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

Inside the NATO joint command headquarters, General MacArthur stood in front of the battle map, his face ashen, his hands clenched tightly, his knuckles turning pale from exerting too much force.

Just a few minutes ago, he was confidently commanding the final offensive, convinced that Stalingrad would soon fall and NATO's iron hoof would set foot on the road to Moscow.

But now, the report from the front line was like a heavy blow, catching him off guard.

"Please repeat," he said, his voice low and dangerous, as if suppressing a volcano about to erupt, "What happened to our vanguard?"

The communications officer swallowed, the report paper in his hand trembling slightly with nervousness.

"General, our bridgehead has come under sudden and massive fire."

"According to preliminary statistics, nearly 4,000 soldiers and at least 60 tanks were destroyed. The crossing point is completely out of control, and the remaining troops are in an emergency retreat."

MacArthur turned around suddenly, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

“How is this possible? How is this possible?!”

He practically roared these words, his voice echoing in the command room and sending shudders down the spines of everyone present.

During his decades of military career, MacArthur had seen countless ups and downs on the battlefield, but he had never experienced such a dramatic reversal.

Despite having an absolute advantage and victory being within reach, his troops unexpectedly suffered a catastrophic blow.

This was not only a military setback, but also a heavy blow to his personal reputation.

"Stanley," MacArthur turned to his adjutant, his voice slightly hoarse from suppressed anger, "What kind of weapons attacked us? When did the Russians acquire such accurate and powerful firepower?"

Adjutant Colonel Stanley Wilson looked embarrassed and frowned.

He was MacArthur's right-hand man and usually provided the general with accurate intelligence analysis, but at this moment he was also confused.

"General, based on the survivors' descriptions and preliminary analysis, this firepower attack is similar in form to the Soviet Union's 'Katyusha' rocket artillery system."

Wilson explained cautiously.

"But there are several extremely unusual aspects. First, the accuracy of the firepower far exceeds that of conventional Katyushas, ​​almost reaching the level of precision-guided weapons."

"Secondly, the intensity of the firepower and the range of casualties were also incredibly large. It would be difficult for an ordinary rocket artillery cluster to cause such large-scale damage in such a short period of time."

MacArthur narrowed his eyes slightly: "You mean, this might be some new type of weapon that we don't know about?"

"Very likely, General." Wilson nodded, then added an even more disturbing detail. "Also, according to our radar station reports, at the time of the incident, no suspicious launch vehicles or rocket tracks were detected within a radius of fifty kilometers."

This information caused a murmur in the command room.

MacArthur's expression grew even more gloomy. As an experienced military commander, he immediately realized what this meant.

"You're saying," he said, his voice tinged with barely perceptible shock, "that this attack could have come from a location more than fifty kilometers away? Or perhaps from some weapon system capable of evading radar detection?"

Wilson nodded heavily. "Yes, General. We may be facing a brand new long-range precision strike weapon, and its technological level..."

He paused, as if choosing his words.

“Its technological level may be beyond our comprehension.”

MacArthur's face turned even darker.

As a senior general in the US military, he is well aware of the level of development of global military technology.

In today's world, almost no other country, except the United States itself, has the ability to achieve such precise and powerful long-range strikes.

But now, someone used this weapon, and the target was the NATO forces commanded by MacArthur.

“Longguo,” he practically squeezed the name out through his teeth. “This must be the work of Longguo. No other country can do this except them.”

Wilson didn't respond immediately, but his silence spoke volumes.

According to the latest intelligence, the Long Kingdom has indeed made amazing progress in the field of long-range precision strikes, especially in rocket artillery and ballistic missile technology.

But most experts believe that their technological level is still one era behind that of the Eagle Sauce. If the attack really came from Longguo, then the Eagle Sauce's military technological advantage may not be as great as they think.

MacArthur slammed his fist down on the map table with a loud bang, startling the surrounding officers.

“Damn it! This is a blatant provocation to the Eagle Sauce!” he roared, the wrinkles on his face becoming deeper with anger. “How dare the Dragon Kingdom directly intervene in this conflict and attack our troops? Who do they think they are?”

The atmosphere in the command room suddenly became more tense.

The direct military intervention of the Dragon Country will escalate this conflict, which was originally limited to the Soviet Union and NATO, into a global confrontation between major powers.

This situation is exactly what the Eagle Sauce has been trying to avoid.

"Contact Washington immediately," MacArthur ordered. "I need to speak directly to the President. At the same time, order all troops to adjust their deployment and increase their alert level."

“I want to learn in detail about the capabilities and limitations of this weapon, and how to effectively defend against it.”

Wilson sprang into action, but MacArthur stopped him: "Wait, Stanley. Before that, I want to teach those Russians and Chinese a lesson."

"Send a squadron of F-15 fighter jets, targeting the Soviet headquarters in Stalingrad. If they think they can attack us with impunity, they should know the consequences."

Wilson hesitated, but nodded in obedience.

It was a high-risk operation that could further escalate the conflict, but he knew that MacArthur would never stand idly by in such a situation.

The general's character was well known - he never backed down, never showed weakness, especially when faced with a direct challenge.

When the order was passed down, the F-15 Eagle fighter jet took off quickly and flew towards Stalingrad. MacArthur stood at the window, looking at the fighter planes flying away in the sky, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"I put in a lot of thought and took every step carefully, and forced the Russian bear into a desperate situation,"

He whispered to himself, his voice filled with resentment and anger.

"Now, everything is about to fall apart. No, I won't let that happen."

"No matter whether it's the Dragon Kingdom or the Bear Kingdom, don't try to stop my plan. Stalingrad must fall, and the Bear Kingdom must be disintegrated."

“This is the tide of history, no one can stop it!”