Night fell like a massive black silk drapery, weighing heavily upon the earth.
Whether in remote places as tranquil as death, or in bustling metropolises illuminated by countless lights and surging with endless traffic, everything was plunged into a sudden vortex of disaster beneath the deep night.
Above the waters of Dongying, fighter jet squadrons of the American garrison tore through the quiet night sky, letting out a deafening roar. They swept wantonly across the skies of northern Dongying, the shadows beneath their wings like the cloak of the Grim Reaper, ruthlessly skimming every inch of land. Missiles plummeted like shooting stars, dragging long tails of flame as they struck their targets with precision, instantly transforming Dongying's airports and command posts into seas of fire. The shockwaves generated by the explosions swept up everything around them like a raging tsunami; crumbling walls teetered on the verge of collapse amidst the flames, and shattered masonry scattered in all directions, mixed with blood and smoke. A pungent odor filled the air, as though it were the bloody prelude played by war.
Chapter 204