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

The sea breeze whistled and rustled.

Off the coast of Ningzhou Port, the rising sun finally shattered the last stubborn remnant of clouds, turning the vast expanse of waves into fragments of gold.

Liu Ming stood on the edge of the broad flight deck of the Kyushu flagship "Shandong," his body as upright as a spear piercing the sky. He was not wearing the civilian clothes that signified his status as commander; instead, he wore the black combat uniform that had been stiffened by the sea breeze, the collar slightly open, revealing the cold, hard lines of his collarbone.

He held up his high-powered military binoculars, his gaze fixed on a spot three nautical miles ahead, across the shimmering sea.

There stood the enemy's dual-carrier battle group, once arrogant and hailed as the "master of the sea."

At this moment, they were completely devoid of their former arrogance as they roamed the oceans. Under the devastating blow of the "space-based" pulse, these two steel behemoths, each displacing 100,000 tons, now resembled two enormous, soulless corpses, floating lifelessly on the waves.

Black smoke rose weakly from their exhaust pipes. On the deck, the F-35C fighter jets, which were once hailed as the world's most powerful, were crammed together haphazardly, like a pile of discarded aluminum alloy toys.

Liu Ming adjusted the focus.

Through the camera, he clearly saw on the bridge of the enemy mothership a figure leaning against the porthole, his face ashen, his eyes filled with despair and madness.

Smith, the general who had been clamoring for "freedom of navigation" just an hour earlier, was now cowering in the pile of scrap metal like a frightened quail.

"Oh."

Liu Ming put down the binoculars, a cruel and wild sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Old Lei, did you see that?"

Liu Ming didn't turn around. His voice sounded exceptionally clear on the massive aircraft carrier deck. "This is what they're so proud of, this is what they think they can use to control our Kyushu. Now look at it, besides being able to float on water, what else do they have left?"

Standing two steps behind Liu Ming, the deputy commander of the war zone, Lei Bao, puffed out his chest, his massive muscles almost bursting out of his major general's uniform. He gripped his command sword tightly, and his old eyes flashed with a near-mad red light he had never seen before.

"Commander-in-Chief! I saw it! I've never seen anything so clear in my entire life!"

Lei Bao yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with a triumphant satisfaction, "These bastards! They used to be so arrogant, always showing off at our doorstep! And now? They've become a bunch of floating iron turtles! Hahahaha!"

"That's what they call the wheel of fortune turning."

Liu Ming turned around and glanced at the Kyushu soldiers on the deck who were holding their breath and ready to launch a final attack at any moment.

Those eyes no longer held the fear of power that once characterized them, nor the suppressed anger born of inferior skills.

What remains is only one: absolute worship of the strong, and a near-faith-like fanatical protection of this beautiful land.

"Old Lei, pass on my orders."

Liu Ming straightened his tactical gloves; every word seemed to have been pulled from an ice cellar, chilling to the bone.

"Let our 'Dragon Guard' squadron deliver a final, grand gift to General Smith."

"Since they say our fighter jets are 'agricultural aircraft'."

"Then let them see how our 'agricultural aircraft' sows seeds over the heads of those foreign lords."

"yes!!!"

The thunderstorm suddenly stood at attention, its sound deafening.

……

Three minutes later.

"Buzz—buzz—!!!"

The air on the once quiet aircraft carrier deck suddenly began to tremble violently.

Four J-20 fighter jets, painted in a low-key dark gray, resembled four silver dragons swooping down from the heavens, carrying a terrifying sonic boom capable of tearing the sky apart, and instantly swept over the enemy mothership!

Low-altitude flyby! Extreme speed dive!

The distance was so close that even the charred anti-slip coating on the enemy's deck was whipped up by the violent blast!

"Boom—Rumble!!!"

A massive sonic boom cloud exploded instantly above the enemy mast. The deafening roar, powerful enough to shatter eardrums, sent several enemy sailors who were still struggling on the deck into a frenzy, collapsing to the ground.

This is an absolute crushing defeat. This is the ultimate roar of the Eastern dragon, a roar it has been holding back for a hundred years!

"Falcon One calling Commander! The enemy has completely lost the will to resist!"

Over the radio came the hoarse roar of the Kyushu pilot, his voice hoarse with excitement: "Requesting a second suppression flight! I want to perform a 'Loyalty Dance' over that 'Iron Turtle'!"

"Granted."

Liu Ming sat on the open-air command platform on the island superstructure, legs crossed, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Make a bigger commotion, don't let our 'guests' fall asleep."

Followed by.

The second and third waves, hundreds of drones, resembled a dark, all-encompassing cloud, looming over the enemy fleet.

At the center of that dark mass of aircraft, each drone was equipped with a laser-guided warhead powerful enough to penetrate an aircraft carrier's deck.

Those red locking spots danced wildly and unrestrainedly on Smith's face, on the chests of enemy soldiers, and on those expensive interceptor missile racks.

That was Death's call. With just a nod from Liu Ming, this entire invincible fleet that once dominated the world would sink into the bottomless abyss of the East China Sea within three minutes.

……

At that moment, the entire world witnessed this extremely shocking and utterly absurd scene through the lenses of military satellites flying overhead.

The aircraft carrier flags of the Western powers, which were originally touted as "never falling," were at this moment suppressed beneath the sea by the deathly silence born of extreme fear.

And the dragon flag of Kyushu, atop the mast of the 10,000-ton destroyer, atop the bridge of the aircraft carrier, and beside the tail of the J-20 fighter jet, flutters in the rising sun!

"It's done...it's really done..."

Inside the office building in the city, as Old Lin watched the almost miraculous scene on the big screen, the pipe that had been with him for half his life suddenly fell to the ground with a "thud".

The old man's eyes were red-rimmed, and tears streamed down his face.

He recalled the days when he was on the front lines, watching enemy planes drop bombs indiscriminately, and all he could do was carry explosives to his death. He remembered the scientists who poured their hearts and souls into these few parts and these few technologies, working tirelessly until their deaths.

"Old Liu...did you see that?"

Old Lin stared into the void, his voice trembling, "Your son... he's managed to mend this sky!"

The Grand Secretary stood to one side, his back straighter than ever before, his gaze deep and unfathomable within the solemn red walls.

He knew that from this day forward, the world would have to be rearranged according to the rules of Kyushu.

……

"Long live!!!"

On the sea, someone uttered the first cry, though it's unclear who it was.

Following that, from the "Shandong" to the "Fujian", from the Type 055 destroyer to those small escort boats.

Tens of thousands of Kyushu naval officers and soldiers, on the endless deck, in the smoke-filled compartments, and in the bottomless depths of the submarine, all simultaneously put down their work.

They waved their hats, embraced and wept, and strained their necks, letting out a mad cheer that had been suppressed for a century and was enough to move even the gods!

"Long live Kyushu!!!"

"Long live the God of War!!!"

The roar was like thunder, completely dispelling the thick sea fog. The once turbulent sea seemed to become docile at that moment.

The nation's prestige has been greatly enhanced! The world is shocked!

Standing amidst the overwhelming cheers, Liu Ming slowly pulled out the tattered family photo from his pocket, a photo he had always treasured close to his body.

The father in the photo is still smiling gently in front of that red wall.

"father."

"Your son not only avenged you."

Looking at the foreign devils in the distance who were raising their hands in preparation for surrender, Liu Ming's lips curled into an extremely proud smile.

"son."

"And guard the gates of this entire land."

"Here you go."

"It's sealed tightly."

Amidst the roar of countless fighter jets soaring through the sky, and the resounding shouts of unity, the Eastern dragon officially broke through its final shackles.

Unstoppable, and no one dares to stand in its way.