章 570: The end of something 1
Unknown base of the Red Army.
At this moment, three figures were soaring through the sky at high speed. For those who are more knowledgeable, they would know that these objects in the air were drones.
The three drones, controlled by experts from the S.C.T. army, launched towards the enemy camps with deadly precision. Equipped with missiles and high-resolution cameras, they became relentless machines of destruction.
The enemy camps were hit by the drones' missiles, unleashing violent explosions that filled the air with a combination of fire and smoke. Buildings and structures were reduced to rubble within seconds, while flames consumed everything in their path.
The impacts of the missiles made the ground tremble, and shockwaves shook the surrounding terrain. Deafening noise and thunderous explosions merged into an infernal symphony of destruction.
Nothing escaped the fury of the drones. Even the walkers found in the camps were swept away by the explosions, charred to ashes. The destruction was total, leaving nothing but a desolate and smoky landscape.
The drones continued their relentless attack, deploying their arsenal of missiles again and again. The coordination between the drone operators and the artificial intelligence systems ensured that each target was precisely and lethally hit.
After eliminating thousands of targets and completing their mission, the drones returned to the base. Their destructive work had delivered a clear message of power and determination from the S.C.T. army, while the charred remains rested in silence.
The question on many minds is as follows: why are they using such military force against the enemy? The answer is quite simple.
The S.C.T. army was in deep turmoil following the assassination attempt on their supreme commander, Airon, at the hands of the Red Army. At least, that's how they interpreted it after Airon lost an arm. The news of their leader's brush with death quickly spread through the ranks, generating a sense of anger and thirst for revenge among the soldiers.
Considering this act as an irreparable offense, the S.C.T. army gathered all its forces and resources to launch a relentless counterattack against the enemy. Without hesitation, they mobilized everything at their disposal: troops, armored vehicles, artillery, and heavy weaponry.
The determination of the soldiers was palpable. They prepared for battle with a renewed sense of purpose and unbridled ferocity. Each soldier was willing to give their all to avenge the attack on their commander and preserve the integrity of their organization.
The S.C.T. army unleashed its fury against the enemy. The battles were intense and fierce, and hand-to-hand confrontations became brutal. Revenge burned in the heart of every soldier as they mercilessly advanced towards the Red Army.
There was no room for surrender or forgiveness. The S.C.T. army attacked with unprecedented force, utilizing all their tactical and strategic skills to decimate the enemy. Each encounter became a fight to the death, where survival and the desire to avenge their leader were the driving force behind the soldiers.
As the battle intensified, the S.C.T. army reclaimed lost ground and advanced with determination. Their resolve and bravery were evident with every step they took towards victory, regardless of the cost they had to pay.
Finally, the combined strength and unwavering determination of the S.C.T. army achieved victory. The enemy was defeated, and the balance of power shifted drastically. However, the loss of their leader's soul and the assassination attempt left a deep mark on the organization, reminding them of the importance of unity and the need to protect one another.
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The soldiers stealthily advanced through the rubble and desolation. The air was filled with the smell of smoke and destruction that surrounded them. Burned houses stood like ruins of skeletons, with charred walls and shattered windows. The cracked ground covered in debris crunched beneath their boots as they moved toward their objective.
Amidst this desolate landscape, cars lay in flames, emitting columns of black smoke into the sky. The orange and red glow of the flames contrasted with the darkness of the night, creating an apocalyptic scene.
Captain Dietrich, who led the operation, ordered, "Maintain formation. We are in hostile territory. Prepare for any eventuality."
The soldiers silently nodded, adjusting their visors and checking the condition of their weapons. The wind blew, carrying with it the echo of distant screams and the sound of debris displaced by the breeze.
"This place looks like hell. How long have they been here?"
One of the soldiers at the back said, "Not long, just a couple of hours. But the destruction is unbelievable. It seems like the Red Army perished in this area of Washington."
As they advanced through the ruins, shadows seemed to dance around them, creating an atmosphere filled with tension and danger. The soldiers remained alert, their senses sharpened by training and experience.
"We cannot allow this plague to spread. We must end the Red Army once and for all. They are infecting our lands and sowing chaos."
"Understood, captain. We won't let them cause any more destruction."
Smoke and dust mingled in the air, creating an almost surreal vision. The flashes of fires reflected in the soldiers' eyes, giving them an intense and resolute gaze.
The team continued their advance, each step resonating in the midst of the silence that had taken hold of the place. The soldiers were aware that they were on a crucial mission, in a struggle that would determine the future of their people.
The destruction around them would not stop them. Their determination and courage were stronger than ever. They moved towards the heart of the chaos, determined to restore peace and eliminate the threat of the Red Army once and for all.
Just as everyone advanced in search of survivors, they came across a group of people who had laid down their weapons.
"Don't shoot, we surrender!"
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