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

Deathly silence—a stillness more maddening than death itself.

The USS Enterprise, which had stood majestically like a mountain in the sea breeze, seemed to have its soul ripped away by an invisible divine hand the moment that invisible space-based pulse struck.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

Inside the bridge command center, the Aegis system, which represented the pinnacle of human technology, emitted a piercing shriek, like a rusty spring snapping. Immediately afterward, the dozens of liquid crystal displays, which had been shimmering with vibrant colors and displaying the world's most precise tactical parameters, suddenly burst into a strange burst of purple sparks.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the smell of burning filled the air instantly. In less than a fraction of a second, all the screens went out simultaneously.

That ghastly green radar cursor, before disappearing, frantically sounded an alarm one last time, as if singing a final elegy for this 100,000-ton steel behemoth.

"Radar! Why is the radar black?"

General Smith screamed, his hand, which had been gripping the command platform, suddenly went limp.

Due to the instantaneous overload of the electromagnetic pulse, all the electronic control panels lost force feedback. He staggered and, due to inertia, slammed hard into the cracked tempered glass in front of him, blood instantly seeping from his forehead.

"Sir! Terminal One has burned out!"

"Circuit board number two has blown! Backup system... Backup system cannot start!"

"Fuck! The automatic fire suppression system has failed! There are short circuits everywhere!"

Screams, curses, and the sound of running.

The once orderly command center, which was said to be able to direct a war that could destroy a nation, has now been completely reduced to a terrifying marketplace.

……

At this moment, the scene on the sea was even more despairing.

Those two carrier strike groups, which were originally so powerful that they could dominate any sea area in the world, are now stuck in the waves in an extremely strange manner.

It lost electronic assistance, satellite navigation, and even the most basic balance servo control.

These two steel fortresses, worth billions of dollars, now resemble two huge, lifeless pieces of raw iron, drifting with the current.

The worst casualties were among the carrier-based aircraft that had already launched or were preparing to launch.

"Falcon One calling! I've lost all my instruments! My fly-by-wire system is down!"

"I can't control my direction! Help! I'm going to fall!"

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, several F-35C fighter jets that were originally showing off their power became birds with broken wings in that instant.

Because these fifth-generation fighter jets rely heavily on electronic systems for flight corrections, they are less effective than kites if their circuitry fails.

The two fighter jets, which were diving at low altitude, suddenly lurched downwards the instant the pulse swept across them. Amid the desperate screams of their pilots, they plunged headlong into the turbulent East China Sea like two heavy weights, disappearing into the abyss without even creating a decent wave.

The planes parked on the deck, whose noses had been held high, now drooped limply. Their landing gears were electronically locked, unable to move an inch.

These two invincible fleets, in this instant, officially transformed into...super iron coffins floating on the sea.

……

"Dragon's Lair" Command Post.

On the holographic screen, the dense array of brightly lit icons that originally represented the enemy fleet had all turned into a lifeless gray.

In Kyushu's command system, this shade of gray represents "loss of power" and "target paralysis".

The deputy commander of the Thunderstorm stared at the big screen, his throat twitching violently—a physiological swallowing reaction to the overwhelming shock.

He glanced at Liu Ming, his eyes no longer filled with doubt, but instead with an almost fanatical worship.

This is a space-based weapon, just the tip of the iceberg of the "South Heavenly Gate" project, which Liu Ming had been secretly pushing forward for several years.

No missiles or torpedoes are needed; a single pulse from outer space is enough to instantly regress the so-called world's number one military power to the Stone Age.

"Completely blind."

Ghost Hand's voice was very soft, as soft as a dream.

His fingers were still sliding across the keyboard, but his tone had become incredibly calm.

"Boss, within a radius of 100 nautical miles, all of the enemy's semiconductor components have been physically damaged. Their Aegis system is now just a pile of scrap metal. Their nuclear reactors have been forced to physically shut down due to the burnout of their electronic control systems."

"Right now, they can't move anything except their eyeballs."

Liu Ming picked up the teacup, and the tea, which had long since gone cold, went down his throat, but it couldn't suppress the fervor that had been building up in his chest for ten years.

He slowly stood up and straightened his jet-black combat uniform.

"Old Lei."

Liu Ming turned her head, her gaze piercing Lei Bao. "This is just a warning."

"But the dignity of Kyushu cannot be maintained by warnings alone."

"Order."

Liu Ming's voice suddenly rose, carrying an air of supreme authority.

"The nuclear submarines 'Azure Dragon' and 'Vermilion Bird' are surfacing."

"Fire control lock activated for all anti-ship missile positions."

"I want Smith to see through the telescope that the exhaust plume of every missile is a farewell to him."

"Yes!!!" Lei Bao straightened his chest abruptly, and this answer used all his strength.

……

On the sea, it was dark, pitch black.

With the complete failure of the main power and emergency power supplies, the entire USS Enterprise aircraft carrier has fallen into a primitive abyss.

General Smith staggered to the porthole, panting heavily, his body drenched in sweat and cold sweat.

He tried to find a flashlight, but discovered that even the simplest electronic switch couldn't be turned on.

"Sir...Sir, look outside!" A voice, choked with sobs, rang out from the darkness.

Smith looked up at the distant horizon.

There, in the once empty, deep blue sea, suddenly, one after another, extremely tiny yet perfectly regular green dots of light rose silently.

Those are the surfacing breathing lights of the Kyushu submarine.

Then, on a distant coastline.

One, ten, hundreds.

Red dots of light connected in the night sky, indicating that the shore-based anti-ship missile system was conducting its final infrared calibration.

Although Smith could not see any radar signals due to the electromagnetic pulse.

But his eyes, tainted by alcohol and power for half his life, could clearly sense that death had already opened its arms and was standing at the head of his bed, coldly looking down at him.

Are we going to die?

A young communications soldier huddled in a corner, his voice trembling in the darkness.

"Shut up!"

Smith wanted to roar, but found his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't even hear himself.

Fear, like an invisible, viscous liquid, seeped into every cabin through the ventilation vents.

The soldiers trapped deep inside the compartments were frantically pounding on the iron doors because the hydraulic doors were locked. The clanging sounds echoed in the dark corridor, like the knocking of hell.

With the ventilation system shut down, the air became thin and murky, filled with the stench of sweat, urine, and the acrid smell of burnt electronic components, creating a suffocating atmosphere that made one want to commit suicide.

"General... have they opened fire?"

The chief of staff approached Smith and could feel Smith's rapidly beating heart.

Smith did not answer.

He simply stared ahead in despair.

In that open sea that originally belonged to the high seas, a 10,000-ton Kyushu destroyer, completely black with sharp edges, as if it had emerged from the abyss, appeared silently in front of their shipping lanes like a ghost island.

The huge, black cannon muzzle was pointed directly at his forehead.

"Sir, the radar is still off! Help us! I don't want to die in this pile of scrap metal!"

In the darkness, a desperate scream finally erupted.

Smith closed his eyes. He knew this was no longer a friction; this was Kyushu, that dragon, showing the world its invincible scales.

"They...don't need to fire."

Smith's voice was filled with a deathly despair: "We're already sitting ducks."