activa-t Chapter 279 Missile Interception
Chapter 279 Missile Interception
"Report! Enemy radar has locked onto us. The situation is critical! After a thorough system scan, the incoming missiles have been determined to be Nike-Hercules 2s. They are approaching us at an alarming speed. The estimated contact time is less than three minutes!"
The alarm sounded like a sharp arrow, suddenly piercing the solemn silence in the command room. The communicator's voice trembled slightly due to nervousness, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, splashing the flashing indicator lights on the control panel.
"Received. The superior's order has been issued - act freely and be sure to respond flexibly. All combat units remain highly vigilant!" The commander responded quickly. His voice was calm but could not hide the tension. His hands tapped rapidly on the command desk, conveying orders to each combat formation.
"Eagle, Eagle, everyone, respond freely! Repeat, respond freely, make the best decision immediately based on the actual situation on the battlefield, and be sure to protect our airspace!"
The command spread rapidly through the encrypted channel like electric current, instantly activating the combat nerves of every fighter plane and every warship.
At the same time, in a secret command center thousands of miles away, Ye Daofu was in a dim hall. The huge screen in front of him emitted a cold blue light, like a window to another world that controlled life and death.
Massive streams of satellite data swirled around him like a surging tide. Supercomputers meticulously crunched the numbers, revealing real-time battlefield footage before his eyes. He felt as if he were sitting in the best seat in a theater, except this "movie" was filled with smoke and death, and every second of plot twists gripped countless hearts.
As the Nike-Hercules missile left the launch pad, a blinding flame erupted from its tail, like a roaring dragon rising into the sky, instantly piercing the atmosphere. However, our radar system was no slouch either. Its ultra-high frequency waves, like a fine, celestial net, locked onto it in milliseconds.
"The target has been captured, the coordinates have been synchronized to all intercepting units, prepare to counterattack!" The radar soldier stared at the screen and shouted at the top of his lungs. The flashing cursor on the screen looked like a deadly soul-chasing talisman.
Along the coastline, warships resembling giant steel whales trembled in the waves. Missile silos opened one after another, and anti-aircraft interceptor missiles spurted out like silver arrows, trailing long tails of flame that pierced the sky. They were like a group of fearless interstellar hunters, with a clear goal: to strangle those deadly threats in mid-air.
And in the sun-scorching port of Tanamo Bay, the air raid sirens suddenly sounded, and the shrill screams cut through the sky, tearing apart the original leisure and laziness.
At first, the people were filled with excitement and pride. They flocked to the streets and balconies, looking up at the trajectory of the rising missile. Cheers and whistles rang out one after another, and children jumped for joy. In their eyes, it was a symbol of their invincible strength, and victory seemed to be within their grasp.
But in a flash, the scene suddenly changed. Missiles exploded without warning in the sky, the roar was deafening, and flames and thick smoke instantly engulfed the blue sky and white clouds, like a demon laughing wildly in the sky, and the "flowers of death" that exploded were terrifying.
"What happened? Why did it explode above our heads?!"
Some people in the crowd screamed in terror, their arms that had been raised high froze in mid-air, and their smiles were replaced by fear before they could even fade away.
One, two... more missiles sank into the sand one after another, turning into debris that rained down like a torrential rain. The port was instantly in chaos, with shouts and cries intertwined.
Those who had some knowledge of military affairs turned pale as paper, their lips trembling as they spoke the cruel truth: "It's over, all our missiles have been intercepted! This... How is this possible!"
Everyone seemed to have been hit by a heavy blow, and their pride was instantly shattered. The weapon of the country that they were so proud of was so vulnerable, as if it was a paper toy that was easily dismantled.
Inside the radar command center, intelligence poured in like snowflakes, and feedback data flashed wildly on the screen, leaving every operator stunned.
"A speed of 3.9 Mach, can it be stopped? It's simply a fantasy!" Someone muttered to himself, his eyes full of shock and confusion, his hands hanging limply at his sides, as if he had lost the courage to control the battle situation.
The news seemed to have taken flight, reaching the presidential palace in a flash. Upon hearing the report, President Trudeau leaped from his chair, his papers scattering to the floor. His eyes widened, a vein throbbing in his forehead. His face was filled with shock, then with a deep sense of dread. "Immediately issue orders to defend Tanamo Bay Harbor at all costs! Mobilize all available resources. I will not allow this defense to collapse at this moment!"
As he spoke, he clenched his fists, as if to crush this sudden misfortune. However, the tension and haze that permeated the air continued to spread like cancer cells, eroding the entire country's fighting spirit...