novel bin Chapter 486 Launch missiles and strike the target!
Chapter 486 Launch missiles and strike the target!
All eyes turned to that direction.
Han Niba frowned and strode to the control panel.
"Adjust home screen".
Screen switch.
From a satellite perspective, Antarctica appears as a grayish-white expanse of permafrost.
The radioactive dust from the nuclear winter made the images somewhat blurry, but the resolution was sufficient to capture the changes in the ground.
Center of the screen—
A crack appeared on the surface of the frozen soil.
Gravel and frozen soil gushed out from the cracks.
Immediately afterwards, the cab of a heavy-duty special excavator broke through the ground!
The tracks rolled over the gravel, and the vehicle slowly climbed onto the ground.
The dark blue paint stripes are clearly visible.
U.S. military insignia.
Han Niba stared at the screen, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.
"It's the Liberty Dungeon again."
"They were bombed not long ago, but they still haven't given up."
The United States has been bombed a total of four times.
It has to be said that this kind of dedication is quite admirable.
Unfortunately, they went in the wrong direction.
"Take care of it," Lin Mo said calmly.
There's nothing cruel or not cruel about it. If the Eagle Kingdom were the Great Xia of today, the Great Xia would be gone long ago.
It is already extremely kind of them to allow the other party to spend the rest of their life in the dungeon in peace.
War is not child's play; it is a matter of life and death. If any country were to act with any sense of righteous indignation, it would have met the same fate as those nations throughout history.
Han Niba nodded, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed an encrypted communication connection.
"Sir, there's an emergency to report!"
"The USS Freedom has once again breached the surface; requesting authorization to strike."
On the other end of the communicator, Zhao Gang's voice consisted of only two words.
"approve."
Han Niba hung up the call, turned to face the control panel, straightened his back, and his voice suddenly rose in pitch.
"Bunker buster missiles, prepare!"
The instructions echoed in the command center.
The operator's fingers flew across the keyboard, and a target coordinate confirmation window popped up on the screen, locked in a red box.
"Coordinates locked!"
"Ballistics calculation complete!"
"Missile ready!"
Han Niba's gaze swept across the excavator on the screen, which was still slowly emerging from the ground.
He revealed a cold smile and spoke in a deep voice.
"emission!"
"boom--!!!"
Somewhere on the ground, a silo cover was launched and flew away.
Tall steam and white smoke rose into the sky.
A long, slender bunker-buster missile soared from the silo, its tail flame blindingly white, tearing through the gray, wintery sky.
The missile shot straight into the sky, drawing a straight arc in the air as it sped southward.
Within seconds, it disappeared from sight.
The main screen automatically switches to ballistic tracking mode.
An orange-red arc starts from the North Pole, crosses the entire blue planet, and points to the South Pole.
The arc continues to extend.
The technician calmly reported the parameters.
"Dongfeng drilling machine modification".
"Flight speed Mach 20."
"The straight-line distance from the North Pole to the South Pole is 12631 kilometers."
"Estimated flight time: 30 minutes."
Lin Mo stood in front of the main screen, arms crossed.
He stared silently at the orange arc that was extending at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Mach 20, a speed of nearly 7 kilometers per second.
It only takes half an hour to travel from one end of Earth to the other.
He suddenly remembered watching short videos in his past life, and seeing a highly-rated comment in the comment section.
"Dongfeng Express, mission accomplished!"
An unusual silence fell over the command center.
The equipment hummed softly, the ballistic data fluctuated slightly, and occasionally a keystroke or two could be heard.
No one was nervous, and no one was talking about it.
No one was even staring at the screen.
Most operators have returned to their posts and continued their work.
It's as if what was launched wasn't an intercontinental ballistic missile, but rather a package delivery.
They have carried out this kind of operation countless times.
I know the process by heart and remain calm and composed.
For the Tian Shu Command Center, this was just a routine matter for today.
But for the Freedom Dungeon, it was yet another catastrophe!
.......
Freedom Dungeon, Command Center.
Mars stared at the screen, his fingers gripping the armrest tightly.
The screen shook violently, and the onboard camera of the special excavator swayed back and forth with the vehicle's bumps.
Gravel flew continuously from in front of the lens, and the dusty permafrost was shredded by the drill bit and surged to both sides.
Suddenly, the screen lit up.
The gray-white sky came into view, with the leaden gray clouds characteristic of the nuclear winter hanging low, like a dirty rag covering the horizon.
We dug through!
A long-suppressed cheer erupted in the command center.
Several officers punched each other, and the technicians jumped up from their seats, their faces flushed.
But Mars didn't laugh.
He stared at the screen, his lips pressed into a thin line, his right thumb unconsciously rubbing the metal ring on his ring finger repeatedly.
That's his habit.
I do this whenever I get extremely nervous.
A month ago, the surface was breached for the first time since the nuclear war, and everyone thought they had seen hope.
Less than twenty minutes later, Da Xia's earth-penetrating missiles rained down from the sky.
The passageway was bombed into ruins, and more than 30 construction workers were buried alive under the rubble.
The United States has not given up.
Having learned from his experience, Mars made adjustments and began excavating multiple tunnels simultaneously.
Different directions, dispersed targets.
A few days ago, the first tunnel was successfully excavated.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the results.
Before good news arrived, Da Xia's missiles struck again, destroying the passage.
As for casualties?
Mars didn't care.
A city with millions of inhabitants, where dozens of construction workers died, isn't even worth changing in the statistical reports.
What truly broke his heart was the tunnel.
Every tunnel is a channel of hope for the resurgence of the Great Eagle!
Dig one, blast one.
Dig one, blast one.
He's going crazy.
But this one is different.
This third tunnel is more than 30 kilometers away from the one that was bombed a few days ago.
And this time, he was smarter.
"Report the exit location," Mars said in a deep voice.
The staff officer next to him immediately responded: "The exit faces southwest, away from the direction of the Great Xia Underground City."
"Based on the equipment signal detection, there are no known monitoring devices from the Great Xia on the surface."
Mars nodded.
The chosen direction was cunning, precisely to avoid the possible satellite scanning path of Daxia.
Not only that.
This tunnel was not dug in a straight line, but rather spiraled upwards.
The tunnel walls were being paved with a hardened surface as they were being excavated.
For just one thing—
The moment the tunnel was completed, vehicles could drive right up to it.
Missile vehicles and anti-aircraft vehicles emerged one after another in quick succession.
They didn't give Da Xia any time to react.
Mars turned his head to look behind him.
On the large screen in the command center, the monitoring footage inside the tunnel is displayed in a row.
Behind the special excavator, the paving vehicle followed closely, its rollers rolling over the gravel to lay a layer of brick and stone to harden the road surface, making it smooth and even.
The construction vehicle is behind—
Twelve anti-aircraft missile vehicles formed a long line, their engines humming, ready to fire.
The missiles on the roof of the vehicle have been loaded.
As soon as the road surface is paved, they will rush onto the ground to provide air protection for the passage.
Deeper inside the underground city, in a military garage, fourteen tactical missile launchers sat silently, their engines not started.
The vehicle was carrying the last trump card of the United States: nuclear warheads!