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Putian base command center.

The heart of what was once a gigantic military machine was now immersed in a heavy silence, mixed with unspeakable despair.

Outside the huge panoramic windows, the once familiar scene has changed beyond all recognition, turning into a doomsday picture: the blazing defense positions, like hellfire, devouring everything, the billowing smoke obscured the blue sky, and dozens of anti-aircraft positions turned into a scorched earth.

Countless loyal and brave Eagle Sauce warriors were turned into ashes in this sudden disaster before they could even utter a single cry.

The air inside the room was frozen, and the pressure was so strong that it was suffocating. The huge display screen no longer displayed tactical analysis or real-time battle conditions, but instead showed horrific scenes of the scene. It was the tragic situation outside the base, a reality that they could not avoid.

"Commander, I have reported the attack on the base to the Pentagon and Secretary of Defense Acheson. They demand that we must repel the invading enemy."

The adjutant raised his eyes and glanced at Major General McDonald's lonely and desolate back, his tone filled with uneasiness and sadness.

However, McDonald didn't care about his adjutant's words at all. His eyes were fixed on the aircraft that was getting closer and closer, and his eyes were getting bigger and bigger.

His heartbeat quickened and a cold sweat slid down his spine, soaking his military uniform.

The speed and shape of the aircraft were far beyond his comprehension, and every time he blinked, the distance between them would be significantly shortened. Major General McDonald felt an unprecedented pressure, as if the entire universe was focused on his shoulders at this moment.

"Then...what is that?"

MacDonald's body trembled slightly and his face was full of fear.

The adjutant raised his eyes and looked out the window. His face turned pale as paper in an instant, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes seemed to lose focus.

More than twenty steel monsters, each over twenty meters tall, slowly descended from the sky like the Titans in mythology.

That ferocious face exuded a suffocating aura, and his body was wrapped in thick alloy armor, shining with a cold metallic luster.

At the end of the arms of these behemoths, each held a giant energy cannon that was powerful enough to destroy a city block. The barrel of the cannon was thick, and its length accounted for almost one-third of the entire body. The muzzle flashed a faint blue light and was pointed at the command center building, ready to engulf any force that dared to resist.

The curtain wall of the command center looked particularly fragile under the shadow of the monster.

"This...is this a mecha warrior?"

A combat staff officer swallowed hard, his lips moved, and he made a barely audible sound: "When did Daxia have such a terrifying combat power?"

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the atmosphere in the entire command center became more solemn. Everyone's eyes unconsciously followed the direction of the commander, and the same doubts and fears emerged in their hearts.

Faced with this threat that seemed to come from the future, the atmosphere in the entire command center dropped to freezing point, and a deep sense of powerlessness surged in people's hearts.

They could not imagine what challenges and disasters such an enemy would bring to them, nor did they know how to deal with this unprecedented situation.

At this moment, a cry of surprise broke the silence in the command center.

"Report, an unknown signal has invaded, requesting to speak to the Commander."

A communications officer's face was pale, his eyes full of fear. His voice was particularly abrupt in the silent command center, making everyone shudder. Everyone turned their eyes to him, their eyes intertwined with shock and uneasiness.

Major General McDonald took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He slowly walked to the command desk, picked up the headset, and said with a trembling voice: "I am Major General McDonald, the commander of the Eagle Sauce Putian Base."

"Hello, Major General McDonald! I am Zhang Hao, the captain of the Great Xia Ares Mecha Wing."

Zhang Hao's voice revealed unquestionable majesty. "In view of the current situation, I order your troops to immediately lay down their arms and surrender unconditionally... Fearless resistance will only increase your casualties, and the outcome will not change in the slightest."

McDonald bit his lips tightly, his eyes fixed on the mecha warrior outside that was almost at the same height as his command post. His face was gloomy and he was struggling inside.

"Sir, please give me a moment. I need to consult the Pentagon."

"You don't have time to choose. One minute. I only give you one minute to consider."

Zhang Hao's voice was firm and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

Things have changed. Once upon a time, the Blue Star police, who once dominated the world, finally felt the helplessness and misery of the small countries they bullied.

"What if my troops refuse to surrender?"

McDonald asked cautiously.

"Then in order to ensure that my mecha squadron can complete this mission, I can only order a massacre of your troops."

Zhang Hao narrowed his eyes and curled up a cold smile at the corner of his mouth: "Mr. MacDonald, I solemnly remind you that this is a war, not an exercise... By the way, you still have 30 seconds to think about it."

"you……"

McDonald had an extremely complicated expression. He wanted to protest loudly, but he heard a cold and ruthless count coming from the headset: "Ten...nine...eight..."

"and many more……"

McDonald hurriedly interrupted the counting, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his throat was dry due to extreme tension.

Now he is at a crossroads. On one side is the glory of holding on to the end, and on the other side is the protection of the soldiers' lives.

At this moment, personal honor and disgrace seemed insignificant, and the family and future behind each soldier became factors that he had to consider.

"I... I agree."

McDonald's lips trembled slightly as he uttered these three words with difficulty, as if he had used up all his strength.

Now, he has become the first active general in the United States to surrender. This decision is like a huge rock pressing on his heart, making his breathing heavy.

After a long while, MacDonald spoke again, his voice filled with endless fatigue and humiliation:

"Captain Zhang Hao, on behalf of the Putian base and its personnel, I accept your conditions, lay down my weapons, and surrender unconditionally. But I want to emphasize that I hope you can ensure that the surrendered officers and soldiers will receive due respect and fair treatment, and will not suffer any form of abuse or misconduct."

"no problem."

Zhang Hao raised his eyebrows slightly, and his attitude instantly softened: "Major General McDonald, your decision is correct. We will abide by international laws and war conventions to ensure the basic rights and safety of all surrendered personnel."