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The entire base of the Fortress Armored Corps has been almost completely razed, dormitory buildings, canteens, command headquarters, office buildings, training grounds, and the previously neat and orderly buildings have all become ruins at this time, and thousands of corpses of the remaining American troops are scattered in all corners of the base, and the huge base is desolate at this time, looking like a post-apocalyptic relic that no one cares about after being completely destroyed.

Missile Depot 2, Depot 3, and Arsenal are the only buildings in the base that have not collapsed, and the faint light shines through the three buildings, carrying a trance-like and hazy beauty in the heavy rain.

Except for the sound of rain, there seems to be no murmur in the whole base, and this base, which has become history, seems to have been completely forgotten by the whole United States.

Inside the No. 2 missile depot, the members of the auction team responsible for staying in the missile depot are still busy, the big screen in the center of the missile depot is clearly staging the tragic war in the downtown area of Washington at this time, countless artillery fire is rising into the sky, on the ground, one after another main battle tanks are scrapped in the bombardment of enemy armed helicopters and fighters, missiles are flying unscrupulously with dazzling light, the sound of aircraft guns and machine guns vibrates the night sky, bullets are shooting aimlessly, high in the sky, one fighter plane after another is burning and falling and exploding, the helicopter unit is constantly reducing its altitude in the encirclement of the US military, and the auction counterattack, and it seems to be getting weaker and weaker.

The tide is over.

There was silence in the missile depot.

Everyone knows that the elite who participated in this auction operation will be wiped out.

"We lost?"

A young man who looked to be in his thirties stood in front of the screen, his arms around his chest, his eyes squinting, his eyes focused on the tragic battlefield on the screen, and his tone was puzzled.

"Lost? ”

A person next to him said, his tone was not the slightest 'losing' unwillingness, the cloud was light, and there was a hint of excitement: "But we succeeded." ”

"Where is there anything to win or lose in such a war?"

The leader of the group that stayed behind in the missile depot walked over and said in a calm tone: "It seems that the elite of our auction has been wiped out in Washington, but the United States is embarrassed to say that they have won? We have lost 800 elites, but the United States has lost hundreds of thousands of lives, elite soldiers, elites of various industries, the death toll is immeasurable, and the most important thing is that His Royal Highness the God of War King is fine, and the King of Side by Side is also fine, and the master has left here safely at this time, can we count ourselves as losing?" What would happen if the 800 elite were wiped out by the U.S. military? We destroyed their capital city, and in the face of this ruin, the U.S. would not feel that it had won the victory. ”

"So in this war, there are no winners, only winners, and we have succeeded when we have completed our task. ”

"That's true. ”

One of the team members shrugged and said, "But, boss, I think we should continue to do something, right? Judging from the current situation, it is clear that we have been ignored by the US military in control of the residual missiles and a large number of munitions at the base." ”

"It's so sad, it's all to blame on Dekra and York, the two rookies, their lock-on movements are so slow, maybe no one at the scene of the battle even noticed that we fired missiles, although we have managed to kill a few of their fighters. ”

Another team member walked up to the group leader with a smile and said that this was a woman and the only woman in the two groups.

"Shut up!"

In the group of ten people, there were two team members who were engrossed in operating the instruments in front of them, and when they heard the ridicule of their companions, the more short-tempered Dekra directly scolded: "Are we rookies? Damn, Erin, you didn't seem to be better than us just now, these damn American fighters, their anti-missile systems are too good, it takes time to lock each one, this is just an ordinary third- or fourth-generation fighter, the F-22 evolutionary kind, we lock it at all."

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) I want to launch dozens of missiles at once for indiscriminate coverage, will you agree?"

The team leader's heart moved, and then he subconsciously said, "How many missiles do we have?"

"There are less than 30 missiles in the No. 2 missile depot, and the number of missiles in the No. 3 missile depot should be less than ours, about twenty. ”

"That's enough for us to make a big move, isn't it?"

The team leader smiled calmly.

"What do you mean?"

Irene, whose whole person was almost attached to the team leader's body, shook slightly, and her mouth grew.

"To get their attention, you have to attract them, and we have prepared a big gift for them, and if they don't come, it will be a waste. ”

The team leader's tone was casual and casual: "Contact the brothers of the No. 3 missile depot to launch most of the missiles at once, and on the base side, it is enough to leave five to ten missiles." ”

"But, head, this would injure our own by mistake. ”

Deckera said with a frown.

"So what does it matter?"

The team leader asked rhetorically, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the screen where the battle situation was getting more and more tragic and asked: "The elite of our auction is all fighting now, everyone is ready to die, as long as they can kill the enemy, who cares if they will be injured by mistake??"

Dekra was stunned for a moment, silent.

Internationally, auctions have always been defined as terrorist organizations, and everyone in the auction is naturally a terrorist.

This identity does not matter whether it is recognized within the auction, but it is undeniable that everyone in the auction has a completely crazy blood.

They regard the invincible emperor of the world as their faith, they are not afraid of life and death, and they can give their lives at any time as long as the imperial family needs them.

From auctioning off a city and a country to bombing the enemy themselves, they are willing to give everything and have no regrets.

All such people are insane.

When needed, as long as they can hit the enemy, they don't mind their own people doing it to them.

So Dekra was not psychologically averse to the leader's order, but he couldn't accept this fact emotionally for a while.

"Stop talking nonsense, action!"

The team leader waved his hand in a low tone and said coldly: "They won't die in vain, we will go to accompany him immediately, if there is really hell, when I get there, I will personally apologize to President Tamak." ”

"Understood!"

Dekra gritted his teeth and quickly began to contact the auction elite of the third missile arsenal.

After each side counted the number of missiles in stock, they quickly reached an agreement.

The group leader who remained at the No. 3 missile depot directly agreed to the proposal to launch most of the missiles at once to maximize the impact on the enemy.

In the roar of 'For His Majesty the Emperor', the second and third missile depots of the Barrier Panzer Corps shook violently at the same time.

In the skyrocketing flames and air waves, a full forty missiles rose into the air at the same time, heading straight for Washington.

In an instant, the light shone the entire base as if it were day.

The dazzling brilliance was gone.

Forty missiles have disappeared before everyone's eyes.

Distances of several tens of kilometers.

It only takes more than ten seconds.

At the moment when the missile launch button was pressed, the people of the two missile depots and the two groups turned around at the same time, staring at the screen where the battle was raging.

Time passes by second.

In the expectation of the two groups of people, a large piece of light suddenly appeared in the distant sky on the screen.

Dozens of missiles were like fireworks in the air, dragging a long tail flame, and with an incomparably ferocious attitude, they rushed at full speed towards the US fighter group!

"Die. ”

Inside the missile depot, the two team leaders looked at the screen and muttered at the same time.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) "No!

"Damn, that's an enemy missile!"

At the same time, in a fighter plane at an altitude of less than 200 kilometers from Washington, Admiral Carcarol, chief of staff of the Air Force, who had personally arrived in Washington, looked at the dozens of missiles that suddenly appeared on the battlefield through the screen, and suddenly roared loudly.

The light of the missiles flying was brilliant and brilliant.

The light of the explosion was dazzling.

In the sky above Washington, one fire after another suddenly lit up.

In the earth-shattering explosion, forty missiles exploded one after another!

The remaining group of the Barrier Armored Corps was not greedy, and almost all of the missiles they fired were aimed at the fourth-generation fighter body.

The clear goals paid off in a huge way.

In a strong explosion, at least 20 fourth-generation fighters fell from the sky one after another, destroying and killing people!

And by this time, the ground forces of the auction had been completely wiped out.

Helicopter units lost most of their losses.

The fighter units are still desperately resisting, but the counterattack is getting weaker and weaker.

"Damn it! Damn bastard!"

Kakarol, who witnessed all this, slammed his fist into the cabin: "These losses could have been avoided, this could have been avoided!"

"Which stupid pig is directing Washington's air battles? I'm going to talk to him, right now!"

Carcarroll's aides immediately began to contact the commanders of the Washington battlefield.

"This is the Washington battlefield, this is the Washington battlefield, I am Colonel Swinton, the commander of the battlefield, Your Excellency the Chief of Staff, we are about to annihilate the enemy, give me another ten minutes!"

The call request was quickly connected.

In the communicator, the voice of Colonel Swinton, who commanded the air battle in Washington, sounded in the cabin, deep and majestic.

"Yes, Colonel Swinton, I saw your command, it was very wonderful, just a few seconds ago, I also saw that the enemy's missiles blew up more than twenty of our fourth-generation fighters at one time, just as it was as easy as blowing up more than twenty regiments of scrap metal. ”

Kakarol said coldly, his anger continued to rise, and finally he couldn't help but roar: "Send someone to the Barrier Panzer Corps immediately, destroy that damn base, I'm on my way to Washington, I'll personally pick up Mr. President and Field Marshal Ellahn, Colonel Swinton, I hope that by the time I arrive in Washington, you've already settled all the wars." ”

"Smack!"

As soon as Carcarroll's words fell, he took the initiative to cut off the communication.

A few seconds later, ten F-22 Evolved fighters with twenty fourth-generation fighter crews formed a new group and rushed directly in the direction of the Barrier Panzer Corps.

In the night, the rain continued.

That night, in the eyes of the whole world, the war in Washington finally came to an end in an uproar.

The elite of the 800 auction was wiped out.

Washington was destroyed.

There was a violent explosion at the base of the Fortress Panzer Corps.

The god of war Wang Lin Xuanyuan, side by side Wang Wang Fuyu and other important figures of the royal family left the Washington area safely.

In the two-hour fierce battle, the US military lost more than 150 fighters, including 60 fifth-generation fighters.

The number of helicopter gunships lost as high as almost three hundred.

A hundred main battle tanks were blown to scrap metal.

Missile losses are innumerable.

More than half of Washington's hundreds of thousands of citizens were killed or wounded.

More than fifty military generals were killed in the chaos.

In the ruins of Washington, there are mountains of bones and rivers of blood.

Fail.

Fiasco.

In this prelude war, the entire United States can be said to have been completely defeated, and its overall national strength has even been greatly affected.

Same day.

The prelude to the war came to an end.

The war in Asia has officially begun!

(End of chapter)