Zhonghai Luoming Island Military Base.
"Quick, quick, quick!"
The soldiers carried the nuclear shells and hurriedly loaded them into the cannon barrels. Their movements were mechanical and numb. This was a desperate war—there was no enemy in sight and no specific target. The only thing they could do was load the shells, then... fire.
After fighting for most of the night, all the missiles had been exhausted. Only a dozen or so nuclear shells and some conventional weapons remained.
The heavens and earth alternated between light and darkness. From the distance, dazzling "suns" rose from time to time, attempting to tear apart the dark clouds. Unfortunately, they were clearly far too feeble.
Raindrops as large as beans fell from the sky, striking people's faces painfully.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a massive bolt of lightning more than ten meters in diameter crashed down. A Nuclear Cannon was instantly vaporized, and even the ground melted into magma. Countless thick arcs of electricity spread rapidly across the ground in all directions like a spiderweb. Before the surrounding soldiers could struggle, they had already been charred to cinders, stuck motionless to the ground like petrified figures.
Soon, the dancing lightning ignited the explosives.
The capital.
The headquarters of the Supreme Military Power Committee.
Countless telephone bells rang one after another, and the atmosphere was tense and oppressive.
The president stared blankly at the map, his eyes vacant, as if his mind were no longer here at all.
An officer hurried over and whispered into his ear:
"President, the East Sea Military Region has lost contact!"
The president nodded without speaking. He merely clenched his fists tightly. Everything that could be done had already been done. Now, all they could do was await the judgment of fate.
A few minutes later, the officer ran over again. "The