Dark clouds covered the sun, and the raging torrential rain cascaded relentlessly, enveloping the entire sky in a gray mist. Apart from the sound of the pouring rain, nothing could be seen or heard clearly. On the edge of the vast, primal forest, a sprawling military camp flickered with dim lights, appearing sowhat feeble under the downpour, as if the rain could extinguish them at any mont. Yet on this rainy day, they were particularly conspicuous.
Under the faint lighting, people milling about inside the camp could be seen, many patrolling on the outskirts, leading wolf dogs, donned in raincoats, ard and ready, pacing with sturdy, powerful steps. Their formations were impeccably orderly, and amidst the camp's center, nurous others scurried back and forth, busy with unknown tasks.
Suddenly, the entire base erupted with the deafening sound of alarm sirens; more searchlights sprang to life, sweeping across the area. More personnel rushed out of barracks, shouting commands as if a great battle was imminent. So soldiers, under officers' directives, dashed toward the anti-aircraft machine gun positions, operating them to aim at the grayish sky, peering upwards despite the rain blurring their vision, forcing them to lower their heads.
An officer with Major insignia roared, "Quick, get the missile trucks out!"
"Report, the missile trucks were all destroyed last night," a Lieutenant hurriedly shouted.
"Damn it, not a single one left?" The Major roared unwillingly, his eyes widened like an injured lion in the rain, glaring at the Lieutenant with a gaze full of yearning, hoping for uplifting news.
But the Lieutenant dropped his head in sha and said nothing, the aning clear, causing the Major's face to change drastically, coldly commanding, "Quick, order the troops to withdraw from the camp, scatter in all directions."
"Yes." The Lieutenant promptly replied and ran out to deliver the order.
Soon, the base radio transmitted an angry voice: "All units, evacuate the camp imdiately, break out and find cover individually, hurry, right now, enemy fighter jets are approaching!"
"Enemy fighter jets?" Only then did everyone realize the aning of the alarm, their faces turning pale. Fighter jets were no ordinary matter; they understood the command ant run for their lives. Everyone swiftly dashed out of the barracks, surging frantically in all directions through the rain, for survival rendered this rain insignificant.
Soon, countless people charged towards the surroundings heedlessly; so wounded staggered out on crutches, hobbling slowly, while everyone focused on escaping, ignoring the wounded, their cries and calls for help rging into a chaotic cacophony, the entire camp seeming to erupt like a bubbling cauldron.
Before the base troops could escape, two fighter jets roared in, akin to two invincible War Gods, descending with an overwhelming force, roaring and bellowing, appearing exceedingly terrifying under the rain. Suddenly, each fighter jet dropped two air-to-ground missiles.
The fighter jets roared away, while four air-to-ground missiles descended onto different sections of the base below, screeching intensely like Death Gods cackling ominously, landing swiftly, producing a boom—of resounding explosion, erupting into massive fireballs, rising and forming mushroom cloud shapes.
Boom, boom, boom—three successive explosive roars rang out, as if the entire sky were collapsing, enormous red flares erupted on the ground, engulfing everything around, appearing extrely terrifying, yet disappearing quickly into the rainy mist, leaving the results unknown.
Buzz buzz—a fighter jet turned around and brutally charged back, soaring high above the ground, beyond the range of anti-aircraft guns, and calmly dropped two more missiles.
The missiles screeched toward the ground, their piercing sound unbearable, like Death Gods gleefully cackling, landing with a booming explosion, the terrifying sound chilling enough to freeze the blood, while two imnse red flares illuminated the surroundings. In their light, countless figures were torn apart instantly, limbs and pieces of flesh flying everywhere, terrifying to the extre.
The explosion was quickly engulfed again by rainy mist, the horrifying scene veiled by the rain, yet the fighter jets flapped away, turning towards the west, as if calmly retreating after a decapitating victory in a battle of thousands, invincible, majestic, and untouchable, disappearing into the rain without a trace.
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In the vast primitive forest, the raging raindrops were shielded by dense canopies but still penetrated many leaf gaps, striking the ground with popping sounds, converging into rivers, flowing toward low-lying areas, sweeping away dead leaves.
In a dense grove, a fully ard troop was resting under a large tree, eating dry rations in silence, their gazes steely and fixed ahead, bodies tense, maintaining high vigilance. Among them, one person was tall and strong, clad in camouflage gear, helted, his expression cold, face as frosty as ice, blue eyes ablaze with fury; it was Jackson.
Just last night, soone infiltrated the base, abducting over fifty officers without a trace, even more terrifying, all vehicle-borne missiles were fitted with tid bombs. As everyone discovered the enemy and pursued them, the missiles were detonated, annihilating many troops with their own weaponry.
Sam Country's formidable military base being infiltrated was one matter, but abducting over fifty Advanced officers and destroying missiles gravely tarnished its reputation. Jackson loathed these infiltrators, pursuing them incessantly with the last three Pot Lid Head Special Warfare Group squads, vowing not to rest until capturing the enemy and saving the hostages.
However, facts drove Jackson mad; not only did the enemies leave traps along the way, they evacuated swiftly, outpacing even the combat capabilities of the Pot Lid Head units, compelling Jackson to realize the opponent's formidable prowess, strengthening his resolve to encircle and crush these foes, quickly dispatching a reconnaissance force for reinforcent.
Chasing from dusk till dawn, nearing the enemy, yet suffering casualties from continual traps, Jackson planned to rest briefly in this dense forest before pursuing further. Peeved about the torrential rain, Jackson fud, lanting without it, the enemy couldn't have mimicked their n so easily and infiltrated the camp. At that mont, a communications officer sprinted up with a cold face, saluting before reporting: "Urgent ssage from headquarters."
"Hand it over." Jackson took the phone with a cold face and spoke, "It's . What is it?"
"Report, the base suffered fighter jet attacks, sustaining heavy losses," a voice shouted frantically.
"What? The base attacked by fighter jets? Say that again?" Jackson's face twisted in disbelief, horrifiedly questioning.
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