Comprehensive War 7

From the moment the first combat formations sent out were discovered, the U.S. military commanders in the rear realized that they would likely suffer devastating casualties.

Yet when the battle truly erupted, the fighter jets continually vanishing from the command center's control screens still felt like a basin of ice water being dumped over the heads of the fanatical hawkish officers who had been clamoring for revenge.

"...Report... the number of aircraft that have lost contact has risen to twenty-two..."

"Report... data updated. Another four aircraft have lost contact..."

"...The last F-15... is gone..."

The real-time battlefield reports constantly coming in from the front threw the command center inside Warren Air Force Base into complete chaos.

Whether they were officers in military uniforms, civilian staff officers, or technical NCOs, they either stared wide-eyed or wore expressions of terror and despair.

No one could accept what they were seeing. Through the surveillance equipment mounted on the frontline aircraft, even from thousands of kilometers behind the lines, they could witness fragments of the battle.

An F-22-type fighter belonging to the U.S. military was charging wildly through the American formations at supersonic speed.

Not a single missile fired by their side could hit the target.

Worse still, nearly every missile fired by the enemy took down one of their fighters.

Though the enemy had only one fighter suspected to be an F-22 model, the data coming back from the front painted an utterly one-sided and disastrous picture.

The communication channels were even filled with the screams of ace pilots and tearful voices on the verge of mental collapse.

Before preparing their counterattack, the U.S. military had believed they were fully prepared. Clearly, however, they were not as strong as they thought.

"Is this alien the Decepticon Starscream mentioned in the information left behind