.

"Click—click—"

Without warning, the thick layers of mountain rock slowly slid apart to both sides. It wasn't an earthquake, but the roar of thousands of tons of reinforced concrete camouflage panels driven by a hydraulic system.

Followed by.

Inside those vertical launch silos, as deep and dark as the entrance to hell.

One. Ten. Thirty.

The enormous, jet-black object, coated with wave-absorbing material, rises slowly, inch by inch, from the ground, just like an ancient totem awakening.

That is the backbone of Kyushu, the Dongfeng-21D known as the "carrier killer" and the even more destructive Dongfeng-26.

These missiles do not have any dazzling paint on their warheads; they only have the Kyushu national emblem and a string of cold, impersonal numbers. But beneath this simple exterior lies a ferocious power capable of instantly tearing apart the armor of a 100,000-ton nuclear-powered aircraft carrier.

……

"Instruction confirmed."

"Gyroscope calibration complete."

"The 'Xingxuan' satellite navigation system has been connected. Signal strength: full."

Inside the launch center, hundreds of soldiers in camouflage uniforms stood ready, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear, a kind of martyr-like fervor and composure.

"Old buddy, you've had a good enough sleep."

A white-haired launch battalion commander gently stroked the control panel.

"Today, we're delivering packages to the foreign lords. We're not charging postage; we'll just take your lives."

……

Meanwhile, in the deep sea, hundreds of nautical miles from the mainland.

This is an eternal darkness from which sunlight can never reach, where the water pressure is so great that it can instantly crush an adult into a thin sheet.

However, in this desolate abyss, an enormous steel behemoth floats silently like a ghost.

This is the linchpin of the Kyushu Navy—the Type 096 strategic nuclear submarine, the "Seiryu".

Inside the cabin, the lights shone a dark red, a color that indicated a combat-ready state, and the air was filled with a viscous odor that was a mixture of mechanical lubricating oil, the heat from electronic components, and human sweat.

"Sir, we have reached the designated diving depth: 450 meters."

The sonic soldier was wearing headphones, and his palms were sweaty, a physiological reaction caused by extreme excitement.

"The enemy's Enterprise carrier strike group is diagonally above us, about 120 nautical miles away in a straight line."

"Those bastards, the propeller is as loud as a tractor back home."

The submarine commander was a middle-aged man with a gloomy look in his eyes. He stared at the huge signal source on the screen, which represented the enemy aircraft carrier, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"All radars are on. No more silence. The boss said we're going to be the brightest beacons tonight."

"yes!"

"Sizzle—"

With a command from the commander.

The launch ports on the submarine's back slowly opened.

The phased array radar, which was originally silent, suddenly released a high-power detection pulse without reservation!

This is not a test. This is death's guidance.

Beneath the unfathomable depths of the sea, this radar wave, like a pair of eyes piercing through the void, relentlessly and without restraint locked onto the two seemingly invincible steel fortresses on the surface of the sea.

……

"Commander-in-chief, all the 'deliveries' are already on their way."

Ningzhou, the command center of "Dragon's Lair".

Ghost Hand's face was somewhat pale from the continuous high-intensity operation, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"A total of 48 Dongfeng-21D and Dongfeng-26 missiles have completed three-dimensional ballistic trajectory pre-setting."

"The 'Seiryu' and 'Suzaku' nuclear submarine formations have entered their launch positions, and all torpedo tubes and cruise missile bays are open."

"The space-based 'Rod of God' satellite system has passed overhead and is expected to reach its optimal release orbit in five minutes."

Ghost Hand turned his head and looked at Liu Ming, who was standing in the center of the control panel.

"Boss, if you just nod your head, we could boil not only those two aircraft carriers, but the entire Western Pacific!"

Liu Ming stood there, his posture as upright as a javelin piercing the sky.

The jet-black special operations uniform, under the red combat lights that filled the room, reflected a cold and sinister quality.

He was still holding the enamel mug with half the paint chipped off. The tea had gone cold.

Liu Ming looked at the two enemy aircraft carriers on the holographic screen, which were completely trapped in a desperate situation but were still making a last-ditch effort.

That was General Smith's last trump card. And also the last fig leaf for Western hegemony.

"Report! Enemy F-35 formation is only five nautical miles from the red line!"

A communications officer yelled at the top of his lungs.

"The opposing commander, Smith, has made a public address call! He said... he demands that we immediately restore their radar systems! Otherwise, he will consider it an 'illegal electronic warfare attack,' and he reserves the right to 'retaliate freely!'"

"Freedom to retaliate?"

Liu Ming laughed, a sneer that was the wildest and most disdainful laugh of a demon before a massacre.

He slowly put down the teacup and leisurely straightened his cuffs.

"Old Lei, do you think I was being too gentle?"

Liu Ming turned to look at Lei Bao, the deputy commander of the war zone, who was standing next to her.

Lei Bao was now at the height of his excitement. He slapped his thigh and roared in a booming voice:

"Commander Liu! Stop talking nonsense! I've never had this many bullets in my entire life! Just say the word, and I'll press that button myself!"

Liu Ming nodded slightly and walked to the control panel.

There, there is a bright red circular button covered by a bulletproof glass cover.

That was the highest fire control switch in the entire southern border defense system of Kyushu.

Once pressed, the humiliation that has accumulated over a century among the people of Kyushu, the anger from being blocked, sanctioned, and humiliated, will all be transformed into a fire of revenge powerful enough to burn everything.

Liu Ming's fingers gently touched that cold, yet heavy button, as if it represented an entire era.

The entire command center fell into a deathly silence.

Thousands of officers and soldiers, dozens of generals, and even the Grand Secretaries far away within the red walls of the capital.

Everyone held their breath at that moment.

Liu Ming raised his head, his gaze piercing through the layers of screens, as if looking directly at the turbulent East China Sea.

A deathly smile curved his lips.

"Smith, don't you want freedom?"

Liu Ming's voice was soft, yet it penetrated precisely through the enemy mothership's noisy electronic hum through the highest level of encryption, resounding in Smith's ears.

"Then I'll send you to hell."

"Enjoy eternal freedom."

……

"drop--!"

Liu Ming's fingers, steady and without the slightest tremor, pressed the red button.

The earth shook violently, and the sea boiled.

This single press will destroy the world.

"Attention all units."

Looking at the shooting stars on the screen that instantly transformed into deadly flames, Liu Ming calmly uttered four words:

"Received the goods, happy."