Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

"Could it be that the Dragon people actually took the initiative to launch mushroom bombs at us?!"

Joseph's voice echoed in the conference room, full of disbelief.

In an instant, all arguments disappeared, leaving only deathly silence.

The young officer stood there, his legs shaking, clearly feeling the sudden increase in pressure in the room.

Marshal Malinov was the first to react. He stood up suddenly, and his chair fell backwards with a sharp bang due to the sudden movement.

"Comrade Joseph, we must move you to the underground air-raid shelter immediately! The Bear Country cannot risk losing you!"

His voice was particularly high-pitched because of nervousness.

Several other senior generals also stood up and expressed their agreement.

"Yes, Comrade Joseph, your safety is the top priority of the Bear Country! We must act immediately!"

There was a sudden commotion in the conference room, and several security personnel quickly moved towards Joseph, ready to escort the supreme leader of the Bear Country to a safe area.

But to everyone's surprise, Joseph's reaction was not fear, but an almost crazy anger.

His face turned from pale to scarlet, and his eyes were blazing with anger. He looked not like a leader frightened by the nuclear threat, but rather like an enraged beast.

"Shut up!" Joseph roared, his voice echoing in the conference room like thunder.

He waved his hand violently, sweeping the documents on the table to the ground, and the papers flew everywhere.

"I'm not going to any dugout! I, Joseph, am no deserter!"

He placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and scanned everyone in the conference room with his eyes like a knife.

"You are a bunch of rubbish who call yourself the military elite of the Russian bear!"

Every word he uttered was like a poisoned dagger, stabbing the senior military officials present.

"Don't we always boast about Moscow's impregnable air defense system? Don't we say we have the ability to intercept any incoming weapons?"

Several marshals and generals looked at each other, and no one dared to speak at this time.

Joseph's anger was notoriously terrible, especially in such a critical moment, any inappropriate remarks could lead to disaster.

"Now, it's your time to prove yourself!"

Joseph slammed the table hard, his voice filled with unquestionable command.

"Immediately, immediately intercept this missile! If Moscow is really bombed, I will be destroyed along with Moscow! But before that, you must do everything in your power to stop it!"

Air Force Marshal Novikov was the first to react, and his military instinct immediately put him into wartime mode.

He quickly picked up the red phone on the table and began to issue a series of orders.

"Order all units of the Moscow Air Defense Sector to the highest state of alert! All available interceptor missile systems to be immediately ready!"

"Order all fighter squadrons within 200 kilometers of Moscow to take off urgently and intercept the incoming targets!"

Chief of the General Staff Vasilevsky also took immediate action and began to coordinate the actions of the ground air defense forces.

"Activate all S-25 surface-to-air missile systems! Order the 'Moscow-3' radar station to fully monitor the incoming ballistic trajectory!"

The conference room suddenly became a temporary command center, with officers moving in and out quickly, bringing the latest intelligence and conveying combat orders.

The telephones rang one after another, and the encrypted telegraph machines kept working, making a regular clicking sound.

Joseph stood in the middle of the room, his hands behind his back, watching all this coldly.

His anger seemed to subside slightly, but it was replaced by a more terrifying calmness.

Everyone knows that beneath this apparent calm often hides a more terrifying storm.

In less than five minutes, the first battle report was delivered to the conference room.

Air Force Marshal Novikov took the report, glanced at it quickly, and his expression became even more solemn.

"Report to Comrade Joseph," his voice was a little stiff, "We have launched the first batch of interceptor missiles, but...but..."

"But what? Say it!" snapped Joseph.

“But the interception failed.”

Novikov said with difficulty, "The flying height and speed of the Dragon Country's missiles far exceeded our expectations."

"Preliminary calculations show that its speed has exceeded Mach 8, which is beyond the capabilities of our existing interception system."

Joseph's face turned pale in an instant, his hands clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned pale from excessive force.

"Then launch more interceptor missiles! Mobilize all resources!" he roared. "Is this all the Russian air defense system can do?!"

Novikov could only nod in agreement and picked up the phone again to give orders.

Meanwhile, another report arrived, this time addressed to Vasilevsky.

After reading the report, the experienced chief of general staff's expression was no longer just solemn, but a helplessness close to despair.

He took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to report to Joseph.

"Comrade Joseph, we have launched three waves of interceptor missiles, a total of 86, but all... all have failed."

His voice was almost trembling. "This missile from Dragon Country is not only fast, but also highly maneuverable. It seems to be able to predict our interception trajectory and evade it..."

Joseph's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations. Instead of bursting into anger again, he showed an almost weird sneer.

"Highly maneuverable? Predictable trajectory?" He repeated these words, his voice full of sarcasm. "It seems that the Dragon people are much smarter than we thought."

At this moment, another communicator hurried into the conference room and reported directly to Marshal Novikov.

"Comrade Marshal, our MiG-29 fighter formation has taken off, but... but they report that they are unable to approach the target!"

"The Dragon Country's missiles are already flying outside the atmosphere. Our fighter planes simply cannot reach that altitude!"

Novikov's face was full of frustration. He knew that his proud air force had completely lost its effectiveness in this battle.

Marshal Malinov unconsciously took a step back, as if trying to stay away from Joseph who was about to explode.

Joseph slowly walked to the window and looked at the night sky through the gap in the heavy curtains.

Above the dark sky, a missile from the Dragon Country was flying towards its target at an unstoppable speed, but the military power that the Bear Country was proud of seemed so powerless at this moment.

"How is this possible..." Joseph muttered to himself, his voice no longer filled with anger, but with a deep sense of disbelief. "That tiny Dragon Country, the country we once considered a little brother, now possesses such advanced technology?"

He turned around, faced the senior military officers in the silent conference room, and spoke slowly.

“It seems that we know too little about the Dragon Nation. Perhaps… perhaps we have underestimated their strength.”

The air in the conference room seemed to freeze. Everyone held their breath, staring intently at their leader.

Joseph's words were like a bolt from the blue to the senior officials of the Bear Country.

This means that their strategic judgments about Longguo over the years may have been completely wrong.

Commander Bogdanov then spoke cautiously:

"Comrade Joseph, we have one last possibility... Maybe this isn't a nuclear weapon. Maybe the Dragon Nation is just demonstrating its technological prowess, conducting a deterrent test..."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Joseph's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by doubt.

"Whatever it is, this shows that the Dragon Nation has mastered technology that we cannot match. This technology may even surpass that of the Eagle Sauce..."

Just then, a young radar technical officer rushed into the conference room.

“Report! The Longguo missile has changed its course! It…it’s not heading towards Moscow! It’s flying towards the Arctic Ocean!”