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

The huge sound of metal tearing was like the devil's nails scratching across the blackboard of hell, sharp and piercing.

The last "Qilin" tank, which was highly anticipated, was besieged by three wild orcs who played with it like a toy. Its precision turret equipped with a small electromagnetic gun was torn off from the vehicle body.

Then, it was thrown like garbage, hitting the ground dozens of meters away, exploding into a ball of brilliant sparks.

The firelight illuminated those hideous smiling faces covered in oil and blood.

"Roar--!"

They roared to the sky, the sound filled with the most primitive ecstasy and ruthless mockery of the weak prey.

……

A thunderous cheer had already erupted in the joint command center of the "Bear Eagle Alliance".

"We win! We win!"

A four-star general from the United States excitedly drank the expensive glass of whiskey in his hand.

"Good job!"

Marshal Malinov's always gloomy face now smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum.

He patted the shoulder of General Yingjiang beside him heavily.

"Comrade General, your 'Olympus' is even more beautiful than we imagined!"

"The Dragon People? Where's their genius? Where's their 'Mjolnir'?"

A Russian general laughed wantonly with sarcastic words.

"It seems that this is all they have. In the face of sheer numbers and overwhelming force, their fancy little toys are completely vulnerable!"

"Give the order!"

The general of the Eagle Sauce slowly stood up, and the calmness and confidence that belonged to a superior reappeared on his face.

"Let our 'Heavenly Punishment Army' advance on all fronts! Ignore those insignificant resistances! We've already knocked out their trump card."

"Now, their defense line is like a piece of window paper that can be broken with just one poke!"

"Target, the capital of Pennsylvania!"

"Tonight, I'm going to savor my victory cigar in the office of the Pennsylvania President!"

……

at the same time.

Hundreds of kilometers away.

In the temporary combat command base set up by the Dragon Kingdom behind Pennsylvania, the atmosphere was as solemn as a tomb.

"Report! Report to the commander!"

A young communications soldier rolled and crawled to open the door of the operations room.

"Front... Emergency at the front! The 'Qilin' experimental team... has been completely wiped out!"

This news, like a silent bomb, exploded in everyone's heart.

The president of the Republic of Pennsylvania, Holland, whose face, already looking pale due to anxiety, lost all its color in an instant.

His body swayed and he almost fell off the chair.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Even the Dragon people's most powerful electromagnetic gun tanks were cracked and completely destroyed by the enemy.

What else can they use to resist?

What can we use to stop the black death army composed of tens of thousands of invulnerable and powerful "monsters"?

Trembling, he looked towards the supreme commander present for help.

The old general, Song Zhenhua, just sat quietly and sipped the hot tea in his cup from beginning to end.

"General Song, this...what should we do?"

His voice became hoarse due to extreme fear.

However, what he didn't expect was.

Faced with this battle report that was enough to make any commander despair, Song Zhenhua's face still maintained a calm look.

He even had the leisure to slowly blow away the tea leaves floating on the rim of the cup.

"Why panic?"

He said calmly without even raising his eyelids.

"When the enemy comes, we will fight them; when the water comes, we will block it with earth. That's what war is all about."

"If the enemy comes, we will fight them; if the water comes, we will block it with earth?"

When Commander Holander heard this, he was so anxious that he almost cried.

He smiled bitterly, almost growling.

"General Song! My old friend! If only this were that simple!"

"You didn't see it with your own eyes! Those 'Brutal Orcs' are like monsters crawling out of hell!"

"Our ordinary bullets are just like tickling them! Even our main battle tanks are like paper in front of them!"

"Now, even your most advanced and most powerful 'Qilin' tank has been cracked by them using that weird shield!"

"We...what else can we use to deal with them now?!"

Facing the nearly desperate Holander, Song Zhenhua finally put down the teacup in his hand.

He slowly raised his head, and an elusive smile flashed in his old eyes, which always looked a little cloudy.

"Comrade Holland, don't be anxious."

He said.

"Who said that 'Qilin' is our last trump card?"

He stood up and stretched, making a crackling sound of bones.

Then, in a half-joking but serious tone, he gave an order to the entire command room that left everyone dumbfounded.

"Since those bastards on the other side are using a group of naked 'Brutal Orcs' as their vanguard."

"Then we can't show weakness."

"Everyone has it!"

His voice suddenly rose, full of sonorous power.

"Give them all to me, and attach the bayonets!"

"Signalman, put on the 'Big Sword March' for me!"

"Let's not try any high-tech stuff. Today, let's go with them and try something very primitive..."

"Countercharge!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire command room instantly fell into an atmosphere even more dead silent than before.

Commander Holander was completely dumbfounded.

He stared at Song Zhenhua in amazement, his expression as if he was looking at a madman who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

Countercharge? Bayonets?

How can we, with our fragile flesh and blood, fight hand-to-hand with monsters that can tear tanks apart with their bare hands?

This... this is like cracking an egg against a rock. What's the difference?!

"Song... General Song..."

Holland's lips trembled as he squeezed out a word with difficulty.

"Now, at this moment, please stop joking like this, okay?"

"Are you kidding? Who's kidding you?"

Song Zhenhua glared at him.

"I've never known what it means to joke when I'm fighting!"

After saying that, he actually took down a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle with a bayonet from the wall.

Then, without even looking at his equally stunned subordinates behind him, he strode towards the front-line position outside the command room, which was already under heavy artillery fire.

"Go! Guards, follow me! Let those bastards on the other side see what the heck is called the Sword Spirit!"

"..."

Looking at the old general's back, which was full of tragedy and determination as if he was heading to the execution ground, Holland was completely speechless.

He knew that no matter what he said, he could not persuade this "crazy" Dragon Kingdom God of War.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth, take his guards with him, and follow.

Soon, they arrived at the front line.

As soon as he came up, the strong and pungent smell mixed with gunpowder and blood choked Holander and made him cough violently.

Looking around, on the distant horizon, there was a beast tide consisting of tens of thousands of huge black figures, crushing everything on the earth and rolling towards them.

The suffocating feeling of oppression, like a thousand horses galloping, made the legs of this nominal head of state feel a little weak.

He has completely despaired.

He was even ready to close his eyes, waiting for his fate to be completely swallowed up by the black wave of death.

however.

Just when the beast tide had advanced to a distance of less than one kilometer from them, visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly.

"Woo-wu-wu-"

The familiar roar of transport planes flying low overhead resounded through the sky above their heads!

Then, under the astonished gaze of everyone.

One by one, huge metal airdrop pods that looked extremely heavy and resembled black coffins fell from the sky like meteorites, dragging long tails of flames!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Countless airdrop pods slammed heavily onto the open ground in front of them!

The huge impact force raised a huge cloud of dust that covered the sky!

And when the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

Holland, and all the surviving Pennsylvania soldiers present, their pupils shrank to the size of needle tips in an instant.

All they saw was the messy battlefield in front of them.

Suddenly, a group of thousands of well-organized soldiers appeared...divine soldiers from heaven.

They were dressed in dark red, huge and majestic power armor that combined the classical aesthetics of Dragon Country with a sense of future science fiction.

Each of them was like a three-meter-tall steel giant, quietly and slowly standing up from a half-kneeling position.

In their hands, they all held a "Zhulong" Gauss kinetic rifle with an exaggerated shape and a faint blue arc flashing on the muzzle.

And on their heavy shoulder armor, the bright red "August 1st" emblem was sprayed, burning like a flame.

It also clearly demonstrates their sacred identity.

no doubt.

That is a warrior from the Dragon Kingdom.