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Chapter 1368: Chapter 444: For Tomorrow! Forward! (Part 3)

Faced with the continuous attacks and destruction of the three ships, Family Joy cast his gaze through the crimson clouds, looking towards the unattainable Near-Earth Orbit.

In the corridor of the transport ship, the soldiers were desperately dealing with emergency fires, even risking their lives to rush up and extinguish the fires, with everyone busy everywhere.

On the deck, the soldiers were controlling rocket vehicles under the risk of death, continuously launching rockets to pave the way ahead.

At this moment, the voice of Family Joy resounded through the broadcast of the three transport ships.

"Comrades, this is just an insignificant piece of the countless difficulties we will face in the future, but just like the clouds that cover the sun, there will always be a day we will break through. Once we do, it will be a bright and sunny day."

"Our enemies are not strong; they are just paper tigers controlling satellites with remote controls from buildings. As long as the weapons they’ve stolen from the people cannot break us, their most vulnerable side will soon be exposed before us."

"We will personally destroy them and this sinful world they’ve created, to build a tomorrow belonging to everyone!"

"All ships, full speed ahead! Advance towards the future!"

His voice was powerful and resonant, prompting the Dragon Field Soldiers to roar in response.

"Advance!"

The emotions broke out in everyone’s hearts like a floodgate opening, quickly spreading to every corner. Even the prisoners and new recruits shouted loudly along.

Boom!

It seemed as if even the warships themselves were ignited, with the jet engines at full power.

The three warships, under the shooting of the European Community’s space-based weapon cluster, charged towards the other end of the strait.

This scene, naturally, was witnessed in person by the command levels, pilots of Military Science, Huang Ban, and the European Community.

The pilots even forgot they were still engaged in aerial combat. They all hovered at the edge after avoiding the bombing area, witnessing the fearless charge of the three warships, with indescribable shock in their hearts, forming a brief, eerie peace among the three sides.

Whether it was Ooshima Gouzai in the command room of the Kujira or Captain Wilson of the Wisconsin, they couldn’t help but ask the same question.

"Can they make it through?"

Everyone else began to discuss.

"They probably can’t make it... I’ve never seen such a scale of satellite bombardment..."

"Hard to say... space-based weapons also need cooling, and space lacks a cooling medium. Such a scale of bombardment cannot continue indefinitely."

"If it wasn’t for this rain and those metal clouds, they might have been blown up when launching the assault. They’re pretty lucky."

"Predicting weather is also part of battlefield command. If it weren’t for this downpour, they might not have set off. This can’t just be luck; and that advanced radar technology, we knew nothing beforehand. Really curious about who their commander is, with such thorough preparations, the European Community might truly suffer a loss."

A staff officer suddenly said,

"Have you ever thought... if they can break through even an offensive of this scale, then what could possibly stop this army?"

Everyone fell silent.

The Horizon Mercenaries have already proven their strength as the world’s strongest infantry in more than one war, and this is no luck—it’s real battle achievements.

This terrifying willpower and this dreadful execution and organization had everyone deeply shocked.

It hasn’t even been three years.

If it weren’t for the limitations of equipment and numbers, who in the world could possibly stop such an army?

The answer is no one.

Bang!

The champagne glass in Morris’s hand was suddenly crushed.

The golden, clear wine foamed with fragments and soaked his beautifully marked uniform.

How is this possible?

How can anyone charge under this scale of satellite bombardment?

It’s important to know that these satellite weapons, even at their lowest power, can easily vaporize a person within a second.

They are just a few transport ships!

It’s all because of this damn rain!

Why did it have to rain precisely at such a critical moment?

His face was gloomy, his chest heaving up and down, and it took a long time for him to force out a few words from between his teeth.

"How many missiles do we have left?"

The staff officer pulled up Admiral Scheer’s arsenal reserves and said in a low voice,

"Only a few air defense missiles and strategic nuclear missiles are left, everything else that could be fired has been fired. Do you want to launch an interception?"

"...."

For the first time, Morrison felt that the arsenal of his flagship was so inadequate; just a few days of high-intensity combat and it was completely emptied.

Launching nuclear missiles is impossible; if a strategic nuclear missile is launched, everyone will know, and who knows where you’re shooting. This is the Florida Strait—a place New America will not stand by and watch, not to mention that both the Kujira and Wisconsin have nuclear missiles on board. Launch them, and it’s likely to lead to mutual destruction.

Exchanging lives with a few transport ships?

If others find out, they’ll probably laugh their heads off, bursting with laughter.

Morrison took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.

"How’s it going on the Army side... where have they been fighting?"

"Uh..."

The staff officer glanced at the battle report, swallowing hard.

"They were defeated by the opponent’s counter-charge."

Upon hearing this, Morrison’s eyes widened in disbelief, stunned for a few seconds before asking,

"Why?"

The staff officer trembled and said,

"The Cuban corps lacked supplies; both bullets and shells were exhausted. They couldn’t withstand the opponent’s attack and collapsed, exposing our flank to the enemy’s blade for a pincer attack, forcing us to retreat."

Bullets....

Completely exhausted....

This sentence sounds so unfamiliar?

A box of bullets costs less than 2 euros, almost delivered to the frontlines by the trainload. What kind of consumption leads to running out of bullets, which seems almost impossible to Morrison?

And was the Cuban Corps in high-intensity combat?

Wasn’t the main attack supposed to be carried out by the European Alliance Army?

"Ah-choo—"

In faraway Europe, West Fire Grass rubbed his nose.

"Who the heck is cursing at me behind my back?"

At this moment, the air inside the command room was frozen; everyone dared not say a word.

"How is the Pola?"

"The enemy landing team... has already... entered the cabin... they’re asking us for reinforcements."

"Puff—"

Morrison spat blood and collapsed to the ground.

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