I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

He suddenly clenched his fist, his tone becoming extremely solemn: "The most important thing is China! We absolutely cannot allow the US and China to form a complete alliance! Otherwise, if China, a country with 7 million people, is turned into a logistics factory by the US, our America will be completely finished! We must win over China; report this immediately!"

"Pass on my orders!"

Medsker abruptly raised his voice, "All fleets, immediately retreat! Report to the Pentagon immediately, and contact the Goose (the fleet's commander) to cease their attack immediately, or it will be a declaration of war against us!"

His eyes flashed with ferocity as he added, word by word, "Tell them not to forget that our nuclear weapons can be dropped on their heads at any time! And their crappy R-7 intercontinental ballistic missiles haven't even been successfully launched yet! If they don't want a mutually destructive outcome, they'd better stop their provocations immediately, or our beautiful nation will definitely use all its national strength to wipe out those geese!"

Meanwhile, in a remote, uninhabited mountain area in Kazakhstan, there was a large goose.

Zhou Weiguo held the communicator, quietly listening to the two encrypted communications. A wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips as he muttered to himself, "What goes around comes around. Your time has come."

As soon as he finished speaking, two enormous flames shot up from the mountain valley one after the other, sending the two behemoths straight into the sky.

Strangely, one of the flames shot straight into the sky and flew into outer space without stopping.

With the roar of the thrusters, the missile burst out of the atmosphere and disintegrated after entering a low-altitude orbit. More than twenty strangely shaped objects flew out from it, slowly unfolding giant solar panels, like eyes suspended in space.

The other missile did not escape the atmosphere, but instead sped towards the Pacific Ocean at a speed of Mach 10 at an altitude visible to the naked eye.

After the missile was launched, the busy personnel and large launch pads on the ground suddenly disappeared into thin air.

Finally, only one person remained. After carefully cleaning up all the traces at the scene, including the felled trees around the area, he disappeared in a flash of white light.

The scene shifts to the Pentagon's operations command center in the United States.

"Fuck! How is this possible?!"

The defense minister, staring at the battle report, slammed the documents on the table. "How could the Great Leap Forward possibly develop such advanced fighter jets and nuclear submarines? The power of these nuclear submarines is simply terrifying!"

General Mike, his face grave, said, "Secretary of Defense, this is not the time for questioning. Our fleet has lost 50 aircraft and 15 warships of various types, and the US has sunk or damaged them. This is war; the US has declared war on us! We cannot let this go!"

The Defense Minister rubbed his throbbing temples, his voice heavy: "Mike, I understand what you mean. But you must understand that once we go to war with the Great Goose, the entire planet will be engulfed in an unprecedented super war. Two nations with the power to destroy the planet—no one knows what insane things they might do."

"Sir, I don't believe geese have the ability to release giant mushrooms."

Mike shook his head in rebuttal, "Their R-7 intercontinental ballistic missile has never been successfully deployed, let alone loaded with a mushroom warhead."

"We can't afford to take that risk."

The defense minister stated unequivocally, "Small skirmishes are fine, but we absolutely cannot go to war. None of us can afford the consequences of a third world war."

Just then, an intelligence officer rushed forward: "Sir! The Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Chief Executive's office have both responded, denying that they have sent any fighter jets or submarines to South Korea or Taiwan!"

He paused, then conveyed a more troubling message: "The Goose also stated that if the United States threatens with nuclear weapons, they also possess sufficient long-range, nuclear-capable strike capabilities to defend themselves."

"Fuck!"

The defense minister cursed angrily, his face instantly darkening. "They've taken such a huge advantage and dare to deny it? Aren't they afraid of our retaliation? And their long-range strike capabilities—how could those few overseas military bases possibly support them?!"

"Report...Reporting, sir!" Another communications soldier rushed in, his face pale, and stammered his report.

"What is it now? Speak!" The defense minister, already burning with anger, roared even louder.

"Our air defense command's early warning radar detected that two R-7 intercontinental ballistic missiles were launched into the air from the Da'e Kazakh region 10 minutes and 15 minutes ago!"

The communications soldier spoke rapidly, "One of them was extremely fast and has disappeared without a trace. It is suspected that the launch failed or it exceeded the atmosphere. The target is unknown."

"But...but the other one didn't even leave the atmosphere."

The communications soldier's voice trembled even more violently, "Currently at an altitude of approximately 3 meters, hurtling towards the Pacific Ocean at Mach 10!"

"What? That's absolutely impossible!"

The military expert sitting nearby suddenly stood up, his face grim, and roared, "This violates all the design principles of ballistic missiles!"

The defense minister stared intently at him: "What's impossible? Explain yourself!"

"Sir, the reason why intercontinental ballistic missiles can achieve a range of over 10,000 kilometers is entirely due to their ability to extend their range by gliding along low-altitude orbits!"

The expert was frantic, his face flushed. "If it stays within the atmosphere, air resistance will consume a tremendous amount of fuel. If it can fly 1000 kilometers within the atmosphere, it might only reach a range of 3000 kilometers after exiting the atmosphere!"

"Explain in detail!" The defense minister's voice trembled.

"According to radar detection, this missile was launched from Kazakhstan, and its target direction is directly towards the Pacific Ocean. At the very least, it's aimed at South Korea or Russia. You should know that even South Korea and Russia are 3500 kilometers away from Kazakhstan as the crow flies!"

The expert adjusted his glasses, his voice filled with shock. "It can fly 3500 kilometers within the atmosphere, which means that if it were to leave the atmosphere, its range would exceed 1 kilometers! Sir, do you understand what this means? The Goose already possesses a nuclear strike capability capable of covering our homeland!"

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..."

The defense minister plopped down on the ground, muttering to himself, "Big Goose, you've really kept this a secret! If we hadn't threatened you that you didn't have nuclear strike capabilities, you wouldn't have revealed such a weapon... What a scheme, what a brilliant plan!"

General Mike squatted down with a grave expression: "Sir, if the Goose really has a nuclear strike capability of 1 kilometers, we absolutely cannot start a war immediately. I admit I was too optimistic just now. Now we must strike this military behemoth from other angles."

The defense minister nodded slowly, his face serious: "That's right. Although our aircraft have air-to-ground nuclear strike capabilities, we are far behind the US in terms of intercontinental ballistic missiles."

"Sirs, these are not the most urgent matters!"

An expert suddenly interrupted, "The most critical question now is, where will this missile land? Given the strength of the goose's counterattack this time, could the missile contain a giant mushroom cloud?"

The defense minister, however, calmed down and shook his head: "Whether there will be a big mushroom missile is hard to say, but the US certainly doesn't want to wage a mushroom war. The timing of this missile launch is clearly a warning to us. I guess the landing point is some uninhabited island in the Pacific Ocean."

But the backlash came swiftly. Just over ten minutes later, a communications soldier, pale-faced, rushed into the command room, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Report... Urgent dispatch from the Seventh Fleet! A suspected mushroom explosion occurred one minute ago in the waters between Hokkaido and Aolin! The estimated yield is 2-3 megatons!"

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