An azure planet was embedded in the sky, and beneath it was a desolate field of rock and dust, with no wind or clouds, and everything seemed to freeze. This is the moon.

A small transport ship approached the crater. At the foot of the hill is a mining site where huge excavators and drillers have ravaged the surface and is next to a bottomless pit. Surrounding the pit is a base, with more than 30 buildings, communication stations, ecological cabins, and medical cabins. At the top of one of the site's tallest buildings, there is an abstract volcanic pattern—the symbol of Olympus—the largest commercial entity on the planet.

There are more than a hundred more bases like this on the moon, of which 17 belong to the Group of Sixty-Four, 11 to the League of Nations, 3 to the South Pacific Entente, and all the rest belong to Olympus.

The transport ship gradually approached the tarmac. Four beams of gas erupted, and the ship landed steadily on the tarmac.

"Mr. Green, you have come at the right time. I think your presence will help us solve many problems......"

An old man of medium stature and full white hair in a bulky spacesuit struggled to crawl out of the cramped hatch, took off his helmet, and shook his spirits, and a young man in a black uniform hurried to meet him.

"Mr. Green, it's been a the road"

"You're welcome, tell me what's wrong. I don't want to listen to nonsense. The old man panted and took off his spacesuit, and said with a serious face, "—don't you have a spaceship?" You want me to come on a cargo ship! ”

As he spoke, several more astronauts emerged from the hatch. They came with the old man, and the people in the base were very respectful to them.

"Over the past forty-eight hours, there have been a number of inexplicable glitches in the base. Half of our communications devices are ineffective, and the other half can only receive gibberish, so much so that our last message was sent 13 hours ago. In addition, five of our six transport vessels were unable to start, and the electronic systems were found to be severely damaged. And our two landing craft are also useless, also because of the electronic system. The local control system, the upper-air monitoring system, and the autonomous measurement system were also damaged......"

"To the point, I don't want to listen to nonsense."

"We suspect that these failures are all man-made and may be some kind of targeted electromagnetic attack ......"

"You 'doubt', 'maybe'. Director Hegel, you weren't that kind of person before. The old man interrupted him and said in a tone of instruction.

The young man was stunned for a moment, realizing that he had indeed lost his proportions, which had never been done before.

A piece of the ceiling slammed down, nearly hitting the old man, revealing the charred pipes inside. "This way, the airlock door is broken." Said the young man.

Along the way, technicians in orange uniforms mingled with operators who had been withdrawn from the damaged compartment, and chaos ensued in the corridors. The lights above him flickered on and off, and it looked like he had been badly damaged.

The old man's attitude softened a little, "Tell me what you need." ”

"I would like to ask Headquarters to bring in the nearest Armed Guard, to send two more air squadrons to reinforce patrols in Sectors 5 and 6, and that we need a new batch of weapons. The garrison here is empty. I had an ominous premonition that was getting stronger and stronger......"

"Are you afraid of the G64?" The old man interrupted him, and his tone became serious again, "Director Hegel, you have indeed changed. When I was at the academy, I admired you so much. You've never been like you are today, panicking like this just because of the failure of a few devices. It seems that in the past five years, not only has you not been tempered, but you have also become a rumorous waste. You should be ashamed. ”

The young man bowed his head and said no more. But the old man knew in his heart that targeted electromagnetic attacks often preceded large-scale air strikes, and the nearest base was 175 kilometers away and not equipped with fighters. If there is an air raid at this time, then it is almost impossible for them to cope. But the question is, who will attack them? The G64? Do they dare?

Passing through a corridor, the group came to the control center.

"Communication code 0717, this is Mine 26, please reply if you receive it, please reply when you receive it......" A communicator yelled into the walkie-talkie, "Sir, all the channels have been tried, and we can't send messages." ”

"Have you tried the backup system as well?"

"Tried, it didn't work."

"You should have sent your ship to ask for help from the outside world, not two and a half hours ago." The old man reprimanded.

There was a moment of silence, and the old man had a point.

Suddenly, a radar monitor said, "Sir...... You'd better check this out. ”

I saw two points of light appear on the radar, at a distance of 670 kilometers, at a speed of 0.8 times the speed of sound, flying at an ultra-low altitude, neither like a fighter nor a missile. If it's a fighter, this volume is too small, and if it's a missile, this speed is too slow. It's the year 2083, and that's not as fast as the broken copper and iron of fifty or sixty years ago.

"It's accelerated! Mach 1.2, Mach 1.4, Mach 1.7 ......" exclaimed the monitor.

"Get down, look out kid, this is the last time I'll teach you how to fight." The old man pushed the young man away, "No. 000106C takes over the command platform." I'm H. Green, and from now on all personnel will be under my command. ”

At Olympus, each person has their own code, and the letter at the end of the code represents the person's rank, with the highest A grade and the lowest K grade. Director Hegel is an E grade, two grades below Mr. Green.

"Listen to your teachings." With that, the young man took a step back, gave up his position, and stood respectfully to the side.

"All the operators are in place, and the autonomous system is changed to manual control, and the electronic control is changed to mechanical control. Repeat, changing the autonomous system to manual control and electronic control to mechanical control. ”

"02 and 03 phalanx listen to my command, Type 04 stun bombs, 36,000 rounds, azimuth 03 04, fire after 45 seconds."

"Channel the energy of the second circuit into Tower 04, charge the laser interceptor, prepare the electromagnetic interference bomb, and activate the 01 anti-aircraft gun."

75 km, 60 km, 45 km, closer, closer. They are climbing. It doesn't matter what he is, let's fight it down first! The two 11-barreled close defense guns were already aimed at the sky, and everyone held their breath and waited for the old man's command.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, it's now, fire!" Two tongues of fire erupted from the base, like two dragons rushing into the distance with full of rage. As the close-in defense cannon turned, a dense barrage formed in the air. The two unknown flying machines happened to be at the highest point, and were about to dive, when they received the first blow and exploded in the air.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But that's not all.

Two more light spots appeared on the radar, different from the previous two, they were larger, and so on, no, why are there more and more, four eight, twelve...... Thirty-two!

"Four rounds of electromagnetic interference bombs, ready!"

As the distance narrowed, everyone was finally able to tell that it was a fighter plane they had never seen before. As you can see from the telescope, this fighter is an inverted triangle as a whole, with a smooth shape and gray-black appearance, powered by rocket engines on the tail and wings on both sides, and the light blue tail flame is more than 10 meters long, rushing over here at a very fast speed. There were six missiles of undistinguishable models on the belly of the plane, and it seemed that a fierce battle was inevitable.

Thirty-two fighters formed a V-shaped queue and fired a row of missiles at a distance of 120 kilometers from the base. Thirty-two missiles swooped down on the base with teeth and claws, unstoppable.

"Mr. Green......"

"Get out of here!" The old man pushed the young man into the safety cabin and locked the hatch. Let the young man bang on the door and shout inside.

"Run!" In the control room, everyone rushed towards the corridor as if they were fleeing, only the old man paced to the porthole, standing silently, watching the row of missiles dragging the flaming light approaching rapidly.

The first wave of thirty-two missiles hit, and the base was plunged into a sea of fire, groans, wails, and one after another.

The second wave of thirty-two missiles hit, the towering launch tower collapsed, and the majestic gantry crane twisted into a ball of scrap metal.

The third wave of 32 missiles hit, and there was a dead silence in the base, and there was no movement.

The armor of the safety capsule is thick, and the people inside will not be harmed at all. Director Hegel watched in despair as his subordinates fell one by one in the flames, powerless.

Thirty-two warplanes triumphantly flew over the ruins. Through the porthole, he clearly saw a golden helmet, flashing in the cockpit of the lead plane.