When Russia's cannon-fodder ships had completed their mission, people all over the world felt their hearts tighten.
People had greatly overestimated the destructive power of nuclear weapons in space against those widely dispersed alien ships.
Four Russian ships loaded with nuclear weapons unleashed four super-blasts like the Tunguska Explosion.
But the actual damage was far less than they had expected.
On the screens, the ships were just a dense mass of tiny dots. In reality, though, the distance between the wandering ships was generally tens or even hundreds of kilometers.
At the speeds the ships were traveling, that might have been a safe distance.
The Russian ships exploded in a series, destroying only about half of the wandering ships.
Nearly six hundred ships were still hurtling forward.
They didn't even try to dodge. It seemed their only purpose was to crash into Earth and end their terrifying life of wandering.
Alvin stood behind Stark, watching the situation on the screen. Looking worried, he said, "Something doesn't seem right...
Can they really stop these aliens?"
Stark frowned as he worked the controls in front of him. "So far, the aliens still haven't fought back.
Either they can't fight back, or they're waiting for an opportunity."
Stark looked at the data JARVIS had displayed at the bottom of the screen. His brow furrowed as he said, "The fleet is starting to concentrate its fire selectively. They're planning to let some ships through into the atmosphere.
Fuck, those missiles need time to accelerate in space. Why can't they use more energy weapons?"
Dr. Yinsen looked at Stark, who had no idea how hard things were for ordinary people. "These ships were all built within the last year. Many of them haven't even had their interiors finished.
Every ship has a high-powered laser weapon,