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Chapter 528 Sea

On the positions of the Islamic coalition forces, rows of rocket launchers were neatly arranged.

The commander's excited shout of "Launch!" pierced the night sky.

Like beasts breaking free of their cages, the rockets, accompanied by blazing flames and whistling winds, hurtled toward the Israeli capital.

Their tail flames drew bright and conspicuous trails in the dark night sky, like angry fire snakes baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on their target.

Israel's radar system quickly detected this anomaly.

In an instant, a piercing alarm blared wildly in the military command center, the sharp sound causing a painful ache in the eardrums.

The soldiers were instantly thrown into disarray, frantically operating various devices, their eyes glued to the dense clusters of lights on the screen. Their faces were filled with terror and tension, and large beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads.

The Israeli defense system was activated immediately, with interceptor missiles taking off one after another, tracing arcs in the air in an attempt to build an impenetrable defensive line to keep the incoming rockets out.

However, the number of rockets launched by the Iranian coalition was simply too great; they came in waves, one after another, relentlessly.

Under such a fierce attack, the Israeli defense system was overwhelmed and gradually became stretched thin, unable to intercept all the rockets.

Rockets rained down on the city of Israel's capital like a dense storm.

Violent explosions rang out one after another, mushroom clouds shot into the sky, and the flames instantly illuminated the entire night sky, as if day had arrived.

The streets were shattered by the impact of the explosion, and the once flat and solid asphalt road surface was now covered with huge and hideous craters.

The houses collapsed under the powerful impact, with bricks and rubble flying everywhere.

Countless families lost their warm homes in this sudden disaster, and people's lives were ruthlessly destroyed by the storm of this war.

Cries and pleas for help mingled together, creating a tragic symphony that plunged the entire city into chaos and despair.

"Fight back! Fight back now!!"

Israeli military commanders were shouting themselves hoarse in the command center.

Upon receiving the order, the Israeli army quickly launched a counterattack. Missile launchers and artillery positions were all in place, and missiles and shells, filled with vengeful fury, roared into the sky.

Before these missiles and shells even left Israeli territory, they all seemed to be under a spell and suddenly went out of control.

Like kites with broken strings, they swayed in the air, lost their direction, and eventually fell into their own territory.

Violent explosions continued to resound throughout Israel, raising clouds of smoke and dust.

"What's going on?!"

The commander roared angrily, his voice trembling slightly, clearly taken aback by the sudden turn of events.

"have no idea!!!"

The technicians were also completely bewildered. They were extremely anxious, frantically checking all kinds of equipment, their foreheads covered in beads of sweat. But no matter how hard they tried, they still couldn't find the cause of the malfunction.

If only a few missiles had problems, it might be attributed to an accident, but the fact that all the missiles failed is clearly not something that can be explained by a simple equipment malfunction.

"Cease launch immediately."

After several failed launches, the commander gritted his teeth and reluctantly issued the order.

The Israeli army was forced to stop firing missiles and was immediately put in a difficult situation of being on the defensive.

In the city, rockets continued to fall, causing increasing damage and making the situation increasingly critical.

"Get the US military to help!" the commander said through gritted teeth, expressing his last hope.

The US fleet in the Arabian Sea mobilized immediately upon receiving the distress call from Israel.

On the warship, the urgent alarm sounded like a sharp arrow slicing through the air.

The soldiers, dressed in neat uniforms, looked solemn and hurried along the narrow passage, rushing towards their assigned posts.

Their fleet commander stood on the command platform, issuing orders methodically, his voice clearly transmitted to every corner of the fleet through communication equipment.

As the deep roar of the engines gradually increased, the fleet, which had been quietly anchored on the sea, began to move forward through the waves.

On the deck, the pilots were already on high alert.

At first, the Arabian Sea was like a calm mirror, with a gentle breeze rippling across its surface, creating a scene of tranquility and peace.

However, this calm did not last long. Soon, the situation on the sea changed quietly, and waves began to rise.

The seawater, which had been gently rippling, suddenly became turbulent, with waves crashing against the ship.

At first, the seasoned American soldiers did not take the storm too seriously. After all, their fleet had been through many battles and had always been able to cope with ordinary bad weather conditions with ease thanks to its strength and rich experience.

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But the situation developed far beyond their expectations.

The wind and waves showed no signs of abating; on the contrary, they became increasingly fierce and powerful.

Soon, a huge vortex formed silently and without warning in the center of the fleet.

This whirlpool was like a terrifying beast that had been lurking in the deep sea for a long time, suddenly opening its blood-red maw.

The seawater at the center of the whirlpool was spinning rapidly, forming a huge funnel shape. The surrounding ships were pulled by a powerful suction force, swaying precariously in the waves, and could be swept into the bottomless whirlpool at any moment.

"Power up the engine and charge forward!"

The fleet commander shouted hoarsely in the command room, veins bulging on his forehead.

Upon hearing the command, the crew responded immediately, the engines revving wildly with a deafening roar, and the ship struggled with all its might, trying to break free from the whirlpool's demonic grip.

"That's already at maximum horsepower!"

The crew member in charge of the power system was covered in sweat, large beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks. His voice carried a hint of despair, clearly indicating that they had exhausted all their strength in the face of such powerful natural forces.

"How could there be such a large vortex here? It doesn't make any sense at all."

An officer stared out the window at the chilling sight, muttering to himself, his face filled with shock and confusion.

However, reality is indeed cruel, without a doubt.

The vortex is spinning faster and faster, and the suction force it generates is becoming stronger and stronger.

Those small battleships were as fragile as toys in children's hands in the face of this powerful, almost terrifying force, and were easily torn to shreds.

Fragments of the ship's hull flew everywhere like snowflakes, floating on the sea.

Meanwhile, America's proud aircraft carrier was creaking and groaning under the ravages of the whirlpool, its hull rocking violently, like a giant teetering in a gale, about to be swallowed up by the terrifying whirlpool at any moment.

The crew members on the aircraft carrier were staggering and unsteady on their feet. Some items fell from the shelves and smashed to pieces. The entire interior of the aircraft carrier was in chaos, with panicked shouts and the sound of objects colliding everywhere.

(End of this chapter)