Texas.
Fort Hood Military Base.
The shrill air-raid sirens echoed through the air, and rumbling explosions sounded everywhere. But strangely, as one of the United States' largest armored force bases, Fort Hood naturally had field air-defense rockets, automatic anti-aircraft guns, and other air-defense weapons. Yet at that moment, they seemed to have all fallen silent, making no sound at all.
Inside an underground bunker, a soot-covered soldier hurried into the musty temporary command post. The moment he came in, several officers all looked over. "How is it?"
"Sir, Areas A7, A8, B4, and B6 have been destroyed! The friendly forces near us have almost been wiped out."
Bang! A lieutenant colonel slammed his fist hard onto the table. "Fuck!"
Everyone else looked as if their mothers had died. This really was the most baffling and the most stifling war they had ever fought since joining the army. From beginning to end, the enemy had been high up in the sky, completely out of sight, and they had arrived with terrifying suddenness. Just as they had realized the Soviet Union had declared war, before they had even received orders from their superiors, the first wave of airstrikes had arrived. Thousands of tons of bombs had landed precisely on every important building in the base, almost wiping out the armories of two armored divisions in a single blow.
Immediately afterward, wireless communications suffered large-scale jamming, forcing them to contact the outside world through wired telephones. But that kind of point-to-point communication was far too slow for transmitting orders. Before they could even receive orders on how to act, the Pentagon was gone.
Even now, they still did not understand how the enemy had done it. The soldiers had not seen a single living enemy at all, only bombs constantly falling from the