But Connors was far too strong. After struggling for only a few moments, it climbed out of the trap and continued lunging at the soldiers.
Meanwhile, the Command Center at Minot Air Force Base was operating under intense pressure.
The commanders watched Connors's frenzied assault on the surveillance screens, their eyebrows tightly furrowed and beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads.
The monster's appearance posed an enormous threat to the base and the entire region. It had to be eliminated as soon as possible.
"Immediately activate the emergency response plan and mobilize every available resource on the base! Scramble the fighter jets and prepare to launch airstrikes against the monster; put the air defense missile systems on standby, ready to intercept any possible aerial threats at any time!"
The commander shouted out the orders.
The base personnel sprang into action, hurrying between the various control consoles as they carried out a series of preparations.
Before long, the roar of fighter jet engines rang out above the base. One fighter after another shot up from the runway like arrows loosed from a bow, flying toward Connors.
The air defense missile systems also entered standby, their launchers slowly rising and aiming toward the sky.
The commanders stared intently at the surveillance screens, waiting for the best moment to attack.
Connors rampaged through the American military's encirclement, and every attack it made inflicted tremendous losses on them.
American tanks were like toys before it, easily overturned and destroyed.
American soldiers scattered in every direction under its attacks, but no matter how they tried to evade it, they found it difficult to escape Connors's attack range.
Soon, the deployed fighter jets arrived at the battlefield.
When the pilots saw Connors's enormous body, their hearts filled with tension and fear. But they knew their mission,