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

As dawn broke, the thick fog that shrouded the sea was torn apart by a sudden gust of wind, carrying the smell of steel and machine oil.

Smith slumped in the deathly silent command center of the Enterprise, still clutching the old-fashioned microphone that was emitting a buzzing dial tone. There was no response; ever since he uttered that humiliating plea for mercy, the other party had vanished, not sparing him even a single syllable.

The silence of waiting for the verdict is more agonizing than a death sentence.

"Sir..."

The adjutant leaned against the porthole, his voice sharp and distorted with shock and fear. He pointed at the dissipating fog outside the window, his fingers trembling violently.

"They...they've arrived."

Smith suddenly looked up and stumbled to the window.

When he finally saw the view appearing on the distant horizon, his breath stopped completely.

It's not a few patrol boats, nor is it the kind of frigate that can only swagger around in coastal waters.

Those are... two steel mountains moving on the sea!

"Boom—!"

The deafening roar of the engines, like the roar of an ancient beast, emanated from the depths of those two "mountains," causing the entire sea surface to tremble slightly.

Bathed in the light of the rising sun, two new-generation nuclear-powered aircraft carriers, painted in ocean camouflage and with an astonishing displacement of 100,000 tons, stand out.

With an unparalleled, domineering aura, it rode the wind and waves, cleaving through the deep sea, and slowly, yet with utmost determination, sailed into Smith's sight!

On either side of these two behemoths were three full-strength aircraft carrier escort squadrons!

The twelve Type 055 10,000-ton destroyers, with their iconic four-sided phased array radars, are like cold, single eyes, staring intently at the prey trapped in the center; the twenty Type 052D guided-missile destroyers; and the ten Type 054A guided-missile frigates.

And the countless fast attack ships that roamed around like a pack of wolves.

They did not activate any electronic interference, nor did they take any cover. They simply stood there, in the most upright manner, with an absolute military advantage that left no room for resistance, forming a huge crescent shape.

They completely surrounded Smith's two proud carrier strike groups.

……

"This is impossible... How could this be..."

Smith looked across at the flag fluttering in the sea breeze. His once proud blue eyes were now filled with disbelief and...despair.

According to their intelligence, although the navy is developing rapidly, it will take at least ten years before it can confront them head-on in the deep ocean.

But now, they've not only built the world's most advanced nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, but they've also been able to silently and without warning send such a massive, breathtaking fleet right up to their doorstep!

"Sir...we...we're surrounded."

The adjutant slumped to the ground, having completely given up hope.

Having lost all radar and power, they are now unable to retaliate. Even if the enemy comes in a sampan, they can only watch helplessly.

"This is not called encirclement."

Smith closed his eyes, and two streams of tears slid down his cheeks.

He finally understood what Liu Ming meant by what he said on the radio.

"This is called... execution."

……

"drop--!"

As the two fleets drew closer and closer, they became so close that they could even see the soldiers on each other's decks with the naked eye.

On the flagship, the first piercing battle alarm sounded!

"All main guns, raise them!"

"Whoosh—!"

Accompanied by the uniform sound of mechanical friction, the main gun barrels of twelve Type 055 destroyers simultaneously rose high at an extremely arrogant angle! The dark muzzles gleamed with a deadly cold light in the sunlight.

"Anti-ship missile array, target locked!"

"Click click click!"

At that moment, the covers of the vertical launch silos popped open simultaneously, revealing the sharp warheads of the "Yingji" series anti-ship missiles, which exuded a bloodthirsty aura, pointing directly at the enemy warships that were floating on the sea like dead fish not far away!

Not just the sea.

"Buzz—!"

In the sky, dozens of J-20 stealth fighters, like black ghosts, roared down from the clouds. They made extremely low-altitude passes over the deck of the enemy aircraft carrier, and the deafening sonic booms almost shattered the eardrums of Smith and others!

Underwater, a Type 096 strategic nuclear submarine, like an ancient dragon awakening, slowly surfaced. Less than 100 meters from the enemy cruiser, its massive missile launch hatch, a symbol of nuclear deterrence, was visible.

It slowly started with a low, mechanical sound.

……

This is the true torrent of steel, this is the true aesthetics of violence.

There were no fancy drills, no hypocritical protests, only a brutal, hand-to-hand combat... an absolute crushing defeat.

Inside the Dragon's Lair command center, there was complete silence.

Those old generals who had previously been skeptical of Liu Ming's tough stance were now watching the exhilarating scene on the screen, their faces flushed with excitement and their hands clenched into fists.

How many years has it been? Since the naval battle a century ago, when has this sea ever seen such a moment of triumph? In the past, it was the enemy's powerful ships and cannons that sailed to our doorstep, forcing us to sign those humiliating treaties that ceded our sovereignty.

Today, it is we who, with our most powerful fleet, will trample their pride underfoot and grind it mercilessly!

"Commander-in-Chief Liu..."

Thunderstorm's deputy commander's eyes welled up with tears. He turned to look at the young man who still stood before the control panel, his expression as indifferent as a god of death. His voice was hoarse with extreme excitement.

"How...how did you do that?"

He simply couldn't understand how, even if the space-based weapon had paralyzed the enemy's radar, it would still take such a massive fleet to complete the encirclement in such a short time. This required not only incredibly strong execution capabilities, but also... strategic foresight.

Liu Ming picked up the teacup, the tea, which had long since gone cold, went down his throat, but it couldn't suppress the increasingly intense wildness in his eyes.

"There's nothing you can't do."

Liu Ming looked at the enemy sailors on the screen, who were terrified.

"From the day they released the sanctions list."

"From the moment they felt they could manipulate us at will."

"This fleet is already underwater."

"I've been waiting for them for a whole month."

Liu Ming put down his teacup, turned around, and looked at the generals in the command hall with their burning gazes.

Comrades.

"A debt that has lasted for a hundred years."

"today."

"It's time to settle this."

He picked up the red microphone on the table and connected to a full-band broadcast. His voice was deep, yet it carried an aura of dominance that could make the whole world tremble.

"Smith."

"Now."

"You are qualified."

"I had a talk with you."