The barrage of missiles and shells turned the inconspicuous town of Sewell, located within the Arctic Circle, into a sea of fire.
Lightning was sheltering in a hollow in the river valley when a missile launched from over a thousand kilometers away struck an open patch of ground several dozen meters from him. Rocks and mud flung up by the blast scattered everywhere.
"Looks like I underestimated the humans of Earth!"
When the first wave of missiles arrived, he had commanded several heavily armed Decepticons to mount a counterattack.
But the Americans had dealt with them more than a few times. How could they possibly have learned nothing?
Especially after learning that the Decepticons attacking Sewell possessed aerial combat capabilities.
Before they could inflict heavy damage on their enemy, the U.S. military, having lost its advance forces, clearly had no intention of rashly engaging them in close combat again.
As the strongest military force on Earth, the U.S. military's missile bombardment, combined with Canada's artillery support, caught the Decepticons—who had not experienced a conflict of this intensity for a long time since the civil war ended—off guard once more.
Within the first half hour of the missile and artillery barrage, at least forty Replica Soldiers had been killed or seriously wounded by shrapnel from the explosions.
Lightning and the others swiftly launched a counterattack, destroying the newly established temporary camp of the Canadian forces less than fifty kilometers from Sewell at the first opportunity.
However, they were somewhat powerless against missile strikes launched from multiple U.S. Air Force and Army bases more than a thousand kilometers away.
"Based on the trajectories of the human missile launches, we've pinpointed six military bases. I'll take the flight squadron and deal with them!"
Dirge walked in from outside the hollow. Human missiles could