Love in the Courtyard: Starting with Engineers

Meanwhile, in the Longxing Factory in Beijing and the military bases along the southeast coast, a tense and solemn atmosphere prevailed. The pre-battle preparations for the recapture of the southern islands had entered their final stage.

The assembly workshop at Longxing Factory was brightly lit.

The last twenty tactical drones were neatly arranged, their fuselages painted in camouflage, and the guided bombs under their bellies gleamed coldly.

Li Yu and his technical team meticulously debugged each drone, checking every step repeatedly, from remote sensing satellite signal access and engine endurance testing to precision strike coordinate calibration, leaving no room for error.

At a military base on the southeastern coast, a top-secret pre-battle meeting is underway.

On the screen in the conference room, high-definition aerial footage of the southern island was being played.

The general's finger landed on the roof of the command center: "According to reconnaissance, the leaders of the separatist forces will hold a so-called 'joint meeting' at the command center tomorrow. Almost all the high-ranking officials of the authorities will attend. This is our best opportunity!"

The next day, a somber atmosphere filled the deck of an aircraft carrier at a military base on the southeast coast.

Ten silver-gray tactical drones stood in neat formation, their camouflage patterns on the wings appearing and disappearing in the thin mist, while the guided bombs under their bellies gleamed with a cold, sharp light.

With a command from the commander-in-chief, the aircraft carrier fleet sailed to the designated area under the guise of an exercise. Upon arrival, the drones' engines roared in succession, their exhaust flames piercing the morning mist as they skimmed low toward the southern island.

"Formation enters predetermined route; radar stealth mode activated!"

"Remote sensing satellite signal calibration complete, target coordinates locked!"

Inside the command center, radio waves rose and fell, and the light spots on the screen closely followed the trajectory of the drone.

"Operation!" With a command from the commander-in-chief, the drone formation took off from the aircraft carrier deck and headed straight for the southern island.

In addition, the fleets of the United States and the United Kingdom had received the news early on and were lingering outside the border. They were ready to intervene at any time, and they always believed that as long as they were there, the southern island would always be their bridgehead.

But this time their plan was destined to fail.

Meanwhile, in the command center on the southern island, chaos reigned as everyone attacked each other for their own interests.

The leaders of the separatist forces sat around a conference table, the coffee still steaming, when suddenly a sharp alarm blared outside the window.

"Alert! Unidentified flying object detected making low-altitude incursion! Radar signal... radar signal lost!" The operator's scream pierced the noise in the conference room.

The leaders turned pale, suddenly stood up, and rushed to the window to look outside.

Several silver-gray shadows streaked across the sky like ghosts. Before they could react, a deafening explosion came from the rooftop. The drone had precisely hit the antenna hub of the command center.

In an instant, flames shot into the sky, thick smoke billowed, communication equipment was paralyzed, and the screen displayed a frantic, static-filled display.

"Quick! Activate backup communications!" the leader roared hysterically, only to find that the telephone line had already been cut and there was only static on the radio.

Panic spread like a plague through the command center.

The soldiers fled in panic, scattering documents everywhere and knocking over tables and chairs.

Even more terrifying, news of the explosion quickly spread throughout the entire island.

In the residential area, the once peaceful streets instantly descended into chaos.

People screamed and rushed into their homes, locking doors and windows, the cries of children and shouts of adults mingling together.

Shops closed one after another, and the goods on the shelves were looted, turning the once bustling market into a mess.

Some uninformed people gathered on the street, pointing and gesturing in the direction of the command center, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.

The situation of the separatist forces completely collapsed at this moment.

The leader hid in the basement, looking at the reports his men brought him. His hands and feet were cold. The radar station had been destroyed, the armory had lost contact, and the soldiers stationed on the edge of the island began to scatter.

"Quick! Call the consulates of the US and R countries! Tell them to send troops immediately!" The leader gripped the phone, his voice hoarse like a broken gong.

But all I heard on the other end of the phone was a cold busy tone.

Meanwhile, a US destroyer flotilla, far out at sea, was approaching the small island to the south at full speed, the roar of its carrier-based aircraft deafening.

The patrol boats from Country R also dropped their camouflage, revealing their naval guns and frantically rotating their radar antennas, locking onto movements in our waters.

Almost simultaneously, the US Department of Defense issued a statement declaring that "China's actions have seriously undermined regional stability" and threatening to "take all necessary measures to protect the security of its allies."

Country R followed suit, clamoring to "send its Self-Defense Forces to intervene," with both countries taking an extremely tough stance.

When the news reached our command center, the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

"Report! The M-country destroyer formation is 100 nautical miles from our waters, and its carrier-based aircraft have taken off!"

"Report! A patrol boat from Country R has entered our warning range, and its radar is continuously locking onto our warship!"

The admiral stood before the map, his gaze sharp, his finger landing heavily on the dividing line between the southern island and our territorial waters: "They're trying to force us into a tough battle! Tell the frontline troops to be on high alert! Naval formations forward, air force fighters scramble, missile units target their objectives!"

"yes!"

As orders were relayed down the chain of command, the main guns of our warships slowly rose, their muzzles aimed at the approaching enemy.

The hangar doors of the coastal city airport slowly opened, revealing a fleet of new fighter jets fully fueled and loaded. As the doors opened, the jets slowly entered the preparation area, ready to pierce the sky at a single command.

Missile and artillery units were also assembled along the southeast coast.

The fighter jet formation streaked across the sky, forming a solid defensive line above the clouds.

The missile force is on high alert, ready to strike swiftly at a single command.

The sea breeze swept across the southeastern sea, stirring up towering waves.

Our warships faced off against the fleets of the United States and the United Kingdom, our fighter jets confronted each other in the clouds, and our radar waves clashed in the air.

On the small southern island, the leaders of the separatist forces are still making a last-ditch effort, unaware that they have already become sitting ducks.

The ten drones that had completed their mission were skimming across the sea, heading back towards the aircraft carrier. The smoke from their wings hadn't yet dissipated, but it already foreshadowed a true battle that was about to erupt!