Deep in the Nevada desert, a row of desert-colored SUVs drove from a distance, bypassed two loess-covered hills, and parked outside a military base located below the hills.
The rusty iron door looks deserted for many years, and it seems that no one has been here under the sandy tarpaulin.
After entering the military base, the convoy began to slow down.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew over with yellow sand, as if in just a blink of an eye, soldiers wearing desert camouflage stood around the convoy, and the muzzle raised flat had already surrounded the SUVs.
The convoy stopped.
The door of the second car opened and a military boot stepped on the ground.
Show the sight in his hand to the nearest soldier.
The soldier did not move anyway, but a red light flashed slightly in the center of the tactical eyepiece under the brim of Benny's hat.
After identifying the identity code on the graphene card, the muzzles pointed to the convoy were closed one after another. Colonel Ross put away the graphene card, squinted his eyes and glanced around the group of soldiers, and spoke.
Where is Colonel McCarthy? Let him come to see me.
Here.Departed from the team, General McCarthy with Beret walked up to the officer, raised his hand and gave a standard military salute.
Although both are colonels in the military rank, one serves in the Ministry of Defense system and the other is an appointed officer of the frontline troops.
Come with the orders of the Ministry of Defense, Colonel Ross can barely be considered his superior, so there is no problem with him giving the courtesy first.
After returning a military salute neatly, Colonel Ross glanced at the military base behind him and nodded.
How are you preparing?
The West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center is under our control, the only person in charge has been controlled, and now we are the only ones who know about it.McCarthy replied seriously.
very good.Nodding, Colonel Ross stared at McCarthy, paused for a moment and continued, Congress had already studied it, since those stubborn conservative forces were ready to stop us from moving towards the future, we would sweep them and the wasteland into the grave of history.Your current task is to include the entire California in the coverage of meteorological weapons and implement an indiscriminate strategic strike.
clear.General McCarthy replied with a cold expression.
The combat order has been issued, I want to know when this thing will be ready?Colonel Ross asked, lifting his chin and looking at the alloy door embedded in the side of the hilly behind the military base.
It depends on when the fuel rod is delivered.General McCarthy then asked, how was the dismantling of the nuclear weapons going on?
One hundred cans of 20mm-caliber core fusion cores have been removed and will be delivered here soon.Colonel Ross said.
It's enough.A cold and cruel smile appeared on the corner of General McCarthy's mouth. A Category 16 hurricane tore their defenses apart more than enough.
Before he could finish his words, a sharp roar suddenly came from the air.
The two of them were slightly stunned and looked up at the sky.
However, the action of raising his head was not halfway through, and the blasting shrapnel and dazzling fire burst, and as the black smoke spread out with the flames at the entrance of the military base!
Caught off guard, two soldiers standing next to the checkpoint were blown to the point of blood and blood by the sudden shells. One of them fell into a coma on the spot, life and death unknown.
Reflexively taking two steps back, raising his sleeves to cover his eyebrows, staring at the blown-up checkpoint, McCarthy's pupils suddenly contracted.
Mortar!
Enemy attack!
spread!Hurry up!
This is the Red Arrow Squad. The artillery position has been calculated and is rushing to the target area...
There was no sign of warning, as the first shell exploded, the subsequent shelling exploded like beans, near the convoy.
At the first moment of the shelling, all USN soldiers started to move like gears.
The desert-colored camouflage soldier rushed to the side of the road with his rifle in his arms, looking for cover and lying down on the spot.
SUVs quickly reversed and rushed into the military base with supplies. The other half of the soldiers, together with two armored vehicles rushing out of the military base, rushed towards the direction of the shells.
……
Ha ha!Beat me!
Stepping on the desert-colored motorcycle, the man in a cowboy hat smiled wildly, holding a telescope to look at the bursting flames.
Watching the enemy run away under their cannon fire made him feel extremely happy.
In the open space next to him, soldiers dressed in cowboys took off the mortar shells from the back box of the motorcycle, threw them to their comrades holding the mortar, and stuffed them into the thick and long cannon chamber.
Rangers, as a purely motorized artillery unit, belongs to the ace force of the militia organization.
Although relied on old-fashioned fuel motorcycles as a means of transportation, this old-fashioned machinery was unexpectedly reliable in wasteland, especially in the desert.
Moreover, synthetic oil is much better than nuclear batteries and is not disturbed by EMP weapons. With the excellent firepower output capability of the 60mm electromagnetic mortar, the Rangers have galloped on this wasteland of California for more than ten years, causing countless raiders and mutant tribes to be scared.
They chased after him.Another cowboy squatted behind the rocks, held up a telescope and looked at the convoy that was ripping up the dust, telling NAC that they could start!
clear!
No notification is needed at all.
When the cowboy ran to the motorcycle and just sent the message out, the NAC Expeditionary Force and the National Guard who were ambushing nearby had already moved.
Without any warning, dozens of anti-tank rockets rushed out from behind the haystack and headed straight for the US convoy that rushed towards the Rangers' artillery positions.
Two SUVs were shot on the side and turned into a ball of fireballs. The two armored vehicles behind were bombarded and broke down on the roadside. For a moment, the USN convoy was overturned.
Knowing that he encountered an ambush, USN soldiers jumped out of the car one after another and spread around to find cover.
However, the previous rocket was just the beginning. A group of soldiers who were also armed with exoskeletons to their teeth came out from behind the dunes. The muzzle in their hands was sprayed with terrifying flames. With the support of power armor, they surrounded the convoy that was overturned.
I was shot!Medical Soldier!
Shet!This is the Red Arrow Squad!We need support!Repeat, we AhAh
There will be no support at all.
Just half a minute ago, rows of rockets descended from the sky, covering the abandoned military base in an instant.
The rolling flames dyed the gray-yellow earth into a black hell, and the pungent smell of Koko filled the entire battlefield. Most of the USN soldiers died under the barrage of Fireball-1. A few remaining resistance forces were also defeated in the direction of the hole under the siege of NAC ground troops...
Everything was so sudden that neither General McCarthy nor Colonel Rose responded.
When they were planning to ask for help from the fleet, they found that all communication equipment had failed.
It turns out that in the rocket coverage just now, the warheads used by NAC are not only high explosion and combustion, but also the most insidious EMP...
The rusty iron door looks deserted for many years, and it seems that no one has been here under the sandy tarpaulin.
After entering the military base, the convoy began to slow down.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew over with yellow sand, as if in just a blink of an eye, soldiers wearing desert camouflage stood around the convoy, and the muzzle raised flat had already surrounded the SUVs.
The convoy stopped.
The door of the second car opened and a military boot stepped on the ground.
Show the sight in his hand to the nearest soldier.
The soldier did not move anyway, but a red light flashed slightly in the center of the tactical eyepiece under the brim of Benny's hat.
After identifying the identity code on the graphene card, the muzzles pointed to the convoy were closed one after another. Colonel Ross put away the graphene card, squinted his eyes and glanced around the group of soldiers, and spoke.
Where is Colonel McCarthy? Let him come to see me.
Here.Departed from the team, General McCarthy with Beret walked up to the officer, raised his hand and gave a standard military salute.
Although both are colonels in the military rank, one serves in the Ministry of Defense system and the other is an appointed officer of the frontline troops.
Come with the orders of the Ministry of Defense, Colonel Ross can barely be considered his superior, so there is no problem with him giving the courtesy first.
After returning a military salute neatly, Colonel Ross glanced at the military base behind him and nodded.
How are you preparing?
The West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center is under our control, the only person in charge has been controlled, and now we are the only ones who know about it.McCarthy replied seriously.
very good.Nodding, Colonel Ross stared at McCarthy, paused for a moment and continued, Congress had already studied it, since those stubborn conservative forces were ready to stop us from moving towards the future, we would sweep them and the wasteland into the grave of history.Your current task is to include the entire California in the coverage of meteorological weapons and implement an indiscriminate strategic strike.
clear.General McCarthy replied with a cold expression.
The combat order has been issued, I want to know when this thing will be ready?Colonel Ross asked, lifting his chin and looking at the alloy door embedded in the side of the hilly behind the military base.
It depends on when the fuel rod is delivered.General McCarthy then asked, how was the dismantling of the nuclear weapons going on?
One hundred cans of 20mm-caliber core fusion cores have been removed and will be delivered here soon.Colonel Ross said.
It's enough.A cold and cruel smile appeared on the corner of General McCarthy's mouth. A Category 16 hurricane tore their defenses apart more than enough.
Before he could finish his words, a sharp roar suddenly came from the air.
The two of them were slightly stunned and looked up at the sky.
However, the action of raising his head was not halfway through, and the blasting shrapnel and dazzling fire burst, and as the black smoke spread out with the flames at the entrance of the military base!
Caught off guard, two soldiers standing next to the checkpoint were blown to the point of blood and blood by the sudden shells. One of them fell into a coma on the spot, life and death unknown.
Reflexively taking two steps back, raising his sleeves to cover his eyebrows, staring at the blown-up checkpoint, McCarthy's pupils suddenly contracted.
Mortar!
Enemy attack!
spread!Hurry up!
This is the Red Arrow Squad. The artillery position has been calculated and is rushing to the target area...
There was no sign of warning, as the first shell exploded, the subsequent shelling exploded like beans, near the convoy.
At the first moment of the shelling, all USN soldiers started to move like gears.
The desert-colored camouflage soldier rushed to the side of the road with his rifle in his arms, looking for cover and lying down on the spot.
SUVs quickly reversed and rushed into the military base with supplies. The other half of the soldiers, together with two armored vehicles rushing out of the military base, rushed towards the direction of the shells.
……
Ha ha!Beat me!
Stepping on the desert-colored motorcycle, the man in a cowboy hat smiled wildly, holding a telescope to look at the bursting flames.
Watching the enemy run away under their cannon fire made him feel extremely happy.
In the open space next to him, soldiers dressed in cowboys took off the mortar shells from the back box of the motorcycle, threw them to their comrades holding the mortar, and stuffed them into the thick and long cannon chamber.
Rangers, as a purely motorized artillery unit, belongs to the ace force of the militia organization.
Although relied on old-fashioned fuel motorcycles as a means of transportation, this old-fashioned machinery was unexpectedly reliable in wasteland, especially in the desert.
Moreover, synthetic oil is much better than nuclear batteries and is not disturbed by EMP weapons. With the excellent firepower output capability of the 60mm electromagnetic mortar, the Rangers have galloped on this wasteland of California for more than ten years, causing countless raiders and mutant tribes to be scared.
They chased after him.Another cowboy squatted behind the rocks, held up a telescope and looked at the convoy that was ripping up the dust, telling NAC that they could start!
clear!
No notification is needed at all.
When the cowboy ran to the motorcycle and just sent the message out, the NAC Expeditionary Force and the National Guard who were ambushing nearby had already moved.
Without any warning, dozens of anti-tank rockets rushed out from behind the haystack and headed straight for the US convoy that rushed towards the Rangers' artillery positions.
Two SUVs were shot on the side and turned into a ball of fireballs. The two armored vehicles behind were bombarded and broke down on the roadside. For a moment, the USN convoy was overturned.
Knowing that he encountered an ambush, USN soldiers jumped out of the car one after another and spread around to find cover.
However, the previous rocket was just the beginning. A group of soldiers who were also armed with exoskeletons to their teeth came out from behind the dunes. The muzzle in their hands was sprayed with terrifying flames. With the support of power armor, they surrounded the convoy that was overturned.
I was shot!Medical Soldier!
Shet!This is the Red Arrow Squad!We need support!Repeat, we AhAh
There will be no support at all.
Just half a minute ago, rows of rockets descended from the sky, covering the abandoned military base in an instant.
The rolling flames dyed the gray-yellow earth into a black hell, and the pungent smell of Koko filled the entire battlefield. Most of the USN soldiers died under the barrage of Fireball-1. A few remaining resistance forces were also defeated in the direction of the hole under the siege of NAC ground troops...
Everything was so sudden that neither General McCarthy nor Colonel Rose responded.
When they were planning to ask for help from the fleet, they found that all communication equipment had failed.
It turns out that in the rocket coverage just now, the warheads used by NAC are not only high explosion and combustion, but also the most insidious EMP...
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