The radar displayed 4 F-14s, but in reality, 8 jets launched a surprise attack...

Those fearless pilots stacked two fighter jets together, and just as the fleet discovered them and began interception, the upper F-14s suddenly launched Exocet missiles, using their signals to block the radar signals of their comrades below...

Then, the upper F-14s turned away at the moment when the fleet's air defense was activated, releasing numerous flares to cover their comrades below in continued advancement...

At such a low altitude, at such close range, even if the director's department cheated for the fleet, making them instantly discontent with mid-range air defense missiles, it was useless. The combat altitude couldn't meet the requirements, and there wasn't enough time...

Three F-14s who completed the cover mission withdrew from the battle, but the Archerfish maneuvered at high speed through low altitude to evade the Sea Sparrow, covering the Cobra as it broke into the fleet's interior...

Seeing the Prince of Wales carrier so close, the Archerfish suddenly surged ahead of the Cobra, then climbed steeply, exposing its underside while releasing a slew of flares, temporarily drawing all fire towards itself...

"Hahaha, we won..."

The Cobra, shielded by the Archerfish, pressed the launch button to deploy the Exocet missile...

Then, as the director's department announced a hit, he felt as if he had completed some kind of mission...

8 F-14 Tomcats hit two frigates, one destroyer, and one aircraft carrier, with only one jet surviving in the end...

"We won!"

The Cobra laughed as he piloted the F-14, skimming past the side of the carrier bridge...

The huge tremor made those in the command center instinctively squat down, watching in a daze as the fighter jets moved away...

Just as everyone fell silent, with the eastern rising sun as cover, 8 Su-27s and 16 JF-17s rushed towards the fleet right above the sea level...

The fleet with its morale already crushed, no matter how the old general rallied, couldn't lift its spirits...

Watching their two destroyers being confirmed hit, the sailors stood stupefied on the decks...

The old general sat in his chair in defeat, watching the fighter jets proudly soaring close to the seas within the fleet, he recalled a mysterious call he received earlier, then feebly waved and said, "Signal for surrender, we've lost..."

............

In the P.B command center on the outskirts of Stockholm, Qing Shan wringing his hands in anxiety...

When the director's department sent out the message indicating NATO's carrier fleet's defeat and surrender, Qing Shan incredulously hugged his head...

"Ah..."

The excited 'Three Yellow Chickens' ran a lap around the command center in jubilant relief as if suddenly cured of a chronic illness...

Seeing Qing Shan's tearful face, 'Three Yellow Chickens' yelled and jumped onto Qing Shan's back, forcefully squeezed his neck, shouting loudly, "We won, we won..."

By this point, no one cared about discipline or manners. Tony from the tech department threw away his computer, rushing into the middle of the strategic support temps...

Excitedly, he exchanged high-fives with a few bewildered young temps, then hugged a short-haired temp girl and gave her a passionate kiss, only to be slammed onto the floor in a judo throw...

Lying on the ground, Tony grinned at the fierce-looking temp girl, foolishly saying, "I think I'm in love..."

Just as the girl was about to lash out further, Tony, still on the ground, suddenly raised his fist, shouting with all his might, "Strong Strike..."

"Hoo-ha..."

Tony's call became like a signal...

"Strong Strike..."

"Hoo-ha..."

The same chant echoed repeatedly in and around the base...

Everywhere observing this exercise...

Tubruq, Iraq Humanitarian Operations Center, Syrian Secure Zone, Mukalla in Yemen, Akandaha in Afghanistan, and most importantly Central African Sangha Town, soldiers in these places walked to the open square unprovoked...

"Strong Strike..."

"Hoo-ha..."

..................

At the United Nations Headquarters in New York, the Security Council held a closed-door meeting to discuss bringing P.B into the Counter-Terrorism Committee...

Moreover, Algeria, as a non-permanent member, submitted a proposal to make Hu Lang a committee member...

Additionally, the chair positions for the committee's ABC sub-groups were given to representatives from Brazil, Greece, and Qatar respectively...

...............

But amid the busyness, Nord Stream still exploded...

...............

On Gotland Island...

Joe Ga hung up the tenth call congratulating him, glanced down at his boots that hardly got any mud on them, suddenly felt exhausted and shook his head...

The battle ended, nearly nine thousand enemies landed, with less than a fifth surviving.

The southeastern coastal area of Gotland Island was filled with corpses, numerous amphibious landing craft bobbed like spoiled toys in waves, gradually bunching together into a smoking, foul-smelling floating island.

Disarmed soldiers surrendered, gathering aimlessly, uncertain of their coming fate...

Engulfed in a fervent atmosphere, the P.B troops had no energy to concern themselves with the prisoners...

Soldiers from the savage lands of Africa hummed old hometown songs, while tending to injured comrades and collecting the bodies of a few fallen friends...

Sadness was nonexistent...

Those black soldiers packed fallen comrades into body bags, writing names and drawing tribal floral totems on them, then four carried the stretcher to join the celebration...

Dorian, adorned with spoils scavenged from these Executors, proudly displayed them to comrades...

Seeing his boss seemingly gloomy, Dorian laughed running over, loudly saying, "Boss, we won..."

Joe Ga reached out high-fiving Dorian, nodding and smiling saying, "That's right, it hasn't been easy..."

In a shifty manner, Dorian secretly slipped a silver lighter into Joe Ga's hand, softly speaking, "Boss, since we won, should my salary go up?

Level 30, a level 30 salary is enough for me..."

Joe Ga patted Dorian's shoulder seriously, saying, "Work hard, come year-end, I'll bring a luxury yacht and lend it to you for fun..."

After saying this, Joe Ga turned around, hugging people nearby, sincerely thanking each one...

Watching those excited aardvarks, Joe Ga waved his hand shouting loudly, "We won, defeated the NATO legion, we're returning home...

Bringing honor back home!" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Strong Strike..."

"Hoo-ha..."

Watching those aardvarks shouting loudly, Joe Ga sprinted a few steps, jumped atop a Milos Armored Vehicle, standing atop the automatic weapon tower waving his hands loudly roaring...

"I am the King of War..."

...............

"He's won again..."

Seated on the Odesa Hotel suite's balcony, Aaron gazed at the rising sun, muttering with a pout, "Alright, you are the King of War...

But everything hasn't ended, the chaos has just begun..."