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　"No, sir. This time it's not two planes, it's 70," said the soldier who came to report the news.

　This sentence made General Van Herk tense instantly. He pushed open the office door, put buttered bread and coffee on the desk, and said, "Let's go to the command center!"

　……

　After Glenn Van Hek arrived at the command center, he saw on the big screen that there were 70 red signs in the sea and air space within the Bering Strait and the Aleutian Islands, gradually moving northeast towards Alaska.

　"Are those red-headed Russians crazy?" Glenn Van Herk was puzzled. With a stern face, he ordered the operator next to him, "Connect me to Nome Air Force Base."

　"Yes!"

　After the communication was connected, Glenn Van Heck called out: "SB, this is the North American Aerospace Defense Command. We have detected 70 enemy aircraft in your area of ​​responsibility. Please confirm."

　Three seconds later, a message came back from Nome Air Force Base: "Stop it, headquarters, everything is normal here, over!"

　"SB, this is not a joke! Please confirm again whether there are any abnormalities in the airspace you are responsible for." The inconsistency of bilateral information made Admiral Van Hek feel a little uneasy.

　Nome Air Force Base replied: "Reporting to headquarters, our radar arrays and optical observations have not found any suspicious signs so far. Everything is normal, over!"

　Nome Air Force Base's answer was serious and did not seem like a lie, but the 70 red enemy aircraft logos on the big screen of the North American Aerospace Defense Command were so real and eye-catching.

　At this moment, a technician on the other side suddenly raised his hand and said, "Sir, there may be a minor malfunction in one of our attack identification system modules..."

　"Is there a malfunction?" Van Hek muttered to himself, then spoke into the communication again: "SB, my information is inconsistent with yours. We are conducting tests to find system errors."

　Nome Air Force Base responded: "We don't have any enemy aircraft on our radar. Command, your screens are showing something that doesn't exist. Over."

　Just as everyone was trying to figure out what was going on, the 70 red enemy aircraft symbols suddenly disappeared. Then, on the electronic map, the same situation reappeared in the sea and airspace southwest of Los Angeles.

　Only this time there are not 70 logos, but more than 100.

　"Shit! Connect to Vandenberg Air Force Base!" Glenn Van Hek saw this and his tension increased by 20%, and he shouted.

　After Van Herk was connected, he called Vandenberg Air Force Base: "ZX-6, there are more than 100 enemy aircraft in your airspace and they are approaching your unit. Please confirm and respond."

　"Everything is normal, headquarters." The commander of Vandenberg Air Force Base looked at the empty radar screen and replied, "There's nothing on the radar. Headquarters, are you receiving any abnormal information?"

　"We do have a problem here..." General Van Herk replied.

　"Could it be the interference of the solar storm? The recent sunspot activity

　The commander of Vandenberg Air Force Base wanted to give the Air Defense Command a heads-up.

　"We don't know what's going on at the moment. You just stay alert and do your own thing." Van Hek indicated that there was no need to meddle.

　Then he asked the soldier who had just reported the problem. "Hey, how's the system check going? Is there really a glitch? Isn't it a file bug like the one in the civil aviation incident a few days ago?"

　"Reporting to the commander, the system is in the process of self-checking, and there are indeed errors reported regarding IFF so far. Whether there are other errors remains to be checked." The soldier answered while typing on the keyboard.

　"Shit...disappeared again?" On the big screen, a large number of enemy aircraft signs disappeared over the sea area southwest of Los Angeles, just like before.

　To be on the safe side, after the big screen returned to normal, everyone at the North American Aerospace Defense Command did not let down their guard. They decided to contact their subordinates one by one to ask if they had found any abnormalities.

　Everything has its priorities, and the North American Aerospace Defense Command first asked the air force bases around Washington.

　NORAD: "SD, uh... there might be a glitch in our attack identification system. Anything on your radar?"

　As he finished speaking, an air defense alarm and a deafening roar came from the channel: "The sky is full of military aircraft!"

　This attitude startled everyone at NORAD. "SD, what's going on? Please repeat!"

　"I saw the military planes over the coastal highway with my own eyes! How the hell did these old antiques sneak in?! We could see the planes with our own eyes, but they only showed up on the radar screen!" The person on the radio from Washington was shouting hysterically.

　When these words came out, all the officers and soldiers of the North American Aerospace Defense Command were dumbfounded. Van Heck asked, "Why didn't you report the abnormality?"

　"We just discovered it! We were about to report it when you called first!"

　No matter how unbelievable it is, the most important thing now is to make good emergency response deployments, and the North American Aerospace Defense Command acted promptly.

　"Everyone, enter combat mode. Immediately contact the combat forces surrounding the incident area! And confirm whether other airspace is safe..."

　"Sir, the system self-check is complete! The satellite, hydroacoustic and PAVE PAWS radar systems have all detected anomalies! They cannot be used normally!" The soldier responsible for the system self-check reported the final inspection results.

　Van Herk cursed and shouted to the military's public channel, "Attention all troops! The satellite detection system has failed, and the hydroacoustic detection system and PAVE PAWS early warning radar are also inoperable! All troops must do everything possible to strengthen active communication between them. God bless America..."

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　At 17:45 pm, the 1st Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment, was stationed at the border between northeastern Virginia and Washington, D.C., USA.

　Private First Class James Ramirez could never have imagined that in modern America, the East Coast would be hit by a large-scale military attack.

　If this matter had been left unsolved and someone had said this to him, he would have advised the old man to drink less.

　But now, it was happening right in front of him.

　The battalion-level unit to which Ramirez belongs is a motorized light infantry battalion, whose main mobile vehicles are armored Humvees and M-ATV armored vehicles.

　Because the highway infrastructure leading directly to the city center was destroyed by intelligence-based deep-sea espionage operations, they have now changed their route and are passing through a community in the suburbs of Washington, DC.

　The sunset should be a very beautiful scene, if you ignore the "World War I planes" flying all over the sky and the umbrella flowers blooming continuously.

　In the distance, friendly anti-aircraft fire occasionally blazed into the sky, sending tracer bullets flying. But these bullets pale and powerless against the dark mass of aircraft.

　There is no way. The US military's field air defense is really shameful among the five major gangsters on the blue planet. After all, why do you need field air defense when you have the best air force in the world?

　The land-based air defense network in Washington DC... emmmm, the North American Aerospace Defense Command is half blind; for the deep sea with superior electronic warfare capabilities, is it true that Washington's local land-based air defense network can't handle it?

　As the convoy continued to advance, the radio on the car's center console kept broadcasting the tragic radio reports from friendly forces: "Enemy paratroopers are approaching! We are cut off! I repeat, we are cut off, Broken Arrow! Broken Arrow!"

　"Sergeant Foley, where is our Air Force?" Ramirez expressed his doubts about the fact that there were relatively few Air Force planes along the way.

　"It's just that there are fewer in our direction. Most of the first batch of planes took off to protect the Washington-Baltimore line. As for the second batch, they should now be intercepting enemy planes over the eastern coast of Washington."

　"Baltimore... what a wonderful girl!" The Humvee driver next to him, upon hearing the word Baltimore, thought of his own in-game love. He, always the most lively of the camp, sobbed in mock sorrow.

　"You're useless! Only those who can't find a wife in real life will cry all day long while hugging the paper man in the game!" If the driver hadn't been driving, Sergeant Foley would have punched the driver in the helmet.

　"Sergeant, ship girls are no longer paper people." The pilot shrugged off the criticism from his superiors.

　"They are not Miss Enterprise, but they are still Miss Baltimore." Sergeant Foley poured a bucket of cold water on the driver.

　Ramirez Rao

　I asked the driver with interest, "Do you prefer a helpful, righteous, athletic girl, or a flashy, marching band and cheerleader?"

　"Stop talking, there's something wrong with the car ahead!" Sergeant Foley gestured to stop the tense chat and pointed to the front.

　The speed of the lead vehicle slowed down a bit, and the machine gunner on the roof seemed to have discovered something. He turned the Lao Gan Ma in the vehicle and fired long bursts of shots at a bush not far away.

　At this time, an armored vehicle rushed out of the bushes, and the deep-sea version of the QF-1 anti-aircraft gun on the vehicle turned to face the Ranger Battalion's convoy.

　"Oh, Shit! Everyone get out of the car and disperse!" Sergeant Foley shouted with his pupils constricted.

　Chapter 245 “We Are Wolverines” (2)

　The high-energy laser bullets fired from the deep-sea version of the QF-1 anti-aircraft gun penetrated the armor plates of the leading armored Humvee, which could only defend against light weapons fire, like a hot knife cutting through butter.

　The high temperature of the light bomb melted the Hummer's engine, ignited the oil and gas in the generator cylinder, and then ignited the fuel tank, causing a violent explosion.

　The soldiers in the car who didn't have time to get out were all burned beyond recognition by the high temperature of the light bomb and the shock wave of the explosion, and died on the spot.

　Behind the Humvee in which Sergeant Foley was sitting, there were two other Humvees with TOW anti-tank missiles on their roofs. After discovering the rushing armored vehicles, these two Humvees immediately launched missiles.

　Perhaps because the distance was too close, it was within a safe distance; the missile launched by the car closer to the front hit the deep-sea armored vehicle, but did not explode.

　The Humvee at the rear accurately hit the body of the deep-sea armored vehicle and succeeded. The smoke and flames raised after the hit indicated that the missile was successfully detonated.

　But it seemed to be of no use. The TOW missile had a high probability of hitting the non-core area of ​​the vehicle, and the anti-aircraft gun of the deep-sea armored vehicle continued to fire at the US military convoy.

　The muzzle of the anti-aircraft gun turned towards the Hummer that had just shot at it, as if it was seeking revenge.

　After a few flares were fired, the two anti-tank missile Hummers were directly scrapped.

　The remaining American soldiers got off their vehicles and dispersed into houses and bushes on the roadside.

　"Anti-tank team! Team!" Sergeant Foley shouted, "Focus your fire on the front of that armored vehicle! The rest of you provide covering fire!"

　Under the command of Sergeant Foley, the anti-tank team found a suitable place, took out the M3 MAAWS and AT-4 rocket launchers, and fired at the front of the armored vehicle - the part that the soldiers believed was the engine part.

　"Boom! Boom!" With two sounds, two armor-piercing rockets, dragging orange-red tail flames, rushed straight towards the place where the crosshairs of the barrel were aimed.

　"Hit!" the fire team's soldiers announced the good news on the squad voicemail. "Let's see how you can move now, you bastard!!"

　However, contrary to expectations, the deep-sea armored vehicle continued to move slowly after being hit, but it looked sluggish and laborious.

　It was obvious that the two bullets did not completely paralyze the armored vehicle, but only made it lame, not break its legs.

　Ramirez was incredulous, saying, "What the hell is this car? The engine took a heavy and light round, and it's still running?!"

　"Fuck! Its muzzle is turned again!" a soldier shouted.

　Sergeant Foley put away his gun and immediately retreated in the opposite direction, using the cover of houses, vegetation, and other things. "Run! Throw cigarettes as cover as you retreat!"

　The Baltimore chef driver in the previous chapter fired a grenade at the armored vehicle with his M203A1 gun.

　"Kyle, grenades are useless against that thing! Let's go!" Ramirez rushed forward, grabbed his collar, and told him to evacuate the current shelter.

　Kyle responded, "I fired a smoke grenade! Who the hell would fire a grenade at an armored target?"

　They had barely walked twenty meters when the bunker Kyle had been in was accurately hit by the Deep Sea Armored Vehicle's machine gun. Kyle couldn't help but feel fortunate that he owed Ramirez a life-saving favor.

　The team led by Sergeant Foley moved away from the deep-sea armored vehicle under the cover of smoke.

　The group ran to a relatively safe place, and Sergeant Foley used traditional American military skills to call his superiors: "Overlord, this is H Company, 2nd Platoon, 1st Squad, requesting air support! Over!"

　"H Company, 2nd Platoon, 1st Squad, all air units have already launched. There are currently no aircraft available to support you." The superior replied, "However, your ground reinforcements are on the way. The bad news is that they have been hit by enemy cruise missiles to varying degrees, so they may arrive later. Over!"

　Sergeant Foley was extremely puzzled as to what kind of enemy could drop missiles on the US military.

　As he thought about it, he continued to report on his team's situation. "We have encountered enemy mechanized forces and are now advancing on foot. Over!"

　The superior was silent for a few seconds, then spoke with a heavy tone, "By the way, when you encountered the enemy just now, did you notice anything unusual?"

　"What's unusual? The engine block of the enemy armored vehicle was hit by two consecutive armor-piercing shells from an individual rocket launcher, but it still maintained a certain degree of mobility." Sergeant Foley repeated what he had just experienced.

　Plus, that armored vehicle looks like something from our great-grandfather's time, but the shells it fires are like something out of a science fiction movie."

　"I understand. How much did you lose?" asked the Overlord.

　Sergeant Foley said: "In the battle just now, our platoon combat team lost

　Half the staff, finished!"

　The superior sighed and said, "Listen, Sergeant Foley, the enemy we are facing this time is different from the past. Don't be deceived by their retro attire and equipment.

　Also, it's best to keep a low profile. If you can't, find a place to hide to ensure your safety. According to the 29th Infantry Division Airborne Brigade of the National Guard stationed in Washington, D.C., these enemies have very strong defenses. Weapons like grenades and rocket launchers can only incapacitate them. Heavy weapons like bazookas are needed to completely kill them. Over!

　"Calling Overlord, our anti-armor ammunition has been used up in the battle just now, over!" Sergeant Foley gave his superior a sad news.

　The superior was silent for a few seconds, then said with a heavy tone, "Hide yourself well. I wish you good luck and hope you can come back alive."

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　In the urban area of ​​​​Washington, D.C., an airborne assault brigade of the 29th Division of the National Guard, responsible for garrisoning the capital, is fighting a desperate battle with the advance deep-sea paratrooper unit.

　Despite the heroic performance of the airborne assault infantry brigade, it demonstrated the qualities that a garrison force of a great power should have.

　However, due to the nature of the deep sea itself, coupled with the various bonuses brought about by the United States' long-term preparation for surprise attacks, it is destined to fight a street battle with the deep sea, which will only result in minced meat.

　Some of the airborne infantry brigade's battalion and company-level combat teams had been divided and surrounded by Shen Hai, taking advantage of his mobility. The balance of the battle had basically tilted towards Shen Hai.

　When the airborne assault infantry brigade first encountered the deep sea, the British style of World War I in the deep sea was incredible to them, and they even wanted to laugh.

　But after the exchange of fire, the entire force, from the commander to the soldiers, was no longer able to laugh. The firepower density of the deep sea was a little less, but the shooting was very accurate. It directly hit the officers and soldiers of the airborne infantry brigade, and they even suspected that the other side had opened a small lock.

　On the contrary, the air assault infantry brigade's firepower suppression seemed to have little effect on these deep-sea units. It's not that they couldn't cause damage to the enemy, but the enemy was completely fearless and charged forward calmly.

　We all know that fire suppression can cause double pressure on people, both physically and psychologically; for example, it can cause the suppressed person's vision to become blurred, his hands and feet to become weak, and other physiological reactions, thereby producing a survival instinct to retreat and hide rather than charge.

　The non-carbon-based nature of life in the deep sea means that unless fire suppression directly penetrates its vital points, the deep sea will not have the same physiological and psychological reactions as humans when suppressed by fire.

　This wasn't the end of it. Some enemies, despite being shot in the limbs, continued to fire as if they didn't feel any pain. Even more terrifying, when these soldiers engaged in CQB with the Deep Sea, it became a completely one-sided massacre...

　Such scenes inevitably frightened many American soldiers. Some of those with poor psychological quality even showed the same expressions as their grandfathers did when they first encountered the volunteer soldiers with superhuman qualities during the Korean War.

　These were just the advance paratroopers, and the most powerful vehicles were the artillery armored vehicles and anti-aircraft armored vehicles. I wonder what these American soldiers would think when the main forces, such as the deep-sea cavalry and armored forces, came up.

　When the airborne assault just began, the deep-sea airborne soldiers shouted the most common slogan: "Put on your uniforms and get on the plane. The White House is my home tonight!"

　Speaking of the White House, after the deep sea raid and airborne attack on Washington, the White House and the Pentagon were evacuated urgently.

　At first, when Kamala received the notification from her bodyguard, she thought it was another terrorist attack like 9/11 and was about to enter the presidential bunker.

　When her bodyguard told her that Washington was under a large-scale military attack and they had to retreat to the rear states and counties, Kamala thought she was dreaming.

　At this moment, she suddenly recalled the mysterious sinking of the Seventh Fleet and the Yakushima Incident. She was filled with regret and screamed like crazy: