Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

The sea breeze is blowing fiercely at the Dalian Shipyard.

The vast harbor is no longer home to just one or two lonely warships.

Shen Jinghong stood on the high viewing platform, his trench coat fluttering in the sea breeze. His deep gaze swept across the sea filled with steel, and a cold, extremely arrogant smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Old commander, these dumplings you made are quite big."

Marshal Xiao Jingguang stood beside him, trembling with excitement. This veteran general, who had spent his life on the battlefield, had red eyes and bulging veins on the back of his hands as he gripped the railing tightly.

"Jinghong, look! Look!"

The old commander pointed to the sea, his voice hoarse as if he were roaring:

"Ten in total! Ten 100,000-ton nuclear-powered electromagnetic catapult aircraft carriers!"

"Lined up in a single file! I wouldn't even dare to dream of doing something like this!"

On the sea, ten steel behemoths lay silently lurking.

Their flat, wide flight decks resemble mobile sea airports. On the towering island superstructure, countless phased-array radar antennas gleam with a cold, sharp light.

A massive formation of J-20 stealth carrier-based aircraft, obscuring the sky, stood in neat rows on the deck.

That overwhelming, pure industrial violence aesthetic, with a suffocating sense of terrifying oppression, slams heavily onto everyone's retinas.

"This isn't like cooking dumplings; it's like cooking a pot of deep-sea monsters."

Chen Weiguo stood behind, swallowed hard, his dark red face filled with shock.

"Chief, if we send these ten big machines out, will the Pacific Ocean be able to hold them all?"

"Even if it's too big to fit, we have to."

Shen Jinghong snorted coldly, his eyes revealing an air of domineering arrogance.

"Before, the US swaggered around our doorstep; now, it's our turn to stroll around their backyard."

at the same time.

Across the ocean, at the Pentagon in Washington, D.C.

The underground command center was deathly silent.

On the huge satellite screen, the despairing scene at Dalian Port was clearly displayed.

Ten supercarriers!

"This is impossible...this is absolutely impossible..."

The U.S. Chief of Naval Operations slumped in his chair, his face ashen. He stared intently at the screen, his lips trembling violently, as if he were witnessing the end of the world.

"Are our intelligence agencies incompetent?! How could the Chinese possibly build ten 100,000-ton nuclear-powered aircraft carriers in such a short time?!"

"Is their shipyard magical?!"

The CIA director wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice hoarse as if he were swallowing sand:

"Minister, based on the analysis of the high-resolution images transmitted by the satellite..."

He swallowed hard, then closed his eyes in despair.

"These aircraft carriers are not only equipped with electromagnetic catapult systems, but also... and around the island superstructure, we discovered what appears to be a high-energy laser defense system's launch array."

"And those vertical launch units are enormous, most likely for launching hypersonic anti-ship missiles."

boom!

This statement was like a nuclear bomb, exploding directly in the Pentagon's high-level conference room.

Laser defense? Hypersonic missiles?

What the hell is the point of fighting?!

"Our proud eleven carrier strike groups are nothing more than a bunch of slow-moving sitting ducks in front of these monsters!"

A four-star general clutched his head in despair and wailed in agony.

"They not only caught up with us in numbers, but they also delivered a technologically superior attack!"

"This is no longer a naval competition; it's a one-sided massacre!"

The entire Pentagon was plunged into unprecedented panic.

That Eastern country, which they once regarded as a "yellow-water navy," has now completely transformed into a terrifying dragon capable of swallowing the entire ocean.

Dalian Port.

The launching ceremony has concluded.

Shen Jinghong strode onto the bridge of the "First Emperor".

He stood in front of the large command platform, looking out at the vast blue sea, his blood boiling.

"Director, all ships have completed formation and are ready to depart at any time."

Lin Qinghan was dressed in a crisp navy camouflage uniform. He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and his cool eyes shone with absolute confidence.

"it is good."

Shen Jinghong took a deep breath and grabbed the fleet-wide broadcast microphone from the command platform.

His voice, transmitted via radio waves, instantly reached every corner of the ten supercarriers and hundreds of escort ships.

"Comrades!"

"We've been cooped up at home for far too long!"

"We're already tired of seeing this sea!"

Shen Jinghong's eyes instantly sharpened like knives, revealing an arrogant and murderous aura that could sweep the globe:

"Today, the entire fleet will launch an attack!"

"Target: The Pacific Ocean!"

"I want everyone on this blue planet to know that from today onwards, the rules of this ocean will be set by our Chinese nation!"

"Let's shuffle the cards on this blue planet!"

"Ugh—!!!"

Ten 100,000-ton nuclear-powered aircraft carriers simultaneously sounded their deafening horns.

The sound was like ten ancient behemoths roaring in unison, shattering the clouds in the sky.

The massive steel fleet sailed out of the Bohai Bay with an unstoppable, overwhelming force, heading straight for the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

a few days later.

Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, on the west coast of the United States.

Inside the U.S. Pacific Fleet headquarters, piercing red air raid sirens blared wildly.

"Sir! Sir!"

The radar officer stumbled into the command room, clutching a newly printed radar monitoring report tightly in his hand, his voice trembling with distress.

"The Chinese have a ten-carrier battle group...they...they've crossed Midway!"

"They haven't slowed down! They're heading straight for our west coast at 30 knots!"

The Pacific Fleet commander was so startled that he dropped his coffee cup on the deck, where it shattered.

Looking at the dense, terrifying signal sources on the radar screen, like dark clouds looming overhead, he felt his heart was about to stop beating.

"My God..."

The commander's legs went weak, and he collapsed into his chair, his face filled with despair and terror.

"The Chinese...they've brought their mobile fortress to our doorstep!"

His hands trembled as he grabbed the red secure phone that connected directly to the White House.

"Quickly! Bring the president to me!"

"Tell him the Pacific Fleet requests emergency support! We...we can't stop them!"