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Gale-force winds and torrential rain pounded heavily on the broad flight deck of the nuclear-powered aircraft carrier USS Nimitz.

Below the clouds, hundreds of small airships hovered in the eye of the storm. The bottom armor of the airships was open, and blue beams of light slashed down one after another.

"Phalanx CIWS! Full power! Shoot those monsters down!" Fleet Commander MacArthur roared, gripping the communicator, his voice hoarse, veins bulging on his neck. He stared at the dense red dots on the radar screen, his palms sweating profusely.

Thousands of anti-aircraft missiles, trailing long plumes of flame, pierced through the rain. The missiles struck the translucent energy shield on the outer layer of the airship.

There was no loud explosion, no flash. The missile warhead, upon impact with the shield, turned into a twisted mass of scrap metal and plunged into the churning waves below.

"Sir! The missiles can't penetrate the shield! Our firepower is completely ineffective against them!" the radar operator reported loudly, his voice trembling with tears.

MacArthur grabbed the radar operator by the collar: "Then use the main guns! Fire every shell you can!"

The airship's main gun is fully charged.

A high-energy laser with a diameter of more than ten meters swept across the sea surface.

The seawater evaporated under the high temperature, and white steam shot into the sky. Lasers swept across the island superstructure of the USS Nimitz.

Special steel plates, several tens of centimeters thick, melted like paper. The massive island superstructure was severed in half, its upper section crashing onto the deck and crushing the parked F-35 fighter jets.

"Captain! The port side armor has been penetrated! The lower decks are flooding!" the first mate shouted from the bridge.

MacArthur pushed aside the officer blocking his way, looked out the window at the sea ablaze with fire, and felt his hands and feet grow cold.

Two hundred meters deep in the ocean.

The sonar operator on the Ohio-class strategic nuclear submarine removed his headphones, revealing blood seeping from his eardrums.

"Sir! The seawater temperature is rising rapidly! It has already exceeded the boiling point!"

The submarine's hull emitted a sickening metallic clanging sound. High-energy lasers pierced the seawater, boiling the area. The temperature gauges inside the submarine swelled to full speed. The bulkheads were too hot to touch.

"Surface! Surface immediately! Empty the water tanks!" the captain shouted urgently.

It was too late. The submarine's pressure hull deformed under high temperature and pressure, and seawater flooded into the compartments.

In less than half an hour, four 100,000-ton nuclear-powered aircraft carriers suffered devastating explosions in succession. Steel wreckage floated on the boiling sea, and the United States' proud Pacific Fleet was nearly annihilated.

Washington, D.C., the Black House underground command center.

He was slumped in his chair, his tie half-undone, and his shirt collar completely soaked with sweat.

The red phone on the table kept ringing.

The defense minister stood in front of the table, holding a stack of battle damage reports in his hand, his hands trembling so much he could barely hold the papers.

"Mr. President, the Pacific Fleet... is gone. Commander MacArthur went down with his ship." The Secretary of Defense swallowed hard, his voice hoarse.

The reliable man grabbed a half-full cup of cold coffee from the table and threw it, cup and all, at the defense minister.

The cup hit the defense minister in the chest, and coffee splattered all over the floor.

"That's an entire carrier strike group! Four nuclear-powered aircraft carriers!" Trump stood up, hands on the table, spitting on the Secretary of Defense's face. "You bunch of useless idiots, you can't even stop a few monsters? Did Congress use all its military budget to feed the dogs?"

"Mr. President, those monsters' shields can absorb all physical attacks, and our weapons are outdated," the Defense Minister said in a low voice, wiping the coffee stains off his face.

The chief of staff pushed open the door and stumbled in. He placed a tablet in front of the reliable person, a video playing on the screen.

"Mr. President, take a look at this. Over in Great Xia... they wiped out all the monsters."

He looked down, seemingly very reliable.

In the scene, a thousand Great Xia soldiers clad in black armor are engaged in hand-to-hand combat with a yellow giant on the beach. Blue light blades slice through the monster's shield, then cleave its body open like butter.

You have to understand, those monsters' physical defenses are so strong that even missiles can't penetrate their armor, yet they were cut through by the light blades in the hands of those armored warriors.

Immediately afterwards, a dark gold heavy mech soared into the sky. The mech withstood the bombardment of the airship's main cannon, smashed the monster's shield with a single punch, and turned the leading monster leader into a pile of mangled flesh.

Zero casualties.

Te Kao Pu stared intently at the screen, his eyes bloodshot.

His proud fleet was used as a target, while the Great Xia army was rampaging through the skies in mechs.

Jealousy and fear intertwined, like two hands gripping his neck.

"This is impossible! How could Great Xia have such a weapon?" The reliable guy grabbed his hair and slammed the tablet on the ground. "This is a fabricated video! They must be faking it!"

"Mr. President, this is a live global broadcast. The Europa Union lifted its sanctions against Great Xia overnight and sent them a lithography machine," the chief of staff whispered a reminder.

Te Kaopu slumped back into his chair. He stared at the emergency light on the ceiling, a deeply humiliating thought flashing through his mind.

"Go contact the Great Xia Embassy." The reliable guy gritted his teeth, forcing out the words, "Ask them if they'll sell that mecha. Let them name their terms. We must obtain the technology for that mecha at all costs."

Moscow, the Kremlin.

The heavy security door was tightly shut. The conference room was filled with a strong smell of tobacco.

King Putin sat at the end of the long table, with an ashtray piled high with cigarette butts in front of him.

"The Northern Fleet has been completely annihilated. The monster airships have landed on the Siberian plains and are advancing towards the Ural Mountains." After reporting, the Defense Minister lowered his head, not daring to look Putin in the eye.

Jingpu stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in his hand.

"Conventional weapons are ineffective against them." Ginkgo stood up and walked to the huge military map on the wall. His finger stopped on a red dot in the heart of the Siberian plain.

"Initiate Project Icefield."

The meeting room erupted in uproar.

"Your Excellency! That underground nuclear weapons depot has been abandoned for ten years! Furthermore, it's completely unconnected to the internet and can only be detonated manually!"

The Defense Minister hurriedly spoke up, "If it detonates, the entire Siberian region, spanning hundreds of kilometers, will be reduced to scorched earth! The ecosystem will completely collapse!"

"If we don't bomb them, they'll hit Moscow!" Putin turned around, slamming his hands on the table, his eyes filled with madness. "Since conventional missiles can be intercepted, let them walk right onto the nuclear warheads!"

"But the soldiers stationed there..."

"They are soldiers of the Russian bear country. This is their mission." Putin interrupted the defense minister and grabbed the encrypted phone on the table.

"Connect to the Siberian underground base. Find Major Ivanov."

The Siberian plains were shrouded in snow and wind.

The temperature is minus forty degrees Celsius.

Five hundred meters underground, in the dimly lit control room of an abandoned nuclear weapons depot.

Major Ivanov, his hair now gray, put down the red telephone in his hand. He straightened his faded uniform and fastened the buttons at the collar.

"Guys," Ivanov said, looking at the dozen or so veterans behind him, "the president has given the order. The monster is right above us."

The veterans remained silent, each walking to the control panel and inserting their keys into the locks.

"It is our honor to die for our country." A second lieutenant gripped the key, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

on the ground.

Hundreds of yellow giant airships flew in dense formation, skimming low over the ice field. They were completely unaware of the danger beneath their feet. The engine exhaust nozzles at the bottom of the airships melted the snow, revealing the black permafrost below.

Underground control room.

"Three seconds left." Ivanov gripped the red detonator.

"three."

"two."

"First. For the sake of the Russian bear country."

Ivanov used both hands to pull the detonation valve all the way down.

Five nuclear bombs with a yield of 10 megatons each were detonated simultaneously deep underground.

The earth trembled violently. Huge cracks appeared on the surface of the ice sheet.

A blinding beam of light burst forth from the ground, illuminating the previously dark sky as bright as day.

A devastating fireball rose into the sky, instantly engulfing the low-flying Yellow Giant airships.

Those energy shields that could even withstand anti-aircraft missiles couldn't even last half a second against the absolute heat and shockwave of a megaton-level nuclear explosion.

The airship, along with the monsters inside, was instantly vaporized.

A massive mushroom cloud burst through the clouds, plunging into the stratosphere. Across hundreds of kilometers of ice sheet, snow evaporated, and the permafrost was baked into a charred, glassy substance. Not a blade of grass grew.

Kremlin.

Jingpu breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the scorched earth images transmitted back by the satellite.

A thousand monsters were completely wiped out. Although the cost was heavy, the Russian nation preserved its dignity.

He had just picked up the vodka on the table, ready to take a sip to celebrate this crushing victory.

The Minister of Defense walked in hurriedly, carrying a tablet computer.

"Your Excellency, please take a look at the video that was just released on the internet. It was released by the Great Xia military."

Jingpu put down his wine glass and took the tablet.

In the video, the Heavenly Soldiers of Great Xia are engaged in close combat with the Yellow Giant on the beach. The scene of the dark gold Titan mech punching the monster leader to pieces is crystal clear.

Zero casualties in the annihilation of the enemy. No nuclear explosions, no scorched earth.

Jingpu stared at the screen, his eyelids twitching.

He looked at the scorched earth his ten-million-ton nuclear explosion had created, then at the Great Xia side, who had easily resolved the battle as if stepping on ants.

My heart is bleeding.

"Snapped!"

Jingpu slapped his thigh, shaking his head with a wry smile: "If I had known that Great Xia held such a trump card, why would I have bothered bombing Siberia?"

He threw the tablet on the table.

Scene transition.

The main building, the core conference room of the Shanghai Military Region.

Li Yichen sat in the main seat, holding a freshly brewed cup of premium Da Hong Pao tea. Steam rose from the cup.

He Zhenchuan and Liu Guoliang sat on either side, discussing the subsequent defense deployment.

"Brother Li, this time our Great Xia has truly established its prestige on the international stage." Liu Guoliang picked up his teacup, grinning from ear to ear. "Just now, we received news from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs that the United States has sent an urgent telegram requesting assistance."

"Calling for help?" Li Yichen blew on the floating tea leaves in his teacup. "Wasn't that old codger Te Kao Pui pretty tough? What, now that the aircraft carrier's been destroyed, does he feel the pain?"

"How could it not hurt? The entire Pacific Fleet was wiped out." He Zhenchuan chimed in, "The situation in Russia is even worse. President Putin detonated an underground nuclear arsenal in Siberia. Five nuclear bombs with a yield of 10 megatons each melted the ice sheet."

Blue light converged in the center of the conference table.

Ling'er's holographic projection popped up. She was wearing a pink tracksuit, clutching her stomach with both hands, laughing so hard she rolled around on the table.

"Brother! Look!" Ling'er pointed to several split-screen images that popped up in mid-air, "The US aircraft carrier has been boiled into a hot plate, and the Russian bear has blasted its own ice field into glass shards. The battle situation is terrible."

Ling'er then zoomed in on one of the images.

"But look at the Indian side," Ling'er said, pointing to the camouflage-painted fighter jets on the screen. "These Indian air force guys... look like they're putting on acrobatics for the monsters?"