Beep! Beep! Beep!
The red dots on the radar screen gradually winked out.
Seongju Base's signal had completely disappeared.
Major General Will slumped in his chair, the expression on his face shifting from shock to despair, then from despair to madness.
He knew his military career was over.
During his tenure, the North and South had actually gone to war. And it was the North that had launched missiles, precisely destroying their elite THAAD system.
Two billion dollars' worth of equipment.
The eyes built through countless efforts, along with the thousands of troops stationed at the base.
He had not even had time to count the casualties, but judging by the scale of the explosion, it was basically...
An inquiry.
A court-martial.
Demotion.
Retirement.
He might even be made a scapegoat and thrown into prison.
These thoughts flashed through his mind, and then—
He stood up.
A mad light burned in his eyes.
"Since I'm finished..." His voice was low and hoarse. "Then everyone can be finished with me."
He strode to the command console and pressed the red emergency button.
It was the emergency retaliation protocol—when the Bald Eagle military base came under attack, the base commander could bypass the Pentagon and directly order a counterattack.
The alarms sounded again, sharper and more piercing this time.
"All units, attention! Enter Level One combat status!"
Will grabbed the communicator, his voice as cold as ice.
"Ground missile forces, listen to my orders!"
"Activate the II2 precision strike protocol!"
"Input coordinates: missile launch zones along the northern border, northern air defense missile positions, northern command centers, northern communications hubs..."
He rattled off more than twenty coordinates in one breath, every one of them a major northern military target.
"Launch window: three minutes from now.
Warhead type: Tomahawk Block V, all equipped