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

With Liu Ming's decisive press of her fingertips.

At that moment, the entire hall of the Dragon Kingdom Coastal Defense Command Center fell into an eerie silence, a silence so profound it could stop one's heart.

As everyone expected, those "Dongfeng Express" missiles, buried deep in the mountains or lurking in the deep sea, should now be spewing angry flames, tearing apart the earth's crust, and soaring into the heavens with a world-destroying roar.

That was Kyushu's trump card, the world-renowned "aircraft carrier killer".

however.

No.

The dozens of green indicator lights on the large screen, representing the land-based missile silos, remained quietly lit. There was no ignition signal, no parameter correction, and not even the preheating hum could be heard deep in the mountains.

"What... what's going on?"

Lei Bao, the deputy commander of the war zone, stared wide-eyed at the motionless monitoring screen. Due to excessive tension, the cold sweat on his palms almost soaked through the corners of his clothes.

"Commander Liu! Is there a system malfunction? Why isn't it igniting?"

Lei Bao turned his head sharply, his voice filled with urgent impatience, "The enemy's carrier-based aircraft have already reached the edge of the red line! If we don't attack now, we'll soon lose even the chance to intercept them!"

Liu Ming remained in the position of pressing the button.

Under the dim red lights of the war preparedness, his body stood tall and straight, like a stone-carved war god who had walked out of ancient times.

He didn't look at the thunderstorm, nor at the astonished generals.

His gaze pierced through the thick concrete dome, through the densely clouded atmosphere, and reached the silent, star-studded near-Earth orbit.

"Deputy Commander Lei, who told you that you have to use Dongfeng missiles to attack aircraft carriers?"

Liu Ming's voice was very soft, as soft as a falling leaf, yet it carried an arrogance that made all the bigwigs in the room tremble in their souls.

He slowly raised his head, a smile playing on his lips—a smile none of the onlookers had ever seen before, a smile that resembled a god looking down upon ants.

"Since they think our radar is out of order and our missiles are just for show."

"Then I'll show them what I'm made of."

"What do you mean by... punishment from the gods?"

……

Meanwhile, outside the atmosphere, in geosynchronous orbit 36,000 kilometers away.

A massive, entirely black satellite, almost completely blending into the cosmic background, is operating silently.

That was the core node of the Dragon Kingdom's most top-secret project—the "South Heavenly Gate" plan, codenamed "Firefly".

This is not just a communications satellite; it is a space-based scythe of death, suspended above the head of human civilization.

With Liu Ming's final command from the ground, this space behemoth, which had been dormant for several years, slowly opened its eyes, eyes capable of destroying civilization.

Its internal quantum entanglement-driven array was instantly overloaded. Hundreds of millions of tiny capacitors discharged simultaneously.

There was no fire, no smoke, not even the slightest sound.

A high-frequency electromagnetic pulse wave, more than 200 meters in diameter and completely invisible to the naked eye, plunged down at the speed of light in that instant!

It was like a transparent, giant axe that cleaved the sky, traversing layers of void and ignoring the obstruction of clouds, and cleaved down on the two invincible steel fortresses on the sea!

……

The bridge of the USS Enterprise aircraft carrier on the sea.

"Sir! The enemy still hasn't opened fire! Our electronic reconnaissance aircraft haven't detected any ignition source!"

The communications officer's voice was filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster; he practically danced and shouted at Smith.

General Smith's face, which had been contorted with tension, finally relaxed completely at this moment. He let out a wild laugh that could have blown the roof off the cabin, slammed his hand on the railing, and his already somewhat overweight body trembled violently from excessive excitement.

"Hahahaha! I knew it! I knew Liu Ming was just bluffing!"

Smith pulled a brand new cigar out of his pocket, one he had reserved for moments of victory.

"He wouldn't dare! He absolutely wouldn't dare! This is the symbol of America! This is a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier! Unless he wants to drag the entire planet down with him, he'll never have the guts to press... the button..."

Smith's words came to an abrupt end as he uttered the last word.

It felt as if someone had abruptly choked me in that very second.

The cigar he hadn't lit yet fell with a "thud" onto his shiny leather shoes.

Originally, in that noisy command room filled with various electronic prompts and machine roars.

Suddenly, it became quiet—an extremely unnatural, chilling, deathly silence.

Then, Smith saw the most incomprehensible and despairing sight of his life.

……

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

Before him stood a liquid radar screen, representing the pinnacle of global technology, which had been flashing various tactical parameters.

In that instant, as if some terrifying monster had drained its blood, the light, starting from the center, rapidly dimmed, and then... turned completely black.

Not just radar screens, but also communicators, fire control terminals, backup generator sets, and even the tactical headsets worn by soldiers…

At this moment, anything containing integrated circuits, anything that requires electrical power to operate, is considered a potential threat.

Everything, in that instant. Utterly "dead".

Smith looked up in horror at the ceiling, where the fluorescent lights, which had been as bright as day, were now emitting a piercing hissing sound, like a viper flicking its tongue.

In that brief 0.1 second, the light tube first burst into a bleak, heartbreaking purplish-red.

Then, with a "bang!", all the light bulbs exploded in unison!

Countless tiny shards of glass resembled glistening tears dancing in the darkness.

Darkness, boundless darkness, instantly swallowed this steel behemoth worth billions of dollars.

"What's going on? What's going on? Where's the emergency power supply?"

No one answered him because all the communication systems were down.

He felt the ground beneath his feet vibrating subtly yet solidly, a vibration that had been generated by the engine's operation.

At that moment, it vanished completely.

This means that the engine room, the heart of this 100,000-ton nuclear-powered aircraft carrier representing the pinnacle of human mechanical civilization, was completely destroyed by that invisible pulse impact.

It turned into a pile of meaningless, cold scrap metal.

……

At this moment, inside the "Dragon's Lair" command post.

Liu Ming remained seated in the control room, staring at the giant gray shadow area on the screen, simulated by the ghost hand, covering a radius of fifty nautical miles.

In that shadow, all electronic signals were completely cleared.

"Boss...it's done."

Ghost Hand's voice trembled as he stared at the miraculous battlefield data, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Space-based pulse...precision strike."

"The East China Sea as it is now."

Ghost Hand turned his head and looked at the dumbfounded old generals.

"Only we in Kyushu can still see the light."

Liu Ming slowly and deliberately took out a match from his pocket.

With a "snap," the flame flickered in front of his cold, handsome face.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

Smoke slowly rose from the crimson command center.

"Old Lei."

Liu Ming looked at the petrified Deputy Commander Lei Bao and spoke in a calm tone, as if he were giving instructions about the dinner menu.

"Don't just stand there."

"Order those submarines that are still watching to go up."

"Since their door wasn't locked."

Looking at the red dot on the holographic screen that had completely lost its power, Liu Ming's lips curled into an extremely cruel smile.

"we."

"We should at least send some... local specialties, right?"

Lei Bao finally came to his senses. He looked at Liu Ming, at this young man who had turned the world's number one fleet into a pile of floating coffins in a way they had never imagined.

Finally, a kind of extreme fanaticism, almost as if he were facing a god, surfaced in his eyes.

"yes!!!"

Lei Bao gave a sharp salute, the loudest military salute he had ever given in his life.

"Command all units!"

"Close the net!"