At 11:55 p.m. on October 18, Baghdad time, Iraqi state television began broadcasting live to the world.

Television and internet operators around the world did not expect the Alliance's military operations to be so transparent, and they were all caught off guard by the live broadcast of the missile swarm. Although there is such a gimmick as live broadcasting the war, the ratings are absolutely conceivable, but the Arabs have too little time for the operators to react, and they have wasted the opportunity to take advantage of the war to make a lot of advertising money!

The "Feiyue" is still hovering slowly over the Black Sea, and several monitors in the cabin are also full of different images of preparation for launch, and their clarity and angle are much better than those of the television station.

Of course, this is still the credit of Xiaoling. The miniature stealth aircraft on the "Fengshen" has long been dispersed to various launch positions by the "Tiansha", and the high-definition images they transmit back are naturally extraordinary.

Under the clear blue sky, in the desert near the Baghdad International Airport, at a glance, at the rear of the launch vehicle, which occupies an extremely wide area and is neatly arranged, densely packed, cylinders painted with the logo of "Colorful Flowing Clouds" have been erected, emitting a gloomy glow in the bright sunlight. In a few minutes, they will take the wrath of Arabia upon the infidels.

The launch site was silent, and no one was seen except for these huge numbers of launch vehicles and missile launchers. The live camera slowly zooms in, and there is a full-body close-up of the nearest transmitter.

However, it is shown that this is an extremely ordinary missile launcher, and it is not different from all the images that people usually see - at least for now, it seems that way, and there is nothing special about it.

The camera gradually zoomed out, and finally switched to the angle of aerial photography from the air, and people's feelings suddenly became much more intuitive.

The launch vehicles were lined up in such a way that it was as if they had been accurately measured with a ruler and were being inspected by people. And in this phalanx of launchers, one missile after another stood proudly, proudly in the sky, fierce, sharp, bloodthirsty, and cold, as if even the scorching midday sun had lowered its temperature a lot.

From the aerial footage, one can roughly estimate the number of these missiles that are ready to be launched, which is about two hundred and forty.

Although the live broadcast of Iraqi state television this time only silently provided live footage and did not have a single commentary, the missile group that hit such a huge scale was itself full of tremendous visual impact, and any language description always felt a little pale. It is better to show it silently in front of the world, but it will have stronger psychological pressure.

The subtitles are out.

This is just one of the missile positions of the Divine Alliance. There are also three missile clusters of similar size, one in Libya, one in Egypt and one in Syria, which will be launched at 12 o'clock to attack Allied military bases in southern Europe and Allied fleets in the Mediterranean.

Around these launch sites is an air defense network composed of an even larger number of Comet individual missiles, providing the "Meteor" missiles with a defense force sufficient to deal with any attack.

In the air, apart from some helicopter gunships and a few obsolete Soviet-made fighters, there are only two stealth fighters in the air and space without a trace, which are used to guard against possible bombing actions by NATO allies. Because the Americans' war strategy from beginning to end has been to strike first. There is no guarantee that they will not preemptively launch missiles or send fighter planes to carry out precision bombing outside the theater of operations when the "Meteor" missiles are about to be launched.

Strangely, however, it was almost twelve o'clock, and the Allies were still only on guard, without any signs or signs of early action. Even the ships in the Mediterranean turned around and began to withdraw to the western part of the Mediterranean, apparently trying to distance themselves from the missile threat as much as possible.

Only, as Agade mentioned in his televised address:

They have nowhere to run!

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The mahjong competition on the "Feiyue" has stopped, and everyone is sitting in front of the TV, ready to start their lunch, while quietly waiting to enjoy the spectacular spectacle of the Divine Alliance's mass missiles.

Xiao Jin and Chen Dan took the wolf cubs to rejoice, shouting and shuttling in the cabin. Perhaps only in these three little hearts, the world is still beautiful, and tomorrow is still beautiful, and it is impossible to think that a great war is coming, and that humanity may enter a thermonuclear war and finally destroy itself......

The elders gathered together and talked about the hegemony of the United States and the counterattack of the Divine Alliance. The juniors also gathered around, arguing endlessly. Two beautiful flight attendants were arranging their midday meal and drinks without even glancing at the TV.

For these Heavenly Gate disciples, as long as there is a sect master, it means safety. It is impossible for any war between the worlds to affect the state of mind of these cultivators.

Zhang Bowen took the employees of Tianfeng Jewelry to dine in another cabin. It's not that Han Feng is treated differently, but Zhang Bowen thinks that the chairman and the general manager have a family dinner, which is a private space, so he took the initiative to decline Han Feng's invitation - in fact, if these employees and the group boss are really allowed to eat at the same table, they will definitely not be able to let go, and they will not feel comfortable, so it is better to separate!

"Don't tell Lao Tzu that these big missiles are not produced by Tianfeng!" Liu Shuai is biting his ears with Han Feng, because many things are really inconvenient for the elders to know. It's just that now it's very likely that it will involve his own income again, so he has to grab the crazy brother and ask him clearly, regardless of the number of people.

"Say! How many of these missiles were sold to the Arabs? How much money was sold! Liu Shuai whispered viciously in Han Feng's ear. Xiao Zhengtai has a reason to be mad, after all, even he, the shareholder and general manager, doesn't know what his group has produced and how much it has sold...... What if that dead madman had wiped out the money that should have been given to him, it would have been a tragedy on earth!

"Not much...... Stay away from me, Lao Tzu's ears have been bitten off by you! The crazy brother exaggeratedly plucked his ears and stretched out an index finger:

"That's all. 1,000 pieces, each selling for $10 million. ”

"Huh? Only sold 10 billion in total? So little? Liu Shuai is not calm - although he is already very calm enough:

"It's such a big guy to sell for so much money...... Honestly, is there any cheating to eat rebates? ”

The crazy brother glanced at him with disdain, and before he could open his mouth to fight back, he heard Zhao Feifei beside him cheering:

"Shoot! ! ”